Post by Conri Lane on Nov 18, 2013 2:54:54 GMT -5
With his father out of danger things had started to take a more interesting turn with him, especially after learning about the man’s true strength. So, it was time for them to have a training session, something that hadn’t ever happened between them before. For this training they left Alpha Prime and went to a nearby uninhabited, except for the wildlife, planet to have both privacy and room to fight. The ship setting down to let them off before heading back, the pilot saying he’d be back within an hour to pick them up. Conri was fully decked out in his weighted training clothes; that was the one thing that his father had been adamant about for him. It seemed they were going to be doing a lot of intense training today and he was going to be fighting at a disadvantage. Not like that was really anything new, he supposed, whenever they fought he was forced to fight with something hindering him. Since it became obvious that he had been allowed to win all those years ago, he figured this time he would keep going until he passed out from exhaustion.
If he could fight in the final round with everything he had, then he would do that here as well regardless of how he was overmatched. As if to prove his point, his father only lowered his power to about sixty thousand, which meant that even unleashing his full power would not help much. It seemed that for all the good he did, it wasn’t quite good enough and even when he understood he had room to grow despite being crowned champion of the tournament. Conri had grown tired of trying to live up to expectations a while ago, so he was just going to be going full throttle from the beginning. It was just a shame that he had lost his tail during that last round; otherwise he’d have turned Oozaru and fought. Shaking his head, that was a bad thought, it meant he had already started to become dependent on the transformation for its power. The only thing that he could do was to push forward with what he had and reach deep down to find a source of his own strength. If anything, he knew he could at least be creative and design a technique for a variety of situations, which would help him here for sure.
The two opposing powers began to crash against each other, causing small fissures where they met and creating pressure waves that pushed through the air around them. The icy planet was not only devoid of most life except for whatever could survive, but it was also an environment that would eat away at their stamina. The frigid weather was a harsh one that would be adding to the difficulty of the battle that was about to take place here, with both combatants staring each other down. There was no sound or event to set them off at each other, the area around them just exploded into a cloud of ice as they started their battle. Fist collided with an unrelenting fury, though Conri was the weaker, his fists still retained the power to almost match his father’s currently. The fact that he wasn’t being knocked around like a ragdoll was a sign of that very thing and he was going to take as much advantage of the fact as he could in this ‘training’. The main difference between them was more their speed, as his father focused more on that than other physical aspects, it was something he had learned through their years of fighting.
So, he had to come up with a means to stop that speed if he wanted to get anywhere in this new fight of theirs. He did have an idea as well, one that would require a bit of work to try and get together, especially since he had no way of really acquiring the one component he needed. He needed to stop his movements and with their being a forest nearby, it provided the perfect terrain for his idea. Heading in that direction, it was hard to stay on course with his father being superior in speed to him, but every movement he made to avoid a strike while focusing solely on evasion was calculated. He would retreat or advance as the situation called for, making sure that each movement was for the purpose of reaching that forest. He would not make any other offensive movement until that was done first, and in the meantime, he was coming up with a means to trap his father’s legs. If he had some sort of malleable rope or string with high tensile strength behind it, then he could make a trap.
It couldn’t be just any rope either; it had to be invisible so that there was no way he could find it before the trap was sprung. Well, even if he could, as long as it was invisible then it could be worked with into an even bigger scheme. While his mind was thinking of this, his body was reacting to his thoughts, utilizing his Ki along with his psychokinetic ability to create what was in his thoughts as of now. Creating an invisible rope around his hands, it begins to reduce in size to fit for the trap that is going through his mind. His body adapted the technique as he thought it through, something that was small, had high tensile strength, was invisible, and could be molded into a variety of different ways for each situation. Its primary purpose as of now would be to act as a simple multipurpose rope, whether it would be a grapple hook or as a net, mostly used for its strength against pressure.
Having entered the forest, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath; the other downside to the icy planet was that it ate away at stamina. It was then that he noticed that he was holding something in his hand, and that he couldn’t see it at all, just what had happened? Unfortunately, he didn’t get a lot of time to think about it as his father was already attacking once more, a missile dropkick to his side sending him flying further into the forest. When he stopped, he decided to test this little item in his hand by attaching it to a tree nearby and pulling the thing tight to create a trip wire as his father rushed at him. While it did managed to trip him up, one wire clearly wasn’t enough to make that much of a difference he learned as his back hit a tree. Coughing up as the air rushed from his lungs for that last hit, he would need to work on making a trap while he fought, which meant his psychokinesis was about to be getting an extreme workout. He focused his mind to move the wire around the forest to create a viable trap to contain his father, one that would need to be more complex.
