Post by Leke Hattori on Jun 9, 2013 23:57:51 GMT -5
Leke strode through the halls with a certain pep in his step. Today he had no work to do, no important task to be performed, so today, he would train. It had been many weeks since this Royal battle-suitted teenage Saiyan had trained personally with his brother or sister. They trained him to exhaustion and beyond; that is what Leke liked. To be pushed to his limits and past them, because to get better, you have to be better. Learning what his limits were and lifting them up strengthened not only his body but his mind. He could understand his body more as his body grew stronger, learned what it could and could not do. However, training with a punching bag can only do so much. Since his siblings were not available, he would have to use some guards.
The palace guards were strong in their own rights. They were not top-class Saiyans, but they were not bottom rabble, either. Leke thought that he could probably take on two if he used a little effort. Three would give him a bit of a challenge. Blindfolded? Now that would be interesting. That is the challenge he set himself up for today. Going to the palace barracks, Leke found the first three men he could find that were suited up. They looked to be a strong bunch. He grinned ear-to-ear as he explained to them their tasks.
"You three are to come with me. You will fight me and use whatever non-lethal means you have to defeat me. If you three succeed, I will promote you all and grant you higher pay." This appealed to them greatly, so they came along gladly. The promotions would not be necessary, as Leke knew he would win, but it was to motivate them to push Leke, to not go easy on him. If they did, their lives could be on the line. Leke did not know how to take it easy. The armor-clad teenager led the three hairy and battle-ready soldiers to a large training room in the palace. It was about the size of a few football fields in area - plenty of room to run, fly, and jump in.
Facing the three of them, who all looked to be almost six feet and over two hundred pounds of pure muscle each, Leke put a piece of red cloth around his eyes. It disabled his vision, relying only on his advanced ki sensing to show him how to fight. He could tell that the three men were unsure of this as soon as he placed the blindfold on. Leke smiled and then flashed forward, punching one of them in the gut. Immediately, the man keeled over in pain and lack of air.
"There. Now, fight me," the confident teenager said before leaping backwards. The two other Saiyans waited for the third to get up before taking on the youngest Royal blood Saiyan. They each said to themselves that they had to go almost all-out, even though this was His Majesty's son. If they won, they could get high promotions.. If they lost, they could be stripped of their rank.
Once all three were ready, Leke could sense that they fanned out. Each had fairly similar power levels, all of which were smaller than his own. He took a neutral stance - wide, but arms and legs ready to go in any direction in case of an attack from any direction. He felt nothing but exhilarating excitement from battling. His blood pumped violently through his veins as he formulated a plan to counter attack almost any possible moves they could make.
And so he waited for them to make the first move...
The palace guards were strong in their own rights. They were not top-class Saiyans, but they were not bottom rabble, either. Leke thought that he could probably take on two if he used a little effort. Three would give him a bit of a challenge. Blindfolded? Now that would be interesting. That is the challenge he set himself up for today. Going to the palace barracks, Leke found the first three men he could find that were suited up. They looked to be a strong bunch. He grinned ear-to-ear as he explained to them their tasks.
"You three are to come with me. You will fight me and use whatever non-lethal means you have to defeat me. If you three succeed, I will promote you all and grant you higher pay." This appealed to them greatly, so they came along gladly. The promotions would not be necessary, as Leke knew he would win, but it was to motivate them to push Leke, to not go easy on him. If they did, their lives could be on the line. Leke did not know how to take it easy. The armor-clad teenager led the three hairy and battle-ready soldiers to a large training room in the palace. It was about the size of a few football fields in area - plenty of room to run, fly, and jump in.
Facing the three of them, who all looked to be almost six feet and over two hundred pounds of pure muscle each, Leke put a piece of red cloth around his eyes. It disabled his vision, relying only on his advanced ki sensing to show him how to fight. He could tell that the three men were unsure of this as soon as he placed the blindfold on. Leke smiled and then flashed forward, punching one of them in the gut. Immediately, the man keeled over in pain and lack of air.
"There. Now, fight me," the confident teenager said before leaping backwards. The two other Saiyans waited for the third to get up before taking on the youngest Royal blood Saiyan. They each said to themselves that they had to go almost all-out, even though this was His Majesty's son. If they won, they could get high promotions.. If they lost, they could be stripped of their rank.
Once all three were ready, Leke could sense that they fanned out. Each had fairly similar power levels, all of which were smaller than his own. He took a neutral stance - wide, but arms and legs ready to go in any direction in case of an attack from any direction. He felt nothing but exhilarating excitement from battling. His blood pumped violently through his veins as he formulated a plan to counter attack almost any possible moves they could make.
And so he waited for them to make the first move...