Post by Levlidian on Oct 1, 2016 8:18:29 GMT
The afternoons heat drew down upon the farmer enveloping him with the deep humidity it boasted according to the swimming image upon the ground, pearls of sweat trailed his arms and chest as he tended the farm at his feet. Hardly a thing had grown that year and he w\s hardly shocked to find the dust that gravitated to his overalls was worsening. Raking the dead earth clear of his planted seed he'd wipe his brow with the checkered hem of his shirts arm and gaze back at his son. The boy stood at a monstrous six feet six and harnessed his mountainous physique to parry the heat willingly. Again, dressed much like his Father in overalls plastered with dirt and dust; he too fought for their crops this year. Gazing to the beating sun, the old farmer inhaled and then sighed loudly only to take note of an approaching blaze in the sky. Panicked, he soon found himself fumbling toward his boy.
"Junior! Damnit boy d'em God be rainin' hell, we gotta' move!" he cried in his broken accent, but the boy gazed to him, eyes drawn half closed mostly through boredom, he barely recognised his Fathers ramblings when an eruption not a mile from them saw them both knocked prone. Debris and dirt rushed through their already ruined fields and the Farmer cried out in shock whilst his unrefined form rattled with the tinitis he naturally suffered. Struggling and finally with the aid of his powerful son, the farmer was seen to his feet to behold the aftermath. Beyond the horizon rose the unmistakable signs of a fire, plumes of smoke rolled into the air and his son soon saw to it to approach. Clambering up the rim of a large crater, the pair of Farmers beheld a ruined pod with a figure picking itself out of the wreckage. Dark, sharp hair matched his equally dark, shabby looking attire and the Farmer turned to his son.
"Aliens!" he proclaimed gesturing with one hand to the fellow fallen from Heavens good graces, "fetch mah rifle Tim!" Though the son was already shambling down the opposite side. That damn boy, if he'd spent as much time studying as he did on that darn fangled martials arts he was so very passionate about perhaps he'd have listened; the farmer grimaced as his mind bumbled over his prejudice. The air brimmed with greater heat but the son met the center to find the arrival already on his feet, fists balled and brow fixated on aggression, suddenly this struck him as a terrible idea. Raising both hands he edged forward against the licking power of the dry heat down here, flames licked the strange contraption but he manoeuvred past to find his charge now turning to face him.
"What planet is this?" he growled and Jim was thrown, he stuttered, "Reckon its the only one Mr.," he answered ad drew a boot back.
"Plebeian," spat the man and his shorter physique, humbled by the wounds about his complexion turned to face him; a grin painting the pointed features of his face, "You look strong,"
Again, perplexed the Farmer watched on as his son conversed with this confirmed Alien, "Kick 'is arse Jim!" he roared a thrusted his fist into the air; "Teach that no good varmant no' t'screw wit' our crop fields!"
"But Pa!" he began and his muscles flexed, the air had shifted, he could feel it down to his marrow and upon averting to see his charge vanish appearing before him with a fist drawing for his complexion. Muscle memory saw to it that Jim deflected Levlidian's first strike but his unprepared form suffered the second fist burying itself into his abdomen. The wind was stolen from him, vision hazed but stubborn pride soon reigned and the two began to engage in hand to hand combat. Each sweep of the fists guided or out right blocked at blistering spped and bone shattering ferocity. This Warrior had found a combatant worthy of challenge this far from home? Glorious.
The combat continued until the strange man landed a second thunderous punch sending the farmers son soaring skyward. Lowering his stance, flames licking his form and bursting from what little control he boasted, Levlidian was engulfed in an aura of red and flew after his opponent. The Farmer's jaw fell slack, his eyes bulged, this man could fly!? Jim rotated in the air and slowly his focus returned just in time to meet Levlidian's knee with both palms partially blocking the assault. The pair engaged in combat in mid air, the Farmers son descending as they did and this Alien intensifying the speed to which they were. Finally, mounting a blow to the jaw of the young Saiyan, Jim somersaulted to find his feet dig hard into the dirt a good few feet away from the crater and his Father. Levlidian didn't land however, he lowered himself slowly before doing so but without little time between assaults. Dust cascaded from beneath his sudden movement and the Warrior was upon Jim once again. Knees and fists exchange in the flurry blurring to an untrained mans vision, blow after blow sounded like thunderous booms but they continued on further ruining the field until a subtle rupture formed in the dirt. The Alien lay upon his back, his cheek swelling from the intensity of the blow to which saw him fighting to his feet. Jim had had enough, racing across the dirt he drove the crook of his heel home sending Levlidian soaring off of the plot and into the rocky edifices about them.