In the meantime, he dashed forward to meet head to head in battle, and exchange of fists occurred between the human and Half-Saiyan. Each clash between fist and body caused a reverberation throughout the surrounding area, shaking snow free from trees. Unfortunately, with a direct confrontation combined with the hits he had taken earlier was seeing Conri get pushed back more this time. He hadn’t actually gotten his breath back so it was hard to continue his attacks for extended periods of time. His lungs felt like they were on fire due to the lack of oxygen they had received within this short amount of time, and so he had to carefully bring in more to steady his body. The trap was only a third of the way finished after that last exchange as well, which meant it was going to take a lot more for him to get it completed. Exhaling sharply through his nose, he cleared the blood that had been gathering in his nostril allowing him to breathe a bit more freely.
“Is that really all you have? I guess becoming the champion really has gotten to your head, huh? You can’t even fight as well as you used to and that wasn’t all that great either,” his father’s taunts were like sharp blades aimed at weak points in his psyche. The jerk always did know how to push his buttons, they hadn’t always been this bad with each other, but he supposed he knew the source of the change. However, Conri had changed since then as well and it was time to show the new him, keeping his mind focused on the current task he rushed forward throwing a flurry of jabs at his father’s face. The attacks were mostly parried, but there were enough to get through for his immediate strategy to pay off as he brought his right leg forward and shoved it hard into his opponent’s chest. That was the one thing he had learned from this already, he was no longer just fighting his father, rather he was fighting an opponent. Possibly in a battle that could risk his life, he wasn’t going to be stupid or reckless like he had been before the battles on Alpha Prime.
The trap was almost finished and it was time to draw Braden to it, and let him see what it meant to underestimate Conri. As he skidded back, Conri’s arms shot up to fire a few Ki blasts at the surrounding trees and dirt to kick up a small cloud to blind his opponent. Then he took off in the opposite direction of his opponent, moving as quickly as he could before Braden could recover and come after him. When his opponent began to follow him is when he became caught in the trap, when he passed the first set of trees Conri fired off two blasts to let a section fall the top aiming for his father but the middle was being pulled in a different direction. Braden hadn’t caught onto that and had instead moved into the space between the falling part and another tree, which was then blasted at be the Half-Saiyan as well. What was between those trees was an invisible net that would wrap around the Human and trap him for at least a few moments for Conri to do something.
Which was exactly what he was going to do as he charged up a Masenko in his hands, letting the energy build until he knew it would do some decent damage before firing it. The beam of energy collided with Braden and slammed him down into the ground, but due to the sheer power it also ripped apart the invisible rope that had been binding him. There was also a rather extensive amount of collateral damage done to the forest around them, it wasn’t likely that he could pull off that trap a second time, which was good in a way as his mind was feeling strained anyways. He would have to take the time to train more with his psychic abilities to learn how to use them better and not strain himself so much. Now wasn’t the time for that as he was still in the middle of a battle, though now he had a bit of an advantage against Braden thanks to that last attack. It was time to prepare for the full on assault that he was going to unleash, dropping to the ground he released the psychokinetic flight and took his fighting stance across the cleared opening in the trees.
“Heh, so you have grown into a bit more formidable of a fighter, then you shouldn’t have trouble dealing with what I’m about to throw at you next,” his words gave the message that he was going to break his own stipulation of the battle. However, before he could do that there was a sound from behind Braden, as both men turned to see two people standing there rather casually. Conri recognized the one almost immediately and triggered a rage in him that he had not experienced in a long time, to the point that he instantly lunged for that person only to be stopped by Braden. Although even at that point his father had powered up to his full base, which was an incredible power compared to Conri, it showed how much the Half-Saiyan needed to grow in power. There was no way he could truly fight head on with his father at full power, but that was a thought that was shunted to the back of his mind.
