Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 22:46:17 GMT
Deep inside the deepest recesses of Tuner's Tower, Walker moved, everything dark around him. He was suppressing his Ki, binding himself to merely the levels of the guardsmen. He wasn't looking, keeping himself blinded in the darkness. His eyes closed, his feet skimming above the ground, there was nothing but silence and the faint sounds of the warriors who swore loyalty to Tuner. Suddenly a noise echoed from one side, and the tree spun suddenly.
His leg lashed out at the leaping fighter, who managed to turn just enough to slide to one side under the kick. This brought him right into the path of Walker's palm strike, thrown almost immediately after. The wooden fingers dug into his chest, and the tree could hear the demon gasp in pain as he was flung backwards, the near-instant cracking an indication that he had hit a wall. Walker chuckled, and threw himself down, the Ki blast that he could faintly feel approaching just singing his back as the martial artist who threw it cursed in frustration. It had been close, but he had managed to feel the attack coming with enough precision to dodge as if it had been sight.
It was tough, keeping himself riding the razor's edge like this. His energy and speed were constantly having to be adjusted, just enough to dodge, or to take out an attacking opponent. Apparently, Tuner had promised that anyone downed him would be made head of their own district of the city-state he had created. Not a bad offer, for these people who had decided to spend the rest of eternity in Hell, and decent training for Walker, who was currently dealing with several dozen people with Power Levels of 50,000 or more. If he had been at full power, at full sense-based awareness, it would have been fine.
As it stood, however, his senses dulled save for his instinctual feeling for the life energy of others, it was quite taxing. Bringing his body up in a flight-assisted flip, he drove both elbows back, feeling the Saiyan behind him jump back to avoid the attack. However, that had been expected. If he couldn't see his opponent, he just had to try and make them act in ways he could predict. Still recovering from the flip, Walker rolled his feet, moving from toe-tip to heel, and then flipped again as the Saiyan jumped back, the tree's feet extending outwards in a double foot kick, hitting the Saiyan like a sledgehammer.
As the soldier fell to the ground, stunned senseless, Walker pulled himself up, then brought his hands to bear. "Come on! Enough of this cautious, one at a time garbage! MORE! COME ON!" His laugh echoed through the giant chamber, and the soldiers of Tuner glanced at each other nervously. Their boss was something of a bastard, but that was a given here. Still, he was cold, methodical, and an excellent planner. He also cared about family above all, and god help you if you insulted his children. Thus, the group was unsure how to communicate their worry to him. It wasn't so much complaining about the duty, they had all signed up willingly. It was more that, well.
Frankly, they were worried that his newly discovered "Child", this tree-creature, might well be a complete and total lunatic. He seemed to take even the most intense training they had devised, and come up with some sadistic new twist, cackling through the flying fists and Ki. That... wasn't normal, not to any of them. If they were winning, sure, but only yesterday, he had been laughing while literally beating one of the Elites with his arm. Not the Elite's arm, his own, which had been ripped off the tree a few seconds before. Seeing someone lose a limb was fairly common, there were ways to replace or regrow them here. Seeing a being eat their own arm, not so much.
After a moment's pause, 5 of the number moved forward, spacing themselves around the tree with careful nods. They had all been fighting together for quite a long time, enough that they could nearly read each other's thoughts. One opponent, 5 of them... Formation E it was. Each of them shifted into a different stance, then as one, lept toward Walker. The tree didn't seem to move, his blindfolded face only shifting slightly at the last moment as his hands came up, but not fast enough. The surrounding fighters cheered, thinking it was over, and a couple even began to move forward to congratulate the 5. Then, someone yelled out in shocked, and pointed, everyone freezing.
The bodies of each of the 5 were frozen, only the light shaking of their forms indicating they were still alive. Slowly, each moved back from the tree, through no agency of their own. Walker's hands were wrapped about him in a curious shape, and his upper arms had split, the root-like muscles splitting themselves. Each of the Force had been impaled in numerous locations, typically their species equivalent of the joints or pressure points, their limbs having been stopped just in front of the tree. To their credit, this was far closer than anyone else had gotten. Walker had even released some of his restraint, his power rising.
"Well done... you actually made me loosen the chains a bit. I didn't think anyone would accomplish that! Bravo!" The tone caused a few of the already unsettled souls to lose their nerve, turning and running for the exit. Walker's eyes could be seen glowing, even through the blindfold, and the way he was moving... it was like he was sniffing them out with his Ki sense.
Very few of them had encountered a Bio-Android while they were alive, and even in Hell, they weren't overly common. Still, they were well known to be artificially made predators. This had never been more obvious about the tree. It was as though the worse the odds got, the more he revealed the beast inside, hidden behind a layer of civility.
They likely would have reacted quite differently if they had taken a look inside Walker's head. Some of it was real, a true lust for battle... but he was exaggerating it a bit. If he hadn't been where he was, he might have felt a bit bad about what he was doing. However, he was quite literally surrounded by the guilty. Some of these guards he had seen kicking normal "Citizens" of the city, demanding they bow as they walk. Others had openly ignored destruction or even fought with each other, breaking the houses the few lucky souls who managed to earn a body in some manner had built to shelter themselves.
Strength was relative, and they were seeing what happened when someone much stronger than them decided to go on a rampage. It seemed unlikely this would produce a real effect, but honestly? It was entertaining to the tree, and it was working off some stress. Dropping the shaking forms, Walker stepped over them, turning and looking around. "If you want to continue... then let us recommence. If not... I won't fire on anyone's backs for, oh... the next 4 seconds." 1... 2.. and now the numbers were halved. Disappointing. He thought he would have to say "4" to snap the tension. Apparently they were smart enough to not stand there slackjawed.