"Don't worry Pa!" Jim roared and took off at a sprint after his opponent. The Farmer stood agape, shaking and stammering he could barely manage a word before screaming again almost automatically; "Kicks is arse boy!"
Levlidian rose from the shambles of his second landing strip, his dark Gi tattered and dark mane riddled with dirt and dust only to peer up and be met with another blow and another, still he managed a stubborn grin and roared to meet Jim in combat again. Blow after blow they exchanged and the apparently highly trained Farmers son gained the upper hand. Levlidian had been foolish and far to hardy to have analysed this man any further. He'd been training for his Father's protection, Jim's fists carried more than rage but a will to protect and still the young Saiyan failed to see this. Their exchange quickly became bloody, specks of red lashing the ground in the flurry and again the Saiyan was sent skyrocketing away. This time, Jim was on him, their exchange became one sided, dizzy from the crash and the sudden rupturing of his flesh from two strikes to the face and finally a sweep stealing away his stance. Levlidian was rendered unconscious by a savage hooked kick to the crook of his neck. His injuries from the crash were greater than he'd allowed them to believe, fighting was foolish and now he lay at the bottom of the ravine not far from the farm. Broken, bloody, gazing towards the on whom stood upon the edge.
"Welcome to Earth, y'varmant," and Jim spat a mixture of phlegm and blood about the edge to land upon Levlidian's chest thus he took his leave.
Levlidian's lips curled, his brow rose to draw his eyes to the blueness of the sky and he rounded onto all fours, pressing himself to rise and fend for the strength of his legs to do so. Unsteady ground saw him stumble but this man was stubborn, lowering his form he steadied himself with his hands then rose again. Taking to flight, Levlidian found the rim of the Ravine and his aura burst about him again as if a reflex.
"This Planet!" he roared after Jim, the man stopped and turned to face his opponent, pale eyes a faded mane swept in the first aspects of a breeze in days. "Are there more like you?"
Jim shrugged and turned entirely, prepared to fight again whilst his tongue lapped at the blood congealing in the corner of his mouth. Levlidian growled, his muscles flexing and he burst from his position once again with a roar of definace; if it was true, if this planet harnessed more like him, this low life who swatted his Saiyan betters aside; he couldn't afford to lose here.
Their blows echoed over the field and blood lashed the stones about them as they continued. Skill and stubborness reeled their sense and pushed the enjoyment both suffered from such brutality.
Levlidian had arrived.
"Junior! Damnit boy d'em God be rainin' hell, we gotta' move!" he cried in his broken accent, but the boy gazed to him, eyes drawn half closed mostly through boredom, he barely recognised his Fathers ramblings when an eruption not a mile from them saw them both knocked prone. Debris and dirt rushed through their already ruined fields and the Farmer cried out in shock whilst his unrefined form rattled with the tinitis he naturally suffered. Struggling and finally with the aid of his powerful son, the farmer was seen to his feet to behold the aftermath. Beyond the horizon rose the unmistakable signs of a fire, plumes of smoke rolled into the air and his son soon saw to it to approach. Clambering up the rim of a large crater, the pair of Farmers beheld a ruined pod with a figure picking itself out of the wreckage. Dark, sharp hair matched his equally dark, shabby looking attire and the Farmer turned to his son.
"Aliens!" he proclaimed gesturing with one hand to the fellow fallen from Heavens good graces, "fetch mah rifle Tim!" Though the son was already shambling down the opposite side. That damn boy, if he'd spent as much time studying as he did on that darn fangled martials arts he was so very passionate about perhaps he'd have listened; the farmer grimaced as his mind bumbled over his prejudice. The air brimmed with greater heat but the son met the center to find the arrival already on his feet, fists balled and brow fixated on aggression, suddenly this struck him as a terrible idea. Raising both hands he edged forward against the licking power of the dry heat down here, flames licked the strange contraption but he manoeuvred past to find his charge now turning to face him.
"What planet is this?" he growled and Jim was thrown, he stuttered, "Reckon its the only one Mr.," he answered ad drew a boot back.