“Don’t, that one is a lot stronger than you are, I’ll take him on,” the hushed whisper heard only between father and son. Of course, Conri was not in the mood for that and elbowed his father to rush the bishop from the Church of One that he had been looking for all these years. Granted with rushing in like that he didn’t see that the bishop next to the other had summoned a rather large creature to play with the Half-Saiyan. The ice-colored scales were hard to miss, given that the scales were almost as large as he was in size and belonged to a wingless dragon that towered even higher than an Oozaru at its highest point. Despite the size difference between them, Conri looked at the beast as if it were nothing but an annoyance, not giving any semblance of fear in the way he treated it.
“Get out of my way, you oversized gecko, before I make you a smear stain on the ground,” everyone stood silently for a moment at the comment. It was like he had become an embodiment of wrath as his aura was sparking around him making the air immediately around him look like a contained lightning storm. The bishop that had took control of the creature had started to chuckle when he was cut off by Conri’s arm swinging within inches of his face, covered in raw electricity. The bishop was silenced as the stare down between the beast and Conri continued, until the dragon lunged down in an attempt to eat the Half-Saiyan. Although for its sheer size the bishops had to move quite a distance away from him as the creature’s mouth came down around him. What he was sure that the dragon wasn’t expecting was for Conri to jump straight down its throat without giving it the opportunity to try chewing on him.
Instead, he was going to use it to fight off the chill of the planet and recover some of his strength by making a meal out of the insides of this monster. Well, he would if it was possible to get some meat off of it as he currently had nothing sharp on him to cut through the creature’s muscles. Thinking on what kind of weapon he would need to cut through it, he figured a normal sword would be all but useless against flesh like this given the proportions of their owner. A spear would do nicely, though the blade of that would have to be at least a few feet in length itself otherwise it wouldn’t reach far enough. That lead to the conclusion that the shaft itself would have to be as tall as he was and so would the blade itself. Would that make the weapon too unwieldy though? Maybe a Zweihander would work better in this situation, if it was made from the right metal and was thick enough to not snap. Holding his hand out to his side, he tried to imagine the blade he was thinking about, a sword about as tall as he was, with a blade maybe half a foot wide would be ideal.
While these thoughts were going through his head, his Ki was gathering into his hand while his mind was reshaping it into the form he was imagining. Before he could continue thinking, he felt the weight of something in his hand and when he looked down it was a great sword that was as tall as he was with a wide blade. Raising an eyebrow he wondered what had happened there again, at least for a few seconds before everything fell into place based off of what had happened earlier. To test his theory, he held out his left hand and imagined an axe that would be a good pairing to go with it. A simple design, but melee weapons weren’t that complex in their design compared to other items that might be possible to make. He wondered what else he could make, and he thought of trying to make a car, and held his hand out towards a space near him. Instead of a vehicle forming, a bunch of scrap metal was thrown into the dragon’s stomach acid and dissolved almost instantly.
“Okay, guess that means that I can’t make a car to drive,” then again, he didn’t know what all was involved with a car. Sure, he knew motorcycles, but they weren’t exactly the same there were plenty of differences. Especially when you tried to compare older vehicles to the newer stuff that was around, it was like night and day in how different everything was in their make. Then an idea dawned on him, if he couldn’t make a car then maybe he could make a motorcycle? He knew everything there was to know about motorcycles like his own, so maybe it would work better if he had an idea of what he was doing? That was something for later though, as right now he needed to get going with his plan, as he swung both weapons into the much softer flesh of the dragon’s insides. It took him several attempts to hack away a piece of meat for him to eat from the muscles, but it was going to be worth it when he saw the looks on the faces of everyone. With the meat in hand, he used a bit of his Ki to cook it through completely to make sure there weren’t some weird germs from it.
Chowing down, he could feel his body immediately feeling a hundred times better than it had just moments ago; it helped if one ate regularly. Not having anything to eat today also seemed to have an effect on his attitude as when he finished eating he was feeling a lot like his old self. “Note to self: eat something at the beginning of every day,” stretching out, he was ready to start things again now. This time he would give the dragon some indigestion for trying to eat him. Placing his hands over his head, he began to charge up a large amount of Ki preparing his Masenko to fire, but he made sure to charge it up enough to where it was much higher than normal. In fact, the power he was reaching was almost as strong as he had been in his Oozaru form and that was a creature of strength. The energy crackled violently in his hands as it struggled to get free from his control, but he had to do this just right so as to not cause an explosion that would throw stomach acid at him.
