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Post by Dion on Jul 26, 2022 11:30:45 GMT -5
Suffering defeat after defeat, one young man's body was approaching its limit, in both mind and in soul...
Dion had been beaten before, that was a given- with life more often than not showing him just how weak he truly happened to be in the grand scheme of the cosmos on many an occasion even before this most recent loss. However, something about this one was, different. To him, it was akin to, what did the Earthlings say? The straw that broke the camel's back?
Yes, the first and foremost purpose of confronting Zhalla in the matter that he had was to try and reason with her about her recently unbecoming behavior of a caretaker- and while things had gotten heated, the bartender never could have imagined it would have gotten to the point that it did, with the two coming to blows over the subject matter. With Zhalla even showcasing to Dion the wrathful power that laid deep within her when things came to a boiling point.
Once unleashed, said power proved to be too much for the oldest sibling of three. As Zhalla had activated it, losing control in the process, the situation shifted from a slightly biased showdown to Dion becoming nothing but a dingy in the torrential fury of a hurricane, being ragdolled as though he was right in the middle of one as he felt blow after blow pound mercilessly into his body without remorse.
He's taken hits before, but, the strikes suffered from whom he had come to call his sister were a special kind of pain.
And he wasn't just talking emotional damage either. The physical damage having been sustained from the assault were wounds he believed initially he'd be able to handle on his own, having walked away from the battle to allow Zhalla to think on her actions by her lonesome, which is what he thought both of them needed after such a straining confrontation. Though, as he walked onwards, Dion began to feel the repercussions of their clash quite clearly, as his originally determined strut became a weakened limp.
Not only that, but he held no real sense of direction as to where to go next- having failed to procure where Nero and Pankaa (Whom he also had been meaning to check on after all this time, after learning of his connections with both Zhalla and Nero) lived from Zhalla before the two began their butting of heads.
So now, here he stood, limping across the Maima Fields, battered, bloodied, and bruised- a trail of red left in his wake as he took one shuddering breath after another, stopping from time to time to empty some of the remaining blood still coated upon the insides of his throat. Eyes barely able to open through the sweat and bruises that encompassed both.
In his haze of exhaustion, however, Dion seemingly was able to find some semblance of hope- and all the sudden, a familiarly feeling power signature came upon his inner radar. Eyes opening (not that much more), he looked straight ahead of him, his gaze being greeted by a standard looking Namekian housing structure, but, different.
This one appeared to be built like an onion, and had layers to it- multiple floors adorning it's build as Dion looked more closely at it. And from deep within he could faintly feel an energy signature that he had felt once before- one of the very first ones besides Carro's that he had felt in a long time back on Plant.
There was no mistaking it, even in his less than conscious state. It was Pankaa, and by sheer luck Dion had managed to stumble upon his current living space.
Before he was able to call out, however, or make any other sign that he was even there, the battered bartender fell to his knees, and then eventually onto his face, broken in his entirety.
He could not go on any further.
His journey was nearly at its end.
Dion had been beaten before, that was a given- with life more often than not showing him just how weak he truly happened to be in the grand scheme of the cosmos on many an occasion even before this most recent loss. However, something about this one was, different. To him, it was akin to, what did the Earthlings say? The straw that broke the camel's back?
Yes, the first and foremost purpose of confronting Zhalla in the matter that he had was to try and reason with her about her recently unbecoming behavior of a caretaker- and while things had gotten heated, the bartender never could have imagined it would have gotten to the point that it did, with the two coming to blows over the subject matter. With Zhalla even showcasing to Dion the wrathful power that laid deep within her when things came to a boiling point.
Once unleashed, said power proved to be too much for the oldest sibling of three. As Zhalla had activated it, losing control in the process, the situation shifted from a slightly biased showdown to Dion becoming nothing but a dingy in the torrential fury of a hurricane, being ragdolled as though he was right in the middle of one as he felt blow after blow pound mercilessly into his body without remorse.
He's taken hits before, but, the strikes suffered from whom he had come to call his sister were a special kind of pain.
And he wasn't just talking emotional damage either. The physical damage having been sustained from the assault were wounds he believed initially he'd be able to handle on his own, having walked away from the battle to allow Zhalla to think on her actions by her lonesome, which is what he thought both of them needed after such a straining confrontation. Though, as he walked onwards, Dion began to feel the repercussions of their clash quite clearly, as his originally determined strut became a weakened limp.
Not only that, but he held no real sense of direction as to where to go next- having failed to procure where Nero and Pankaa (Whom he also had been meaning to check on after all this time, after learning of his connections with both Zhalla and Nero) lived from Zhalla before the two began their butting of heads.
So now, here he stood, limping across the Maima Fields, battered, bloodied, and bruised- a trail of red left in his wake as he took one shuddering breath after another, stopping from time to time to empty some of the remaining blood still coated upon the insides of his throat. Eyes barely able to open through the sweat and bruises that encompassed both.
In his haze of exhaustion, however, Dion seemingly was able to find some semblance of hope- and all the sudden, a familiarly feeling power signature came upon his inner radar. Eyes opening (not that much more), he looked straight ahead of him, his gaze being greeted by a standard looking Namekian housing structure, but, different.
This one appeared to be built like an onion, and had layers to it- multiple floors adorning it's build as Dion looked more closely at it. And from deep within he could faintly feel an energy signature that he had felt once before- one of the very first ones besides Carro's that he had felt in a long time back on Plant.
There was no mistaking it, even in his less than conscious state. It was Pankaa, and by sheer luck Dion had managed to stumble upon his current living space.
Before he was able to call out, however, or make any other sign that he was even there, the battered bartender fell to his knees, and then eventually onto his face, broken in his entirety.
He could not go on any further.
His journey was nearly at its end.
PL: 22,000 - WC: 673 - TWC: 673