"Plebeian," spat the man and his shorter physique, humbled by the wounds about his complexion turned to face him; a grin painting the pointed features of his face, "You look strong,"
Again, perplexed the Farmer watched on as his son conversed with this confirmed Alien, "Kick 'is arse Jim!" he roared a thrusted his fist into the air; "Teach that no good varmant no' t'screw wit' our crop fields!"
"But Pa!" he began and his muscles flexed, the air had shifted, he could feel it down to his marrow and upon averting to see his charge vanish appearing before him with a fist drawing for his complexion. Muscle memory saw to it that Jim deflected Levlidian's first strike but his unprepared form suffered the second fist burying itself into his abdomen. The wind was stolen from him, vision hazed but stubborn pride soon reigned and the two began to engage in hand to hand combat. Each sweep of the fists guided or out right blocked at blistering spped and bone shattering ferocity. This Warrior had found a combatant worthy of challenge this far from home? Glorious.
The combat continued until the strange man landed a second thunderous punch sending the farmers son soaring skyward. Lowering his stance, flames licking his form and bursting from what little control he boasted, Levlidian was engulfed in an aura of red and flew after his opponent. The Farmer's jaw fell slack, his eyes bulged, this man could fly!? Jim rotated in the air and slowly his focus returned just in time to meet Levlidian's knee with both palms partially blocking the assault. The pair engaged in combat in mid air, the Farmers son descending as they did and this Alien intensifying the speed to which they were. Finally, mounting a blow to the jaw of the young Saiyan, Jim somersaulted to find his feet dig hard into the dirt a good few feet away from the crater and his Father. Levlidian didn't land however, he lowered himself slowly before doing so but without little time between assaults. Dust cascaded from beneath his sudden movement and the Warrior was upon Jim once again. Knees and fists exchange in the flurry blurring to an untrained mans vision, blow after blow sounded like thunderous booms but they continued on further ruining the field until a subtle rupture formed in the dirt. The Alien lay upon his back, his cheek swelling from the intensity of the blow to which saw him fighting to his feet. Jim had had enough, racing across the dirt he drove the crook of his heel home sending Levlidian soaring off of the plot and into the rocky edifices about them.
"Don't worry Pa!" Jim roared and took off at a sprint after his opponent. The Farmer stood agape, shaking and stammering he could barely manage a word before screaming again almost automatically; "Kicks is arse boy!"
Levlidian rose from the shambles of his second landing strip, his dark Gi tattered and dark mane riddled with dirt and dust only to peer up and be met with another blow and another, still he managed a stubborn grin and roared to meet Jim in combat again. Blow after blow they exchanged and the apparently highly trained Farmers son gained the upper hand. Levlidian had been foolish and far to hardy to have analysed this man any further. He'd been training for his Father's protection, Jim's fists carried more than rage but a will to protect and still the young Saiyan failed to see this. Their exchange quickly became bloody, specks of red lashing the ground in the flurry and again the Saiyan was sent skyrocketing away. This time, Jim was on him, their exchange became one sided, dizzy from the crash and the sudden rupturing of his flesh from two strikes to the face and finally a sweep stealing away his stance. Levlidian was rendered unconscious by a savage hooked kick to the crook of his neck. His injuries from the crash were greater than he'd allowed them to believe, fighting was foolish and now he lay at the bottom of the ravine not far from the farm. Broken, bloody, gazing towards the on whom stood upon the edge.
"Welcome to Earth, y'varmant," and Jim spat a mixture of phlegm and blood about the edge to land upon Levlidian's chest thus he took his leave.
Levlidian's lips curled, his brow rose to draw his eyes to the blueness of the sky and he rounded onto all fours, pressing himself to rise and fend for the strength of his legs to do so. Unsteady ground saw him stumble but this man was stubborn, lowering his form he steadied himself with his hands then rose again. Taking to flight, Levlidian found the rim of the Ravine and his aura burst about him again as if a reflex.
"This Planet!" he roared after Jim, the man stopped and turned to face his opponent, pale eyes a faded mane swept in the first aspects of a breeze in days. "Are there more like you?"
Jim shrugged and turned entirely, prepared to fight again whilst his tongue lapped at the blood congealing in the corner of his mouth. Levlidian growled, his muscles flexing and he burst from his position once again with a roar of definace; if it was true, if this planet harnessed more like him, this low life who swatted his Saiyan betters aside; he couldn't afford to lose here.
Their blows echoed over the field and blood lashed the stones about them as they continued. Skill and stubborness reeled their sense and pushed the enjoyment both suffered from such brutality.
Levlidian had arrived.