Things were never easy when it came to his plans, he wondered if it was just bad luck in general or if there was something else to it. Oh well, no point dwelling on that when there was work to be done, and he had to send a message to the Church of One. Angling the attack in such a way, he caused the stomach acid to start churning and leak from a hole that he had made in the stomach to cause the dragon to bellow in pain. Its digest acid much more concentrated than that of a human or most creatures for that matter, given what it could likely eat. He figured it would be strong enough to eat away at its own body as well, at least to an extent whether it actually could kill the beast or not he wouldn’t know. He wasn’t going to be sticking around long enough to find out just what was going to happen as he made his way back up the throat and jumped out of the mouth as the thing toppled over from the pain.
“So, show of hands, who here thought I was dead?” he asked, also annoyed that he was covered in saliva as he had exhausted his psychokinetic abilities today. So instead, he would need to focus on hand to hand along with Ki for fighting against the bishop that had brought that creature. Dropping the weapons and instead clenching his fists, this he wanted to make sure that they both felt fully and he enjoyed the more personal touch. After everything they did to him it was only right that he bring some pain to them in return with his own hands. Though he wanted to go after the other bishop himself, it seemed that Braden and he had started their own battle. Just watching them made him understand how outclassed Conri was in comparison, though that was only for now. This battle was stirring something within him, something that wanted to awaken to the world and let it be known that he would not be brushed aside like that.
“Hey, don’t go ignoring me, I have a present from the bishop of chemicals to share with you,” he snickers as he injected himself with something. Muscles bulged even under the robes that he wore, showing that whatever he had taken was some sort of drug. What it did, he had no idea and he didn’t care either, it would not save his opponent from the beating of a lifetime. Dashing forward he was met midway by the same bishop that couldn’t avoid the punch charged with his electrokinesis. It seemed whatever that drug was it enhanced his abilities several fold, which would make this an interesting battle. Throwing his fist towards the Bishop’s face, he was surprised to feel that the bones in his own hand were feeling intense pressure and pain. He could have sworn he heard them crack as well, but that seemed like it would be a bit farfetched. That was until he was punched in return with a bit of staggering force from the blow, the hit to the jaw almost dislocating the damned thing.
Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists tightly and entered into an exchange of blows with the bishop, ignoring the damage that was being done to them. Instead, he combined his punches with Ki blasts to add an extra bit of explosive power behind them to try damaging this bastard. Each blow was matched with a return fire from the other, the extra power of his punches started to have a cumulative effect on the bishop. The downside was that the Ki blasts were wrecking his hands and they would need a bit of time to heal after today, but if he succeeded then it would be worth the pain. His left eye had swollen as well, so it was getting harder to make each punch count, but he had adapted his depth perception as needed with split second alterations. It would normally be hard as hell to pull off, but when your opponent lacked battle experience for hand to hand combat, it became a bit easier.
The two combatants separated from each other for a moment taking the time to breathe, while they stared each other down. The one to make the next move and connect would be the one to win this little skirmish, which was what their battling had led to over the last few minutes. It was a now or never moment, but if one mistake was made it would be costly for whoever screwed up their attack. With a plan in mind, Conri didn’t hesitate to move first launching himself forward with the bishop moving to counter his attack. What the bishop didn’t realize was that the forward charge was a feint meant to feed the ego that had been growing with his abilities. When they were about to collide Conri switched his footing and went into a backwards movement, accelerating his reversal by firing a Ki wave from each hand. Conri Reversed the positions of his upper body and his lower body with his leg being directed into the chin of the bishop with a satisfying crunch.
After that exchange, the Half-Saiyan flopped onto the ground breathing heavily from the constant fighting and using energy he had been recently doing. It was only now that he stopped moving as well that the cold came rushing back into his body like a wave to chill his bones. There was talking no as well, not that he could make anything out exactly, but he knew that there were people talking now. Did that mean that he had lost the exchange despite landing that blow to his opponent?
A few moments had passed before his father came into his vision, bruised himself, but not to the extent that Conri had been either. If he was saying anything he couldn’t hear it, but he figured it meant that they had at least survived this encounter. When the bus came to pick them up, his hearing had cleared and Braden explained everything that happened, apparently he had made friends with that other Bishop. In the sense that the other one wanted to fight him now, which was just peachy, he already had the entire church as an enemy so there wasn’t much shock with that information.
