Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 5:29:50 GMT
Power Level- 24502
KP- 3/3
Drake stared up at the frozen peak ahead of him. White paths led all the way down, while small flurries swirled in the air. Why he had decided to go up to the mountain to train, he wasn’t for sure. Yet here he was. He scowled, his wooden arm luckily not feeling the cold. As he began to walk up, he noticed another fact. He supposed it wasn’t good that his leg couldn’t feel the cold either. Ever since that sword had gone through his knee he hadn’t been okay. One day he would be fixed up. One day. But now was training time. There was no way he was going to wear his heavy weights today, with the bitter cold. But the cold would work for his training just fine.
His legs began slowly climbing the steep mountain, each moving one at a time. The pillars would smash through a thin wall of frozen snow before being dipped in a foot of snow. Then they would be pulled out and placed another spot, where it would repeat. No doubt he would probably get frostbite, but at this point he didn’t care. That stupid bounty hunter had almost killed him. Almost. That hit against him was humongous, despite the attackers power level being lower than his own. But he had survived. He came back and won the fight. But he wouldn’t let that happen again. There had been to many people! So many people had been so close, had injured him greatly. An arm gone, a leg crippled, almost killed. He scowled at his own weakness. Soon that wouldn't be the case. He would train, and train, and train. And he would be stronger, be able to kill any. He shouldn’t have to worry about being killed- others should worry he’d kill them! He’s Drake Heln! It mattered not he was handicapped, mattered not anything. He was a killer. And whoever had angered someone with good money would die.
He moved his left arm in order to protect his mouth, the cold beginning to sting like the sharp curve of a skillfully crafted blade. How far was he at this point? It appeared he had travelled about a third of the distance. He watched carefully for his surroundings as the freezing climb continued. One never knew when attackers would come. Especially for a wanted criminal such as himself. He considered his point until now- it hadn’t been bad. His childhood however, had. But he had saved himself. His master was dead and he was free, surviving off of bloody money. No matter that he was wanted. He was a warrior, a master of Ki. No police could match him. Though, he thought, the Blue Banner Army would definitely pose a great threat to him if he ever become such a priority. Who was fighting for the so called protectors of freedom? Bing Gan was it? He thought back to the days he had laid on the street, listening. Conversations has passed by, snippets of info reached his ears. But these two weren’t moving, no they were on a bench in front of him.
“Bing Gan, he’s the most powerful human ever! Not even the strongest human, but the strongest person in the galaxy!”
“Wow, really!” the listener said in awe amazed by the thought of such a powerful person, miles above himself.
“Yep. Only Vi-Poi can fight him without instantly dying! Luckily for us Bing is a good guy. No one knows what would happen if he was bad. It’s too horrible to imagine.”
Yes, if those two had been anything short of the truth he would have trouble with the Blue Banner Army.
A small pop-up travelled onto his scouter as he examined it with a scowl. “A power level!”
KP- 3/3
Drake stared up at the frozen peak ahead of him. White paths led all the way down, while small flurries swirled in the air. Why he had decided to go up to the mountain to train, he wasn’t for sure. Yet here he was. He scowled, his wooden arm luckily not feeling the cold. As he began to walk up, he noticed another fact. He supposed it wasn’t good that his leg couldn’t feel the cold either. Ever since that sword had gone through his knee he hadn’t been okay. One day he would be fixed up. One day. But now was training time. There was no way he was going to wear his heavy weights today, with the bitter cold. But the cold would work for his training just fine.
His legs began slowly climbing the steep mountain, each moving one at a time. The pillars would smash through a thin wall of frozen snow before being dipped in a foot of snow. Then they would be pulled out and placed another spot, where it would repeat. No doubt he would probably get frostbite, but at this point he didn’t care. That stupid bounty hunter had almost killed him. Almost. That hit against him was humongous, despite the attackers power level being lower than his own. But he had survived. He came back and won the fight. But he wouldn’t let that happen again. There had been to many people! So many people had been so close, had injured him greatly. An arm gone, a leg crippled, almost killed. He scowled at his own weakness. Soon that wouldn't be the case. He would train, and train, and train. And he would be stronger, be able to kill any. He shouldn’t have to worry about being killed- others should worry he’d kill them! He’s Drake Heln! It mattered not he was handicapped, mattered not anything. He was a killer. And whoever had angered someone with good money would die.
He moved his left arm in order to protect his mouth, the cold beginning to sting like the sharp curve of a skillfully crafted blade. How far was he at this point? It appeared he had travelled about a third of the distance. He watched carefully for his surroundings as the freezing climb continued. One never knew when attackers would come. Especially for a wanted criminal such as himself. He considered his point until now- it hadn’t been bad. His childhood however, had. But he had saved himself. His master was dead and he was free, surviving off of bloody money. No matter that he was wanted. He was a warrior, a master of Ki. No police could match him. Though, he thought, the Blue Banner Army would definitely pose a great threat to him if he ever become such a priority. Who was fighting for the so called protectors of freedom? Bing Gan was it? He thought back to the days he had laid on the street, listening. Conversations has passed by, snippets of info reached his ears. But these two weren’t moving, no they were on a bench in front of him.
“Bing Gan, he’s the most powerful human ever! Not even the strongest human, but the strongest person in the galaxy!”
“Wow, really!” the listener said in awe amazed by the thought of such a powerful person, miles above himself.
“Yep. Only Vi-Poi can fight him without instantly dying! Luckily for us Bing is a good guy. No one knows what would happen if he was bad. It’s too horrible to imagine.”
Yes, if those two had been anything short of the truth he would have trouble with the Blue Banner Army.
A small pop-up travelled onto his scouter as he examined it with a scowl. “A power level!”