Post by Bael on Mar 10, 2023 16:38:45 GMT -5
Bael's pod touched down a couple miles away from the capital. He made his way on foot to Dend city. With every step across the vast Namek expanse the buildings on the horizon grew bigger. His sword clanked against the back of his armor with each step he took. He couldn't help but marvel at their weird shape. They were unlike anything he had seen on planet Plant. Even Earth's vast array of different structures didn't have anything close to resembling the large igloo shaped buildings. As he approached the entrance to the city little green children could be spotted running and laughing through the streets. They seemed peaceful and happy as their parents tried to corral them. He had never seen a Namekian before so he was caught off guard by how different they looked from anyone he had ever met in the past. The earthlings he had met resembled his own Tuffle race except they were much larger then the average tuffle. Bael actually felt at home there since he was much larger then the average Tuffle. At almost six feet in height and with a slender build he fit in there seamlessly. The only thing that even remotely stood out was his bright neon green hair.
This place is so beautiful! I wonder where the tournament is being held in this place?
Bael had arrived on Namek almost by accident. He had been making his way back to Plant when he received a transmission advertising a competition known as The Tournament of Peace. He really should have went straight home to investigate the fallout of the events of Hatchi. His warrior spirit however could not pass up an oppertunity to test himself against some of the universes strongest warriors. He was curious where he stood in the power food chain. There was a man on plant that he needed to fight and it wouldn't be easy. Thats assuming he was still alive after that bloodbath of a war. Since he had not received an communications he was still not sure the status of everyone he was forced to leave behind. Just thinking back of all the screams of the dying Tuffles filled his body with rage all over again. He was more motivated then ever to grow stronger so he could confront those responsible. His left hand clasped a red jeweled necklace that was a gift from his parents. That, his sword, and his armor were all that he had left of them after that fateful day. After a moment of being sad he quickly pulled himself out of it and began looking for where he needed to be. He saw a rathr large Namekian with a group of friends and figured the best way to get information was to ask.
Excuse me, Do you guys know where the check in station for the tournament is?
He spoke with confidence as the group stopped. The largest one eyed him up and down before chuckling hysterically. He looked over to his buddies and they all began to laugh in unison. They spoke a couple words he did not understand amongst themselves before turning their attention back to the now confused Tuffle.
Get a load of this guy? He is trying to enter the tournament. Why would they ever let a puny little fella like you compete. You would be finished before you even step in the ring. Those guys are no joke. You don't stand a chance pipsqueak. You'd be better off to just keep on going.
Baels childish like smile quickly faded and was replaced by irritability. He was used to being underestimated but not like this. Their power level barely registered to him it was so low. He usually would just have kept walking but something was bothering him today. He couldn't tell if it was from all the pent up aggression he had or if it was from going stir crazy on the long flight here. He couldn't help but fire back a little.
Please just tell me where it is. I know somewhere in that undersized brain of yours is some decent information that can help me out.
Bael clearly struck a nerve with the group of thugs. Their laughter died down immediately and they all looked to the tall one to see how he would react. The ogre of a namekian dropped his voice as low as it would go while staring Bael down with the most intimidating face he could make.
M'Name is Kirksey. I am one of the strongest people on Namek and am entering the tournament myself. How bout i give you a good thrashing right now and save you the trouble of making your way over there.
The Namekian cocked his arm back and flung it towards Bael's face. It looked like it was going in slow motion. Bael dodged it by shifting his head to the side while keeping the rest of his body totally still. Surprise and outrage crossed the namekians face. He quickly followed up with a punch from the other hand. Bael bent his knees and ducked slightly dropping his body low to the ground. He lunged forward with an elbow of his own hitting the giant man right in his sternum. He bellowed out in pain before falling to the ground gasping for air. The others in the group stood there in shock for a moment before trying to retaliate for their fallen comrade. In a quick dash Bael unsheathed his sword from his back and swung it horizontally in a flurry of quick motions. It happened so quickly it was hard for the average eye to follow but Bael struck every one of them with the flat of his blade before they could even begin to fall to the ground. With a satisfied smirk the Tuffle went back to the leader and pulled him up off the ground by the garbs that he were.
