Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2016 9:23:17 GMT
Alone in the blasted sand wastes of Hell, Walker floated over the dunes, concentrating on his own form. He imagined himself taking steps, and his soul-form began to thrum with energy. He recalled his meeting with Tuner, and focused his mind on that feeling. He had almost achieved it previously through will, and it was will that he would try once more. Hardening his will, he spun out the threads of command and began to weave them tighter, his mind demanding that his soul and body follow suit.
It was like feeling fire rippling through him, the sudden burst of heat and dryness far more cutting than the Fortuneteller's Desert on earth, and yet somehow worse than the void of space. Far from unbearable, but the sensation was there. Still, he kept his gaze locked skyward, focusing on the mental image of the large, tree-like form he was so used to. He kept going, unsure of precisely how much progress he had made. It felt like he was back, but he wasn't quite sure yet, and it was better to be absolutely certain.
As he focused, he attempted to grit his teeth and was rewarded with actual sensation. Marvelous, he had gotten that far at least. Bringing his arms back, or trying to (Did he have arms yet? He wasn't sure.) He began to focus on harnessing his Ki once more. It wasn't properly usable as a puffball, but if he managed to return.... yes, that would be the sign. For long moments, nothing happened. Then, like a small spark to a massive bonfire, he felt it returning. It had been a while, but he was glad to feel it again. The power wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, and he let it bring him to his highest height of power, the energy burning like a flare.
As the power lit up the sky, those farther away stopped, momentarily or for longer, to watch with interest. Not all had Ki sense, but that much power being poured out, and anyone can pick up on things happening. Another powerful fighter had entered hell. Perhaps not incredibly noteworthy, but someone over 2 Million is worth at least a glance, perhaps more from some of the weaker denizens. Still, with such ancient things slumbering in the vast Underworld, there were those there who could easily match Walker, perhaps even best him, and others, stronger things, imprisoned in giant gaols. Some had been freed by a certain bug, and now carved out little kingdoms of their own.
One being, stronger or not, was just sipping from a glass of wine when he felt the sudden surge of power. Coughing, Cernunnos banged on his chest, eyes watering, then stared out the window at the direction the flare had come from. "What the hell....?" entirely without irony.
Outside, and far to the west, Walker let his surge die down. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his restored body, and grinned. This was more like it. Turning, he stared out at the wastes, and saw forms racing towards him, odd creatures probably killed trying to invade earth. A fine test of his regained form. His arms moved into the familiar pose, legs spreading into a stance. A deep laugh burbled up from his throat, bursting forth like the knoll of some great bell. "Alright then, come on. COME ON!" He could tell this was the small fry, the first wave of hammers meant to knock down an errant peg. If this was all it took to fell him... he wasn't worthy to leave this place. The front-runner was met with a savage fist to the face, the strike morphing into a grab that hurled him into his companions. "I said COME ON!" he yelled, his voice a mix of rage and delight at the feeling of feeling once more. Laughing hysterically, Walker dove into the mass, his limbs flying like pistons.
This was what he had been missing, and now that he had found it once more.... Nothing was going to hold him back. "Cernunnos, here I come~" Chuckled the tree, delivering a brutal kidney punch and throwing the resulting limp form away.
It was like feeling fire rippling through him, the sudden burst of heat and dryness far more cutting than the Fortuneteller's Desert on earth, and yet somehow worse than the void of space. Far from unbearable, but the sensation was there. Still, he kept his gaze locked skyward, focusing on the mental image of the large, tree-like form he was so used to. He kept going, unsure of precisely how much progress he had made. It felt like he was back, but he wasn't quite sure yet, and it was better to be absolutely certain.
As he focused, he attempted to grit his teeth and was rewarded with actual sensation. Marvelous, he had gotten that far at least. Bringing his arms back, or trying to (Did he have arms yet? He wasn't sure.) He began to focus on harnessing his Ki once more. It wasn't properly usable as a puffball, but if he managed to return.... yes, that would be the sign. For long moments, nothing happened. Then, like a small spark to a massive bonfire, he felt it returning. It had been a while, but he was glad to feel it again. The power wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, and he let it bring him to his highest height of power, the energy burning like a flare.
As the power lit up the sky, those farther away stopped, momentarily or for longer, to watch with interest. Not all had Ki sense, but that much power being poured out, and anyone can pick up on things happening. Another powerful fighter had entered hell. Perhaps not incredibly noteworthy, but someone over 2 Million is worth at least a glance, perhaps more from some of the weaker denizens. Still, with such ancient things slumbering in the vast Underworld, there were those there who could easily match Walker, perhaps even best him, and others, stronger things, imprisoned in giant gaols. Some had been freed by a certain bug, and now carved out little kingdoms of their own.
One being, stronger or not, was just sipping from a glass of wine when he felt the sudden surge of power. Coughing, Cernunnos banged on his chest, eyes watering, then stared out the window at the direction the flare had come from. "What the hell....?" entirely without irony.
Outside, and far to the west, Walker let his surge die down. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his restored body, and grinned. This was more like it. Turning, he stared out at the wastes, and saw forms racing towards him, odd creatures probably killed trying to invade earth. A fine test of his regained form. His arms moved into the familiar pose, legs spreading into a stance. A deep laugh burbled up from his throat, bursting forth like the knoll of some great bell. "Alright then, come on. COME ON!" He could tell this was the small fry, the first wave of hammers meant to knock down an errant peg. If this was all it took to fell him... he wasn't worthy to leave this place. The front-runner was met with a savage fist to the face, the strike morphing into a grab that hurled him into his companions. "I said COME ON!" he yelled, his voice a mix of rage and delight at the feeling of feeling once more. Laughing hysterically, Walker dove into the mass, his limbs flying like pistons.
This was what he had been missing, and now that he had found it once more.... Nothing was going to hold him back. "Cernunnos, here I come~" Chuckled the tree, delivering a brutal kidney punch and throwing the resulting limp form away.