Post by Tinker on Apr 7, 2023 18:25:34 GMT -5
"Ha...!"
The Fauxbian shouted as the tail smashed into the ball with a satisfying metallic clang. The customized baseball rocketed towards the cliff standing before Tinker, crashing into it before flying back in his rough direction. He ran to intercept its flight, reaching out with a scaled hand to snatch the sphere out of the air. It practically vibrated in his hand as it was trapped in his grip, ready to fly again. It wanted to keep accelerating, to keep moving.
The situation back at the tournament was still infuriating him. It still pissed him off, and he wanted to beat whoever messed with his head into the ground, but he couldn't do much about that when he couldn't find him. Maybe he'd get to it later. Hopefully, he would. It seemed there was a queue, though. Maybe he could work with someone else with a similar grudge. That could work.
Not right now, though. Now he'd taken his ship to someplace out of the way, far away from anything too important, so he could try to take his mind off stressful things. Everything about the last few days had been damned frustrating, and it was probably a good idea to try and focus on something else rather than what brought such frustration. If for no other reason than his own sanity, but safety was a good second reason.
He hurled the ball at the cliffside, and it flew far faster than the pitch indicated it should before crashing into the rocky wall and bouncing right back. It was a simple exercise, to simply bounce the ball against a wall until he could no longer catch it. With the ball's constant acceleration, this was far more strenuous an exercise than it otherwise could've been; it was already moving at speeds that most in the universe would consider absurd. The cliffside wasn't the ideal surface for this, as Tinker preferred to use mostly flat walls. It was probably more practical for the future to practice like this, though. Not every place was a city where he could reliably find those, and it'd let him adjust to imperfect angles better.
On striking the rock for at least the fortieth time, it bounced back and was immediately struck by his tail. This time the ball paused in the air for a few seconds as the mechanical appendage struck, rotating in place before rocketing into the cliff yet again. This time, the specialized sphere slammed into the rocky surface as it had numerous times before bursting into a mess of cork and scrap. It was loud, as a sudden cracking sound reverberated throughout the area. Tinker was left swinging at the air where the ball should have been by this point, the alien leaping through the air only to find nothing. It took a couple of seconds for him to realize what just happened as he looked to where the ball had burst. Besides the remains of the weapon, the cliff sported a new hole in its side with notable cracks around it. Fortunately, it seemed largely stable afterwards.
"Huh... that's new," Tinker muttered to himself. Honestly, he didn't know what to make of it. They'd never broken before, so the fact one broke just now had to mean something, right? Whether that was that he was stronger, he needed to work on their durability, or something completely different, he knew it meant something. He had no idea what, but it was probably important.
Didn't make him feel much better, though.
The Fauxbian shouted as the tail smashed into the ball with a satisfying metallic clang. The customized baseball rocketed towards the cliff standing before Tinker, crashing into it before flying back in his rough direction. He ran to intercept its flight, reaching out with a scaled hand to snatch the sphere out of the air. It practically vibrated in his hand as it was trapped in his grip, ready to fly again. It wanted to keep accelerating, to keep moving.
The situation back at the tournament was still infuriating him. It still pissed him off, and he wanted to beat whoever messed with his head into the ground, but he couldn't do much about that when he couldn't find him. Maybe he'd get to it later. Hopefully, he would. It seemed there was a queue, though. Maybe he could work with someone else with a similar grudge. That could work.
Not right now, though. Now he'd taken his ship to someplace out of the way, far away from anything too important, so he could try to take his mind off stressful things. Everything about the last few days had been damned frustrating, and it was probably a good idea to try and focus on something else rather than what brought such frustration. If for no other reason than his own sanity, but safety was a good second reason.
He hurled the ball at the cliffside, and it flew far faster than the pitch indicated it should before crashing into the rocky wall and bouncing right back. It was a simple exercise, to simply bounce the ball against a wall until he could no longer catch it. With the ball's constant acceleration, this was far more strenuous an exercise than it otherwise could've been; it was already moving at speeds that most in the universe would consider absurd. The cliffside wasn't the ideal surface for this, as Tinker preferred to use mostly flat walls. It was probably more practical for the future to practice like this, though. Not every place was a city where he could reliably find those, and it'd let him adjust to imperfect angles better.
Maybe it wasn't the best training exercise, but he'd never had anything approaching formal training. He'd only recently learned to fight in anything approaching a proper manner, and most of that was still theoretical since he'd yet to start fights intentionally. Maybe he should do something about that.
"Fly!"
On striking the rock for at least the fortieth time, it bounced back and was immediately struck by his tail. This time the ball paused in the air for a few seconds as the mechanical appendage struck, rotating in place before rocketing into the cliff yet again. This time, the specialized sphere slammed into the rocky surface as it had numerous times before bursting into a mess of cork and scrap. It was loud, as a sudden cracking sound reverberated throughout the area. Tinker was left swinging at the air where the ball should have been by this point, the alien leaping through the air only to find nothing. It took a couple of seconds for him to realize what just happened as he looked to where the ball had burst. Besides the remains of the weapon, the cliff sported a new hole in its side with notable cracks around it. Fortunately, it seemed largely stable afterwards.
"Huh... that's new," Tinker muttered to himself. Honestly, he didn't know what to make of it. They'd never broken before, so the fact one broke just now had to mean something, right? Whether that was that he was stronger, he needed to work on their durability, or something completely different, he knew it meant something. He had no idea what, but it was probably important.
Didn't make him feel much better, though.
PL: 22,000
WC: 636
WC: 636