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Post by Zerori on Jan 8, 2016 16:01:19 GMT
This is for Drake to post to, since he couldn't make a thread. @shock3600 Zexama
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 16:01:52 GMT
Heavy Weights on- ¼ of 31,714- 7928
Drake floated in the forest, his eye constantly scanning for power levels. He refused to be sneak attacked. He concentrated, then furiously shot out bolts of ki. Each one smashed into trees, shards of wood flying in every direction. He flew through the air, smashing balls of unformed Ki into specific targets on trees, making his attack as accurate as possible. He wouldn't be able to do much damage to real foes, fighters, like him, but he could certainly use them to kill targets. Though right now they were a bit, imprecise. If he killed a regular human with one of those, guts and such would be every where. It’d look like he blew them up. But maybe…. He tried to focus on his Ki blasts, without using a true technique. He wanted to be able to use pointed ki blasts, good for killing. Who would be able to figure out the murder weapon? No one. It would be too precise for a ki blast, too odd for a knife. Drake tried it time and time again, but to no avail. If he didn’t concentrate, a simple blob of Ki would fire. If he thought about it, he'd began collecting his energy and making his ballistic blade. What could he do? He thought about it, finally deciding. Instead of simply thinking about the ki blast, he would focus on where he was shooting. Instead of simply letting his Ki in a general direction, he would focus on it. He would try to bring the Ki together, focusing it in. Drake felt his Ki rising, energy shooting out. He tried to bring it together, to concentrate it as it shot instead of before. The Ki blast grew smaller, more condensed, as it went forward. It brought itself into a sort of point. It wasn’t exactly a knife of energy like his signature ballistic blade, but it was more of a point of energy. He flew around, using precise shots of his “Ki Blades” to hit the targets. This time when he flew back around to check his shots, he was more satisfied. Before, they hadn’t damaged very deeply, just shattering pieces of wood. Now there was a precise hole in the trunks of the trees, a kill shot if he ever saw one. Drake stopped flying, landing on the ground. He smiled at his good work. Now his ki shots were a much more efficient method of killing. But enough of that, it was time for real blades, not energy ones. He went into a meditative pose, concentrating. He felt the area around him, finding his blades. Ki wrapped around each of these blades, though only five could be affected. They began floating around him, spinning rapidly. They began rising in velocity, their speed making them deadly to those not efficient in the use of Ki. Suddenly blades shot out, growing farther away from Drake but remaining in orbit. The blades did this efficiently slashing out and cutting a massive gap in trees but quickly going back to the tornado of knives around him. All at once, they all shot out each embedding in a tree. He smiled, satisfied with his work. The knives flew back to him, hiding in his pockets. Drake got up, finished with his training. He looked at the sun falling in the dark, night coming soon. Not wanting to fly, he began walking through the forest. He looked around, watching skittering rabbits and birds scurry away as he got close. It was almost nice, being alone in nature. But he had a job to do. He hurried up, going for a speed walk. Soon he had gotten there, to where the information was stowed. He moved the log, grabbing the paper. He nodded, details travelling through his mind. It wasn’t a bad pay either. He shot into the sky, his target soon to be dead. Drake flew in the air, watching the puny humans. It was dark now, so he was probably safe from view. If he really needed to he could always just kill the witnesses. He looked down the alleyways, a series of them making a sort of web between the streets. He figured his target would travel down the one, while Drake could go down the one by it. He could then come from behind where they merged and hit them hard. It was almost time. The foolish man was looking back and forth, pacing. There was no doubt he knew he was being hunted. The man who had hired Drake must of let his target know, through some sort of threat or blackmail he guessed. For most, that would be troublesome. But it just added to the challenge, making it more interesting, for Drake. He watched as five guards came out of hidden backstreets, vehicles, and buildings. At least the target wasn’t idiotic enough to go unprotected. His right eye’s scouter showed no sign of a high power level, though it was always possible back up was close or they were suppressing their power. Suddenly they were on the moving, shooting into the alley he had predicted they would go into. He smiled. Just as planned. Drake walked through the dirty alley, going at a quick pace. He had to ensure he didn’t mess this up. He’d rather sneakily take his target out rather than blowing up half the town. Soon he came to where the alley merged, shooting into the sky. He held himself up against a building ledge. Then a group of six people came out just like he predicted. Drake flew over them, a single shot of Ki travelling downwards. Within a second a blade of Ki had planted itself in the target’s back. He fell to the ground instantly, the guards spinning around in panic. They glanced at each other before Drake landed on the ground like a cat. He gave them a grin, his bright red eye obviously robotic. Five blades shot out around him, spinning like a tornado of sharp edges. He dashed forwards towards them and they broke away desperately trying to get away from him. The knives shout out, their orbit being farther away as they lodged themselves in five thick necks. Drake scowled, already away from the sight. That sinking feeling in his stomach, that bottomless pit, was back. The want, the need, to lust for power. It drove him insane, like an itch that would never go away. He needed to scratch it, to plug the hole in his stomach, sucking up every other feeling and emotion. And the only way to do that was to get power. More power. He shot up in the sky, not knowing what to do. He needed a relief. But the way he was now, it was like he couldn’t have peace. He had to fight, he had to train. Whenever he wasn’t this- this feeling was there. Why couldn’t he relax for once? Power was supposed to good for him. It made him strong, made anything possible. Before he was in the dumps, desperately killing for money. But now? He could do anything! Yet it drove him insane, this want for power. Anger rose up in his stomach, rage taking over him. He smashed down into some city, not even caring where he was. He wanted this feeling gone! He didn’t want it! He began shooting ki everywhere, people screaming and calling 911. “Oh, SHUT UP!” he yelled directing energy at people not wanting to hear their screams. Slowly, over the sounds of sirens approaching, he calmed down. Drake looked to the sirens, not interested to getting in a fight surprisingly. He looked around him, walking up to a bar. He smashed the door open and walked to a table, grabbing a drink with telekinesis. All of the people there stared at him with fear. @zexama
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