Post by Saito Kito on Jul 19, 2014 21:30:35 GMT -5
The battle with the Alien had been a brief thing, but in the short time for the fight to reach climax, Saito Kito had to employ the whole of his fighting ability to hold up to the impressive pace of the Alien. His barricading defenses had been utterly without mistake, his crippling offense had made Nyu pay for each and every mishap he committed and in the end both fighters had been locked together, in the embrace of Ki warfare. The Spirit Gun was poised to strike the winning blow, but if the Alien managed to push through that strike, it was uncertain to Kit if he would have been capable of racing onward to victory after he had sprinted such a distance, metaphorically. There was still much to learn, the Human decided. Thus, he had left the relative safe-haven of the dojo to engorge his might into improvement once again in the beautiful but ever chaotic forests.
Upon a great limb he crouched, his chin resting in a palm poised upon his knee as those coal, bestial eyes spectated as the trio of wolves rested after feasting upon an unlucky mammal, one that had been tall and wide. The deceased was encased in shielding furs that had proved difficult for the wolves fang’s to penetrate, but once they had the thing clenched three-fold by the throat it mattered not if they drew blood. The furred beast had lashed from side to side in retaliation with a great snout proudly carrying a horn that sought the skies in a length of at least a meter, but it was unable to penetrate the nimble predators slowly choking the life from it. In the end, the predators had won the day and now slept lazily. The blood and bone were all that was left of a once great opponent.
Kit knew very well what had penned the final chapter of the beast's wondrous life, it was the very thing that had nearly lost him the fight against the Alien, Nyu. Speed. The reptiles were nothing but, for what they lacked in power they made up in movement to seek the most vital point of the beast. When they had failed to bleed it weaker with puncturing canine and lacerating claw, they had sought the most dangerous point to approach the creature, the neck. That neck was the pathway for the animal's oxygen, but also dangerously close to that great and thrashing horn. Once upon the neck, the canines had worked as a team, one distracting the lengthy spear before the mammal's eyes and evading each and every one of his swipes. All the while, the others had crushed the esophagus. Soon, the prey could swipe and stab no longer and the decoy wolf joined in the murder.
Speed kills
Kit glanced down to his wrists, the wrapped bangles about them were locked in place. He had grown so used to their weight that they had become a part of his being, as well as the two other devices about his ankles. Saito Kito was much too fast for this trio of beasts without the weighty burden, but with them they would certainly prove a test for his movement and wit. Kit grinned as his eyes lifted back to the sleeping creatures below him before he dropped from the canopy into the clearing with those leather hided wolves.
“I'm ready for my lesson!”
Kit exclaimed, on the outskirts of the meadow as the trio of mammals were instantly upon their legs. They stood at waist level with the Human, and twice that from tip to tail, outweighed him by several times even with those bangles! These creatures were true fighters when pushed to it, but two bounded away into the thick forest beyond the meadow. One remained, gnashing his fangs together with audible clicks before it growled, the vocals adjusting to a low growl. Like phantoms, the partners materialized from the thicket. The alpha had identified this Human weaponless, and with the average power level of the race in this current day and age they proved to be easy prey. The raptors were notorious for snatching children who strayed too far into the woods, for ripping apart and devouring the unprepared hunter. What the Alpha had identified was an adult, corded with muscle, delicious protein! Kit held none of the things that made thunder and struck wolves down and dead, and he was instantly recognized as prey.
In an instant the lead raptor charged him, the elongated snout lashing out at Kit with deadly rows of fangs. The two subordinates began to close the distance, but for now the Alpha was the ultimate concern. Nimbly the Human bounded sideways and the thing's teeth bit only air, but he now had one of the subordinates to deal with. Whirling in the midst of his jump, the warrior extended both hands before clamping the open mouth shut, one poised to receive his succulent flesh marbled with fats and dripping with blood. His bones plentiful with marrow, oh, Saito Kito would make a marvelous meal indeed.
With arms busied with closing the mouth of the second subordinate, legs and hips sought to hold the current distance between he and it in effort to prevent slicing kicks in legs. The second subordinate was coming, and the Alpha was already poising itself for another stroke that might slice Kit apart and drop his entrails to the lush grasses of the meadow. Kit shoved himself free of the animal in his grasp, lifting his legs to allow his body to land a grand distance away, in the very center of the meadow. Shocks of dark hairs waved this way and that as he noted the positioning of each poised predator in relation to himself.
Perfect. From where he stood in the center of the green clearing, the pride of raptor had him surrounded. Saito Kito had come to this clearing to learn something. Kit had always performed at his best with the situation necessitated everything he had within his arsenal. Never had he conceivably practiced the execution of a new technique, the situations he constantly placed himself in were always enough to enable him instant proficiency in whatever he chose to add to his array of weapons. The beasts had him cornered.