Lets try this again with a little more manners...Where do i go to sign in for this stupid tournament?
This place is so beautiful! I wonder where the tournament is being held in this place?
Bael had arrived on Namek almost by accident. He had been making his way back to Plant when he received a transmission advertising a competition known as The Tournament of Peace. He really should have went straight home to investigate the fallout of the events of Hatchi. His warrior spirit however could not pass up an oppertunity to test himself against some of the universes strongest warriors. He was curious where he stood in the power food chain. There was a man on plant that he needed to fight and it wouldn't be easy. Thats assuming he was still alive after that bloodbath of a war. Since he had not received an communications he was still not sure the status of everyone he was forced to leave behind. Just thinking back of all the screams of the dying Tuffles filled his body with rage all over again. He was more motivated then ever to grow stronger so he could confront those responsible. His left hand clasped a red jeweled necklace that was a gift from his parents. That, his sword, and his armor were all that he had left of them after that fateful day. After a moment of being sad he quickly pulled himself out of it and began looking for where he needed to be. He saw a rathr large Namekian with a group of friends and figured the best way to get information was to ask.
Excuse me, Do you guys know where the check in station for the tournament is?
He spoke with confidence as the group stopped. The largest one eyed him up and down before chuckling hysterically. He looked over to his buddies and they all began to laugh in unison. They spoke a couple words he did not understand amongst themselves before turning their attention back to the now confused Tuffle.
Get a load of this guy? He is trying to enter the tournament. Why would they ever let a puny little fella like you compete. You would be finished before you even step in the ring. Those guys are no joke. You don't stand a chance pipsqueak. You'd be better off to just keep on going.
Baels childish like smile quickly faded and was replaced by irritability. He was used to being underestimated but not like this. Their power level barely registered to him it was so low. He usually would just have kept walking but something was bothering him today. He couldn't tell if it was from all the pent up aggression he had or if it was from going stir crazy on the long flight here. He couldn't help but fire back a little.
Please just tell me where it is. I know somewhere in that undersized brain of yours is some decent information that can help me out.
Bael clearly struck a nerve with the group of thugs. Their laughter died down immediately and they all looked to the tall one to see how he would react. The ogre of a namekian dropped his voice as low as it would go while staring Bael down with the most intimidating face he could make.
M'Name is Kirksey. I am one of the strongest people on Namek and am entering the tournament myself. How bout i give you a good thrashing right now and save you the trouble of making your way over there.
The Namekian cocked his arm back and flung it towards Bael's face. It looked like it was going in slow motion. Bael dodged it by shifting his head to the side while keeping the rest of his body totally still. Surprise and outrage crossed the namekians face. He quickly followed up with a punch from the other hand. Bael bent his knees and ducked slightly dropping his body low to the ground. He lunged forward with an elbow of his own hitting the giant man right in his sternum. He bellowed out in pain before falling to the ground gasping for air. The others in the group stood there in shock for a moment before trying to retaliate for their fallen comrade. In a quick dash Bael unsheathed his sword from his back and swung it horizontally in a flurry of quick motions. It happened so quickly it was hard for the average eye to follow but Bael struck every one of them with the flat of his blade before they could even begin to fall to the ground. With a satisfied smirk the Tuffle went back to the leader and pulled him up off the ground by the garbs that he were.
Lets try this again with a little more manners...Where do i go to sign in for this stupid tournament?
PL 48,000 (x3 active)
KP:6/6
MP: 0/6
HP:0/250
Resources: Underdog, Z sword, Arm Blasters, Blood Ruby, Battle Armor
wc 1029
KP:6/6
MP: 0/6
HP:0/250
Resources: Underdog, Z sword, Arm Blasters, Blood Ruby, Battle Armor
wc 1029