When they returned to Alpha Prime, Conri headed towards the nearest medical treatment center to get some much needed treatment for a number of issues. He might even just get some sleep there while he was at it, he was tired enough right now. For today though, he would be fine with the progress he made in his abilities and the way he utilized his skills.
If he could fight in the final round with everything he had, then he would do that here as well regardless of how he was overmatched. As if to prove his point, his father only lowered his power to about sixty thousand, which meant that even unleashing his full power would not help much. It seemed that for all the good he did, it wasn’t quite good enough and even when he understood he had room to grow despite being crowned champion of the tournament. Conri had grown tired of trying to live up to expectations a while ago, so he was just going to be going full throttle from the beginning. It was just a shame that he had lost his tail during that last round; otherwise he’d have turned Oozaru and fought. Shaking his head, that was a bad thought, it meant he had already started to become dependent on the transformation for its power. The only thing that he could do was to push forward with what he had and reach deep down to find a source of his own strength. If anything, he knew he could at least be creative and design a technique for a variety of situations, which would help him here for sure.
The two opposing powers began to crash against each other, causing small fissures where they met and creating pressure waves that pushed through the air around them. The icy planet was not only devoid of most life except for whatever could survive, but it was also an environment that would eat away at their stamina. The frigid weather was a harsh one that would be adding to the difficulty of the battle that was about to take place here, with both combatants staring each other down. There was no sound or event to set them off at each other, the area around them just exploded into a cloud of ice as they started their battle. Fist collided with an unrelenting fury, though Conri was the weaker, his fists still retained the power to almost match his father’s currently. The fact that he wasn’t being knocked around like a ragdoll was a sign of that very thing and he was going to take as much advantage of the fact as he could in this ‘training’. The main difference between them was more their speed, as his father focused more on that than other physical aspects, it was something he had learned through their years of fighting.
So, he had to come up with a means to stop that speed if he wanted to get anywhere in this new fight of theirs. He did have an idea as well, one that would require a bit of work to try and get together, especially since he had no way of really acquiring the one component he needed. He needed to stop his movements and with their being a forest nearby, it provided the perfect terrain for his idea. Heading in that direction, it was hard to stay on course with his father being superior in speed to him, but every movement he made to avoid a strike while focusing solely on evasion was calculated. He would retreat or advance as the situation called for, making sure that each movement was for the purpose of reaching that forest. He would not make any other offensive movement until that was done first, and in the meantime, he was coming up with a means to trap his father’s legs. If he had some sort of malleable rope or string with high tensile strength behind it, then he could make a trap.
It couldn’t be just any rope either; it had to be invisible so that there was no way he could find it before the trap was sprung. Well, even if he could, as long as it was invisible then it could be worked with into an even bigger scheme. While his mind was thinking of this, his body was reacting to his thoughts, utilizing his Ki along with his psychokinetic ability to create what was in his thoughts as of now. Creating an invisible rope around his hands, it begins to reduce in size to fit for the trap that is going through his mind. His body adapted the technique as he thought it through, something that was small, had high tensile strength, was invisible, and could be molded into a variety of different ways for each situation. Its primary purpose as of now would be to act as a simple multipurpose rope, whether it would be a grapple hook or as a net, mostly used for its strength against pressure.
Having entered the forest, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath; the other downside to the icy planet was that it ate away at stamina. It was then that he noticed that he was holding something in his hand, and that he couldn’t see it at all, just what had happened? Unfortunately, he didn’t get a lot of time to think about it as his father was already attacking once more, a missile dropkick to his side sending him flying further into the forest. When he stopped, he decided to test this little item in his hand by attaching it to a tree nearby and pulling the thing tight to create a trip wire as his father rushed at him. While it did managed to trip him up, one wire clearly wasn’t enough to make that much of a difference he learned as his back hit a tree. Coughing up as the air rushed from his lungs for that last hit, he would need to work on making a trap while he fought, which meant his psychokinesis was about to be getting an extreme workout. He focused his mind to move the wire around the forest to create a viable trap to contain his father, one that would need to be more complex.
In the meantime, he dashed forward to meet head to head in battle, and exchange of fists occurred between the human and Half-Saiyan. Each clash between fist and body caused a reverberation throughout the surrounding area, shaking snow free from trees. Unfortunately, with a direct confrontation combined with the hits he had taken earlier was seeing Conri get pushed back more this time. He hadn’t actually gotten his breath back so it was hard to continue his attacks for extended periods of time. His lungs felt like they were on fire due to the lack of oxygen they had received within this short amount of time, and so he had to carefully bring in more to steady his body. The trap was only a third of the way finished after that last exchange as well, which meant it was going to take a lot more for him to get it completed. Exhaling sharply through his nose, he cleared the blood that had been gathering in his nostril allowing him to breathe a bit more freely.