The second son of Masamune knew well their intelligence, and the trio purred and growled in communication as at once the collective mind of the pack decided the two subordinates would subdue the prey whilst the alpha readied the killing stroke. They came. Kit tensed. With the trio enclosing upon him from three angles, dodging one would lead him into the gaping maw of another. The alpha was lunging inward, adjusting a powerful body to life a muscular hind leg in an effort to rake that razor sharp and deadly long claws into and across the inviting Saito. The nails would never find the neck. Energies focusing, Saito let his energies settle and accumulate within, his mind already prepared to apply his hypothesis. The stimulus was already presented, now it was time to put his fighting mind to the test! Those swelling energies reached their boiling point and he released them in the fatal instant where the claw would spill the contents of his vein.
His legs kicked up into a run that his body had never experienced before. He was not simply moving on the speed of muscle, but on that of Ki and determination. Darting perfectly in between two of the predators, his feet physically picked up a wind of dust, and his form became but a blur. Kit had wanted to train his speed and now found himself barreling away from his training partners at an alarming speed. Had anyone been nearby able to witness the incredible feet, they would have clocked his movement at zero to sixty miles per hour in a split millisecond. From there who could tell how fast the human was running. It certainly wasn’t natural, and it wasn’t like anything he had witnessed before. He must have run for an entire minute, not entirely sure how to stop himself. By the time he had the courage to stop himself he had already reached the forests edge, an amazing five miles from where he had been. Indeed he had run at a speed of three hundred miles per hour.
Behind him the wooded area had bent to his will, the tree’s only barely finding the strength to fight against the inertia. He could almost see a mile into the forest as the massive oaks erected back into the sky, having been pushed aside by the sheer force of Saito’s movement. He had forcefully created a trail, running through bushes as though they were nothing, and beating down the earth to allow easy access. Stopping had not been as easy as putting his feet down. The man saw the first building of the nearby neighborhood and knew that if he didn't stop his incessant running, he would run straight into the concrete. Unfortunately If the trees were any indication this would not actually stop him, but rather ruin the house and anyone inside of it. Kit put a stop to his running, putting both heels down and nearly screeching to an alarming halt only inches away from the wooden fence separating the house from the forest. Breathing heavily, Kit woozily took a step backwards. It was only a few seconds before the weight of his sudden stop brought the world to a spinning cyclone. Kit couldn’t look without seeing the Earth violently spinning around him. He had never moved so quickly before and so was sickened by it. Falling backwards onto his rear and closing his eyes tight in an attempt to steady his restless mind, he found it too difficult. He tried to flip over onto his stomach, but the violent dizziness had caused him to lose control of his body for a moment, meaning all he could do was lay on his back, prone. Thankfully this persisted for only a few moments as finally he regained the motion of his arms, turning to his left, rising up on his knees, and vomiting.
This had not been a good experiment.
Actually it truly had been. Kit knew now that his physical body could be powered by the same energy used in his Spirit Gun. He also knew that running at that speed for long periods of time brought him sickness and incapacitation. Although his first experience had been rote with illness, Kit would try again this next day, this time trying to reach the end of the street as quickly as possible. His sandals rested on the firm asphalt as he started the timer and began running. He found the first few tries that he couldn’t replicate the abilities from the other day. It was clear that only when physical danger presented itself could Kit possibly summon the strength to carry out such a taxing technique. With this in mind, he decided that he needed a busier street. Kit found it, off the side of a major high way. Hover cars zoomed past in a cruel and unwavering manner. It was almost as though the cars had no care for Kit whatsoever. Certainly he was safe at the edge of the road, but one person not paying attention could easily side swipe him. Even with his new found strength a collision with a head on vehicle would be devastating, and so Kit knew he had found his challenge. He found an overpass and waited at the very base. He would run directly at the first car he saw in the hopes that his overwhelming speed would kick in and have him away from the car and back down the overpass in no time.
This is not what transpired.
With thick beads of sweat rolling down his forehead Kit looked on at the nearest car. He set off, running quickly, his weights sluggishly holding him back as much as possible. The car neared and slowly Saito began to realize that this may not have been his brightest idea. The car was still moving quickly towards him, now honking, and Kit was still not powering up. The overpass was too narrow for the car to veer out of the way, and so it slammed on the brakes, red lights flaring up, and the air in front of it kicking into a small flurry of dust. The car wouldn't be able to stop in time, and Kit wasn’t about to give up on this game of chicken. He continued forward, and much as he had prophesied the power did come through at the very last minute, doing something Kit had not expected, pushing him forward rather than helping him turn around. His feet pushed forward to the point that he stepped on the hood of his opponent and then the roof. But it didn’t stop there. The other cars behind the red one were still in the way, and Kit effortlessly ran over them as well. Within ten seconds he had ran the entire mile of the overpass, the cars behind him sporting new dents the exact size of Saito’s Foot. He brought himself to a stop, breathing heavily as his legs tensed, almost in the form of a cramp. Even though he had shortened his run to a tenth of the first try, his body was still reeling at the difficulty. Truly he had discovered a taxing ability, one that he would not take lightly.
For now he would train, finding that each time his limit without any fatigue was a short burst that could move him as far as a five hundred feet in a single direction. He decided that this short burst of speed would do him well in combat if he were trying to avoid an attack, or just get a head start in running away, or better yet chasing.
(End of Part 1)
(End of Part 1)