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Post by Renkon on Feb 11, 2022 14:48:12 GMT -5
Renkon had found himself back in town. His wounds from his battle with the machine weren't bad at all, so he was doing more than fine at this point. If anything, his natural biology worked in his favor, only needed a few days to heal up and recover from the injuries. He felt alive still, and he wanted to keep that feeling going. The silence of everything in his head was helping his mood as well. Stretching his arms over his head, he walked around the town. It wasn't a lot, but it was a lot more than he had seen in some years, having lived in the wilds for so long.
He wanted to get some training in, loosen up and keep everything going on the plus side. He liked the new feeling of freedom they had. The end of the war, that had ground on for a lifetime, had finally been found. His people won, but there was still work to do. Maybe he could head for the capital and work as a laborer, lift heavy things and help build up more of a life... Or maybe see about claiming some land, carving out the starts of a tribe or clan, and work towards the betterment of the people... Or simply find a way to silence all the voices once and for all.
With a shake of his head, he stopped near the middle of the road, it was clear of vehicles, so it allowed him a moment to think, ponder his next move, and figure out what he wanted to do. Several Saiyans floated past, talking about a brawling pit that had opened up. Something about a betting pool and more. That was an idea. Floating up, Renkon followed behind them, looking impassive but watching out the corner of his eye, simply making sure to map the landscape under him until he arrived.
The fighting pit was literally that, a pit in the ground of stone and sand. Stands and betting areas had been set up all around, and Renkon wondered how long the owners had been doing this. This was popular before the war from his understanding, and even during the war, children would train in pits like these, helping to hide the light of their energy. Landing near the edge, he watched as the duo in the pit brawled it out, no energy, no flying, just punching each other and laughing the entire time, lost in the throws of a blood lust. When one was knocked out, he would see about taking his turn.
"Ya gotta sign up." The Saiyan next to him said, offering him a tablet. "We find ya a partner based on your power level, and toss ya in there with em. Could be stronger, could be weaker, could be same level. Your choice." Renkon quickly signed his name, looking at the man as he tapped a small device on his face, looking at the younger Saiyan and noting down a power level of 3,000. So that is where he was. Not bad at all.
"Jump in after these two." He said, motioning to the pair in the pit. It was about to over.
When the final punch landed, the smaller man crumpled, the larger man standing tall and cheering. The crowd cheered as well, some boo'd, those who lost money he suspected, and he picked up his friend, jumping out and laughing as he did. Renkon landed a moment later, starting to stretch out his arms while he waited for his opponent to arrive and start the battle with him.
600 WC
Power Level: 3,000
HP: 7,500
Damage: 0/250%
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
He wanted to get some training in, loosen up and keep everything going on the plus side. He liked the new feeling of freedom they had. The end of the war, that had ground on for a lifetime, had finally been found. His people won, but there was still work to do. Maybe he could head for the capital and work as a laborer, lift heavy things and help build up more of a life... Or maybe see about claiming some land, carving out the starts of a tribe or clan, and work towards the betterment of the people... Or simply find a way to silence all the voices once and for all.
With a shake of his head, he stopped near the middle of the road, it was clear of vehicles, so it allowed him a moment to think, ponder his next move, and figure out what he wanted to do. Several Saiyans floated past, talking about a brawling pit that had opened up. Something about a betting pool and more. That was an idea. Floating up, Renkon followed behind them, looking impassive but watching out the corner of his eye, simply making sure to map the landscape under him until he arrived.
The fighting pit was literally that, a pit in the ground of stone and sand. Stands and betting areas had been set up all around, and Renkon wondered how long the owners had been doing this. This was popular before the war from his understanding, and even during the war, children would train in pits like these, helping to hide the light of their energy. Landing near the edge, he watched as the duo in the pit brawled it out, no energy, no flying, just punching each other and laughing the entire time, lost in the throws of a blood lust. When one was knocked out, he would see about taking his turn.
"Ya gotta sign up." The Saiyan next to him said, offering him a tablet. "We find ya a partner based on your power level, and toss ya in there with em. Could be stronger, could be weaker, could be same level. Your choice." Renkon quickly signed his name, looking at the man as he tapped a small device on his face, looking at the younger Saiyan and noting down a power level of 3,000. So that is where he was. Not bad at all.
"Jump in after these two." He said, motioning to the pair in the pit. It was about to over.
When the final punch landed, the smaller man crumpled, the larger man standing tall and cheering. The crowd cheered as well, some boo'd, those who lost money he suspected, and he picked up his friend, jumping out and laughing as he did. Renkon landed a moment later, starting to stretch out his arms while he waited for his opponent to arrive and start the battle with him.
600 WC
Power Level: 3,000
HP: 7,500
Damage: 0/250%
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