“Is that really all you have? I guess becoming the champion really has gotten to your head, huh? You can’t even fight as well as you used to and that wasn’t all that great either,” his father’s taunts were like sharp blades aimed at weak points in his psyche. The jerk always did know how to push his buttons, they hadn’t always been this bad with each other, but he supposed he knew the source of the change. However, Conri had changed since then as well and it was time to show the new him, keeping his mind focused on the current task he rushed forward throwing a flurry of jabs at his father’s face. The attacks were mostly parried, but there were enough to get through for his immediate strategy to pay off as he brought his right leg forward and shoved it hard into his opponent’s chest. That was the one thing he had learned from this already, he was no longer just fighting his father, rather he was fighting an opponent. Possibly in a battle that could risk his life, he wasn’t going to be stupid or reckless like he had been before the battles on Alpha Prime.
The trap was almost finished and it was time to draw Braden to it, and let him see what it meant to underestimate Conri. As he skidded back, Conri’s arms shot up to fire a few Ki blasts at the surrounding trees and dirt to kick up a small cloud to blind his opponent. Then he took off in the opposite direction of his opponent, moving as quickly as he could before Braden could recover and come after him. When his opponent began to follow him is when he became caught in the trap, when he passed the first set of trees Conri fired off two blasts to let a section fall the top aiming for his father but the middle was being pulled in a different direction. Braden hadn’t caught onto that and had instead moved into the space between the falling part and another tree, which was then blasted at be the Half-Saiyan as well. What was between those trees was an invisible net that would wrap around the Human and trap him for at least a few moments for Conri to do something.
Which was exactly what he was going to do as he charged up a Masenko in his hands, letting the energy build until he knew it would do some decent damage before firing it. The beam of energy collided with Braden and slammed him down into the ground, but due to the sheer power it also ripped apart the invisible rope that had been binding him. There was also a rather extensive amount of collateral damage done to the forest around them, it wasn’t likely that he could pull off that trap a second time, which was good in a way as his mind was feeling strained anyways. He would have to take the time to train more with his psychic abilities to learn how to use them better and not strain himself so much. Now wasn’t the time for that as he was still in the middle of a battle, though now he had a bit of an advantage against Braden thanks to that last attack. It was time to prepare for the full on assault that he was going to unleash, dropping to the ground he released the psychokinetic flight and took his fighting stance across the cleared opening in the trees.
“Heh, so you have grown into a bit more formidable of a fighter, then you shouldn’t have trouble dealing with what I’m about to throw at you next,” his words gave the message that he was going to break his own stipulation of the battle. However, before he could do that there was a sound from behind Braden, as both men turned to see two people standing there rather casually. Conri recognized the one almost immediately and triggered a rage in him that he had not experienced in a long time, to the point that he instantly lunged for that person only to be stopped by Braden. Although even at that point his father had powered up to his full base, which was an incredible power compared to Conri, it showed how much the Half-Saiyan needed to grow in power. There was no way he could truly fight head on with his father at full power, but that was a thought that was shunted to the back of his mind.
“Don’t, that one is a lot stronger than you are, I’ll take him on,” the hushed whisper heard only between father and son. Of course, Conri was not in the mood for that and elbowed his father to rush the bishop from the Church of One that he had been looking for all these years. Granted with rushing in like that he didn’t see that the bishop next to the other had summoned a rather large creature to play with the Half-Saiyan. The ice-colored scales were hard to miss, given that the scales were almost as large as he was in size and belonged to a wingless dragon that towered even higher than an Oozaru at its highest point. Despite the size difference between them, Conri looked at the beast as if it were nothing but an annoyance, not giving any semblance of fear in the way he treated it.