Putting his fists up, Walker flared the fingers into claws, and laughed savagely, turning his head back and forth to survey the remaining flames of Ki before him. "Well then... are we just going to stand here?" The cry of rage and sound of approaching feet was all the answer he needed.
His leg lashed out at the leaping fighter, who managed to turn just enough to slide to one side under the kick. This brought him right into the path of Walker's palm strike, thrown almost immediately after. The wooden fingers dug into his chest, and the tree could hear the demon gasp in pain as he was flung backwards, the near-instant cracking an indication that he had hit a wall. Walker chuckled, and threw himself down, the Ki blast that he could faintly feel approaching just singing his back as the martial artist who threw it cursed in frustration. It had been close, but he had managed to feel the attack coming with enough precision to dodge as if it had been sight.
It was tough, keeping himself riding the razor's edge like this. His energy and speed were constantly having to be adjusted, just enough to dodge, or to take out an attacking opponent. Apparently, Tuner had promised that anyone downed him would be made head of their own district of the city-state he had created. Not a bad offer, for these people who had decided to spend the rest of eternity in Hell, and decent training for Walker, who was currently dealing with several dozen people with Power Levels of 50,000 or more. If he had been at full power, at full sense-based awareness, it would have been fine.
As it stood, however, his senses dulled save for his instinctual feeling for the life energy of others, it was quite taxing. Bringing his body up in a flight-assisted flip, he drove both elbows back, feeling the Saiyan behind him jump back to avoid the attack. However, that had been expected. If he couldn't see his opponent, he just had to try and make them act in ways he could predict. Still recovering from the flip, Walker rolled his feet, moving from toe-tip to heel, and then flipped again as the Saiyan jumped back, the tree's feet extending outwards in a double foot kick, hitting the Saiyan like a sledgehammer.
As the soldier fell to the ground, stunned senseless, Walker pulled himself up, then brought his hands to bear. "Come on! Enough of this cautious, one at a time garbage! MORE! COME ON!" His laugh echoed through the giant chamber, and the soldiers of Tuner glanced at each other nervously. Their boss was something of a bastard, but that was a given here. Still, he was cold, methodical, and an excellent planner. He also cared about family above all, and god help you if you insulted his children. Thus, the group was unsure how to communicate their worry to him. It wasn't so much complaining about the duty, they had all signed up willingly. It was more that, well.
Frankly, they were worried that his newly discovered "Child", this tree-creature, might well be a complete and total lunatic. He seemed to take even the most intense training they had devised, and come up with some sadistic new twist, cackling through the flying fists and Ki. That... wasn't normal, not to any of them. If they were winning, sure, but only yesterday, he had been laughing while literally beating one of the Elites with his arm. Not the Elite's arm, his own, which had been ripped off the tree a few seconds before. Seeing someone lose a limb was fairly common, there were ways to replace or regrow them here. Seeing a being eat their own arm, not so much.
After a moment's pause, 5 of the number moved forward, spacing themselves around the tree with careful nods. They had all been fighting together for quite a long time, enough that they could nearly read each other's thoughts. One opponent, 5 of them... Formation E it was. Each of them shifted into a different stance, then as one, lept toward Walker. The tree didn't seem to move, his blindfolded face only shifting slightly at the last moment as his hands came up, but not fast enough. The surrounding fighters cheered, thinking it was over, and a couple even began to move forward to congratulate the 5. Then, someone yelled out in shocked, and pointed, everyone freezing.
The bodies of each of the 5 were frozen, only the light shaking of their forms indicating they were still alive. Slowly, each moved back from the tree, through no agency of their own. Walker's hands were wrapped about him in a curious shape, and his upper arms had split, the root-like muscles splitting themselves. Each of the Force had been impaled in numerous locations, typically their species equivalent of the joints or pressure points, their limbs having been stopped just in front of the tree. To their credit, this was far closer than anyone else had gotten. Walker had even released some of his restraint, his power rising.
"Well done... you actually made me loosen the chains a bit. I didn't think anyone would accomplish that! Bravo!" The tone caused a few of the already unsettled souls to lose their nerve, turning and running for the exit. Walker's eyes could be seen glowing, even through the blindfold, and the way he was moving... it was like he was sniffing them out with his Ki sense.
Very few of them had encountered a Bio-Android while they were alive, and even in Hell, they weren't overly common. Still, they were well known to be artificially made predators. This had never been more obvious about the tree. It was as though the worse the odds got, the more he revealed the beast inside, hidden behind a layer of civility.
They likely would have reacted quite differently if they had taken a look inside Walker's head. Some of it was real, a true lust for battle... but he was exaggerating it a bit. If he hadn't been where he was, he might have felt a bit bad about what he was doing. However, he was quite literally surrounded by the guilty. Some of these guards he had seen kicking normal "Citizens" of the city, demanding they bow as they walk. Others had openly ignored destruction or even fought with each other, breaking the houses the few lucky souls who managed to earn a body in some manner had built to shelter themselves.
Strength was relative, and they were seeing what happened when someone much stronger than them decided to go on a rampage. It seemed unlikely this would produce a real effect, but honestly? It was entertaining to the tree, and it was working off some stress. Dropping the shaking forms, Walker stepped over them, turning and looking around. "If you want to continue... then let us recommence. If not... I won't fire on anyone's backs for, oh... the next 4 seconds." 1... 2.. and now the numbers were halved. Disappointing. He thought he would have to say "4" to snap the tension. Apparently they were smart enough to not stand there slackjawed.
Putting his fists up, Walker flared the fingers into claws, and laughed savagely, turning his head back and forth to survey the remaining flames of Ki before him. "Well then... are we just going to stand here?" The cry of rage and sound of approaching feet was all the answer he needed.