Twisted Nerve (Drake)

Drake’s body floated peacefully in the cave, twenty daggers floating around him. The assassin's mind was silent, as if he was dead. It had been months since he had been active. Brain patterns could suddenly be picked up with the right technology inside of his heads. He saw his old enemy Gula in front of him. Drake’s mouth opened out of nowhere as he screamed in pain. He could feel his arm being viciously torn of by Gula, himself nowhere near enough to beat him. His beat up old self, a crippled assassin, was dragged through memories like a stream of blood. He felt his arm, twisting, a leg pressed up against his stomach as his limb was tore out of socket. Terrible screams were now coming out of the unconscious man’s mouth.
His body began twisting in mid-air, going out of the meditative phase. In his mind he was vigorously fighting Gula, but no matter what the Saiyan would beat him. Another blood chilling scream left his mouth, yet he remained in the coma. His body was twisting while floating, as if in some sick horror movie. His body jerked in every direction at once and suddenly froze, every limb not ripped of or crippled on his body all the way out.
Daggers shot out, clanging against the walls of the cave. His body collapsed, landing on the ground.
“Gula…” the assassin whispered. A smile curled on his lips as he remembered the feeling after he had killed the monster. His eyelids slowly parted, a blurry caveface appearing in his vision. Grey, black, and white all swirled around each other to his confused eyes as his head bobbled back and far, a disoriented mind just now waking. He tried to get up, but he felt a heavy weight on his body. He laid there, doing nothing for some time. Eventually he closed his eyes, concentrating greatly. His body began to shake, then rise. His body lifted upwards, then rotated so he was standing in the air.
He was in a cave he did not recognize, with a single shaft of light falling down upon him. He looked down at the twenty daggers on the ground, in various positions in a general circle from where he was. He looked at them and they began floating.
Suddenly the blades twisted around with shadow, seeming to whisper like a snake. The twenty blades stabbed into his body twisting and turning. His mouth in the physical world outside of this nightmare was screaming loudly and horribly for Otto to hear. He saw Gula’s face appear all around him, feeling his arm being ripped off infinite times.
In the hospital a blast of air pushed everything around the patient slightly away. The coma patient’s body flew in the air, hidden blades slipping out of his suit. His eyes went wide with power despite the heavy weights reducing him to a fourth of his power. Anybody who could sense Ki or had a scouter would suddenly notice him.

He floated in mid-air, not sure what was going on. His mind was fuzzy from the coma, and he hadn’t been awake for a very long time. He slowly flexed his fingers, magical wooden arm and regular arm, as the doors opened. He looked down at the wooden arm, staring at it.
“Zexama,” he whispered. He looked up at the nurse that had walked through.
“Oh wonderful, you are awake Mr. Heln!” the nurse said to him in a high voice. Mr. Heln? Mr. Heln? He was Drake, the assassin! Feared by all and wanted by law! Why was he here, being pampered by stupid nurses and not being paid to kill someone. He looked down at the ground, watching his knives. Oh, his knives. He held his hands out, and watched as five of his knives began to rise. They swirled around him, and he glared menacingly at the nurse, wondering how the nurse would respond. Before he had done this however, she had already started talking again.
“I am the night nurse… um… Ot...Tania, and i’ll be taking care of you until we get to the doctor!” the nurse said to him before the knives rose. He said nothing still, simply watching her. Suddenly his eyes felt an odd notion. They searched the nurse- for a tail. A furry tail. He recognized this uncontrolled feeling he had discovered the hard way a long time ago but stopped when he discovered something.
A single finger pointed out, rising up to face the nurse, a knife following it. “You have no tail.”

24,502

He watched as the nurse suddenly revealed herself- himself- to be a man. The man then described how he had been hired to kill him, but would take an honorable fight outside. He could ponder these thoughts more, but they weren’t worthy of it. He smiled, his assassin skills coming back to him. This man’s threats had focused him, sharpened him just like he needed. His smile turned to a sharp blade as he looked at the man.
“You have made a grave mistake. You try to be some killer, but I am the assassin. Anyone with enough zen will find their target killed if they contact me. Yet you seek to put me down.”
He slipped off the heavy weights, his power level rising to his maximum power. Slowly the blades rose and circled him, five at a time, slipping into their hidden pockets until each was away.
“BALLISTIC BEAM BLADE” he screamed without notice as a blade of pure energy shout out from him. He poured so much Ki into it, it overflowed, creating a beam that followed delivering more power. [UP2]- 66% of 24502- 16171 KP 2/3
Instantly he shot backwards smashing glass everywhere. He landed on the ground and looked at his surroundings. The dark surrounded him, filling him with a glee.“Lots of hospitals twist around here, which is what looks like a open area for the patients. Okay. City in the background. Fun,” he said looking back through the window expecting his target. He felt the darkness around him, embracing it. His scouter told him exactly where the attacker was, meanwhile he could hide. He flew up high, hiding in clouds.

Drake watched his scouter as the enemy power level jumped to four times its power. Of course the twenty thousand was still four thousand short of his, but that didn’t mean he’d win for sure. He gazed down at his foe on the ground. “Let’s see him dance,” he said with a smirk. Five blades rose from his pockets. He examined each one, the blade shining in his eyes. Mundane targets were no match him, since he could control five at once. He looked back down at his right arm. The wooden arm. Zexama had created it for him, and it could move easily. He wondered what had happened to her since then. She’d probably be disappointed in him.
He sent his blades spinning rapidly in a spiral, most likely to drill through someone. “Dodge this,” he muttered as they rocketed out towards the foe. If Otto attempted to dodge, they would try to go after him.

No KP used, now ⅔ KP

Drake smirked, sure his blades had done something. His scouter and beeped and he stared wide eyed at the warning on it. An attack of 26,400 power level was coming at him! His eyes widened as he looked towards him and pain overwhelmed him. He felt his weakened body collapse and fall out of the sky. He was a dead man. That attack had been too powerful, now the bounty hunter would finish him off. But he couldn’t stop. He had his life, he had fought to keep it! All his life he had to do the dirty work, killing for money. But he had made it! And he wouldn’t stop now!
Intense bursts of Ki travelled through his veins as his muscles almost tore their way out of his body growing larger. He felt his Ki multiplying growing stronger. Through his pain he felt it, the calling. He could feel the veins of power going through his body, only being visible because of his pain. No longer would he fight back at the last minute, he knew this feeling. From now on, he could fight like this whenever he wanted.
Intense Struggle used and trained- 73,506
His fall slowed to a stop, as flight kicked in. He turned himself to his foe, whose jetpack looked damaged from a blade. Despite his massive injuries, he smiled. “No way to run.”
His hands cupped together as balls of light travelled around him into it. They all poured in, sharpening themselves. More and more light, heat, energy, and Ki itself went into it, until it felt like it was going to erupt. “[U2]BALLISTIC BEAM BLADE!” he screamed letting it loose. The blade shot forwards instantly, a strong beam following. Together it was an attack of 48513 power level.

KP 0/3

if Otto is okay with it I want to have intense struggle trained now

Drake watched, power bulging through him in almost painful bursts, as his attacker flew up. He smiled, knowing he had succeeded. He had lived. Slowly, his body collapsed with pain as the muscles contracted. He gasped m, his breath jerking sharply, as he knew he needed help. He ignored the dot on his scouter though tagged it and began walking back towards the hospital. Discarded knives began to rise, finding their way to him again.

Letting you flee, thread over. You can put it up, I want Zeni and I'm looking forward to our next battle.