“Get out of my way, you oversized gecko, before I make you a smear stain on the ground,” everyone stood silently for a moment at the comment. It was like he had become an embodiment of wrath as his aura was sparking around him making the air immediately around him look like a contained lightning storm. The bishop that had took control of the creature had started to chuckle when he was cut off by Conri’s arm swinging within inches of his face, covered in raw electricity. The bishop was silenced as the stare down between the beast and Conri continued, until the dragon lunged down in an attempt to eat the Half-Saiyan. Although for its sheer size the bishops had to move quite a distance away from him as the creature’s mouth came down around him. What he was sure that the dragon wasn’t expecting was for Conri to jump straight down its throat without giving it the opportunity to try chewing on him.
Instead, he was going to use it to fight off the chill of the planet and recover some of his strength by making a meal out of the insides of this monster. Well, he would if it was possible to get some meat off of it as he currently had nothing sharp on him to cut through the creature’s muscles. Thinking on what kind of weapon he would need to cut through it, he figured a normal sword would be all but useless against flesh like this given the proportions of their owner. A spear would do nicely, though the blade of that would have to be at least a few feet in length itself otherwise it wouldn’t reach far enough. That lead to the conclusion that the shaft itself would have to be as tall as he was and so would the blade itself. Would that make the weapon too unwieldy though? Maybe a Zweihander would work better in this situation, if it was made from the right metal and was thick enough to not snap. Holding his hand out to his side, he tried to imagine the blade he was thinking about, a sword about as tall as he was, with a blade maybe half a foot wide would be ideal.
While these thoughts were going through his head, his Ki was gathering into his hand while his mind was reshaping it into the form he was imagining. Before he could continue thinking, he felt the weight of something in his hand and when he looked down it was a great sword that was as tall as he was with a wide blade. Raising an eyebrow he wondered what had happened there again, at least for a few seconds before everything fell into place based off of what had happened earlier. To test his theory, he held out his left hand and imagined an axe that would be a good pairing to go with it. A simple design, but melee weapons weren’t that complex in their design compared to other items that might be possible to make. He wondered what else he could make, and he thought of trying to make a car, and held his hand out towards a space near him. Instead of a vehicle forming, a bunch of scrap metal was thrown into the dragon’s stomach acid and dissolved almost instantly.
“Okay, guess that means that I can’t make a car to drive,” then again, he didn’t know what all was involved with a car. Sure, he knew motorcycles, but they weren’t exactly the same there were plenty of differences. Especially when you tried to compare older vehicles to the newer stuff that was around, it was like night and day in how different everything was in their make. Then an idea dawned on him, if he couldn’t make a car then maybe he could make a motorcycle? He knew everything there was to know about motorcycles like his own, so maybe it would work better if he had an idea of what he was doing? That was something for later though, as right now he needed to get going with his plan, as he swung both weapons into the much softer flesh of the dragon’s insides. It took him several attempts to hack away a piece of meat for him to eat from the muscles, but it was going to be worth it when he saw the looks on the faces of everyone. With the meat in hand, he used a bit of his Ki to cook it through completely to make sure there weren’t some weird germs from it.
Chowing down, he could feel his body immediately feeling a hundred times better than it had just moments ago; it helped if one ate regularly. Not having anything to eat today also seemed to have an effect on his attitude as when he finished eating he was feeling a lot like his old self. “Note to self: eat something at the beginning of every day,” stretching out, he was ready to start things again now. This time he would give the dragon some indigestion for trying to eat him. Placing his hands over his head, he began to charge up a large amount of Ki preparing his Masenko to fire, but he made sure to charge it up enough to where it was much higher than normal. In fact, the power he was reaching was almost as strong as he had been in his Oozaru form and that was a creature of strength. The energy crackled violently in his hands as it struggled to get free from his control, but he had to do this just right so as to not cause an explosion that would throw stomach acid at him.
Things were never easy when it came to his plans, he wondered if it was just bad luck in general or if there was something else to it. Oh well, no point dwelling on that when there was work to be done, and he had to send a message to the Church of One. Angling the attack in such a way, he caused the stomach acid to start churning and leak from a hole that he had made in the stomach to cause the dragon to bellow in pain. Its digest acid much more concentrated than that of a human or most creatures for that matter, given what it could likely eat. He figured it would be strong enough to eat away at its own body as well, at least to an extent whether it actually could kill the beast or not he wouldn’t know. He wasn’t going to be sticking around long enough to find out just what was going to happen as he made his way back up the throat and jumped out of the mouth as the thing toppled over from the pain.
“So, show of hands, who here thought I was dead?” he asked, also annoyed that he was covered in saliva as he had exhausted his psychokinetic abilities today. So instead, he would need to focus on hand to hand along with Ki for fighting against the bishop that had brought that creature. Dropping the weapons and instead clenching his fists, this he wanted to make sure that they both felt fully and he enjoyed the more personal touch. After everything they did to him it was only right that he bring some pain to them in return with his own hands. Though he wanted to go after the other bishop himself, it seemed that Braden and he had started their own battle. Just watching them made him understand how outclassed Conri was in comparison, though that was only for now. This battle was stirring something within him, something that wanted to awaken to the world and let it be known that he would not be brushed aside like that.
“Hey, don’t go ignoring me, I have a present from the bishop of chemicals to share with you,” he snickers as he injected himself with something. Muscles bulged even under the robes that he wore, showing that whatever he had taken was some sort of drug. What it did, he had no idea and he didn’t care either, it would not save his opponent from the beating of a lifetime. Dashing forward he was met midway by the same bishop that couldn’t avoid the punch charged with his electrokinesis. It seemed whatever that drug was it enhanced his abilities several fold, which would make this an interesting battle. Throwing his fist towards the Bishop’s face, he was surprised to feel that the bones in his own hand were feeling intense pressure and pain. He could have sworn he heard them crack as well, but that seemed like it would be a bit farfetched. That was until he was punched in return with a bit of staggering force from the blow, the hit to the jaw almost dislocating the damned thing.
Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists tightly and entered into an exchange of blows with the bishop, ignoring the damage that was being done to them. Instead, he combined his punches with Ki blasts to add an extra bit of explosive power behind them to try damaging this bastard. Each blow was matched with a return fire from the other, the extra power of his punches started to have a cumulative effect on the bishop. The downside was that the Ki blasts were wrecking his hands and they would need a bit of time to heal after today, but if he succeeded then it would be worth the pain. His left eye had swollen as well, so it was getting harder to make each punch count, but he had adapted his depth perception as needed with split second alterations. It would normally be hard as hell to pull off, but when your opponent lacked battle experience for hand to hand combat, it became a bit easier.
The two combatants separated from each other for a moment taking the time to breathe, while they stared each other down. The one to make the next move and connect would be the one to win this little skirmish, which was what their battling had led to over the last few minutes. It was a now or never moment, but if one mistake was made it would be costly for whoever screwed up their attack. With a plan in mind, Conri didn’t hesitate to move first launching himself forward with the bishop moving to counter his attack. What the bishop didn’t realize was that the forward charge was a feint meant to feed the ego that had been growing with his abilities. When they were about to collide Conri switched his footing and went into a backwards movement, accelerating his reversal by firing a Ki wave from each hand. Conri Reversed the positions of his upper body and his lower body with his leg being directed into the chin of the bishop with a satisfying crunch.
After that exchange, the Half-Saiyan flopped onto the ground breathing heavily from the constant fighting and using energy he had been recently doing. It was only now that he stopped moving as well that the cold came rushing back into his body like a wave to chill his bones. There was talking no as well, not that he could make anything out exactly, but he knew that there were people talking now. Did that mean that he had lost the exchange despite landing that blow to his opponent?
A few moments had passed before his father came into his vision, bruised himself, but not to the extent that Conri had been either. If he was saying anything he couldn’t hear it, but he figured it meant that they had at least survived this encounter. When the bus came to pick them up, his hearing had cleared and Braden explained everything that happened, apparently he had made friends with that other Bishop. In the sense that the other one wanted to fight him now, which was just peachy, he already had the entire church as an enemy so there wasn’t much shock with that information.
When they returned to Alpha Prime, Conri headed towards the nearest medical treatment center to get some much needed treatment for a number of issues. He might even just get some sleep there while he was at it, he was tired enough right now. For today though, he would be fine with the progress he made in his abilities and the way he utilized his skills.
(PL Please)
[Techs to learn:
Item Materialization: The ability to create items from the matter around him, although he cannot make things that he doesn't have a lot of knowledge about, so he needs to learn about what it is he wants to create. Simple things like weapons or everyday items can be made. The more complex things he will need to study in order to be able to make them.
Spider silk: Utilizing a combination of his Ki and Psychokinesis, Conri has developed a nigh-invisible rope that has a high tensile strength, to use for a variety of things. Whether it be setting up traps or anything that might need to be tied down.]
