Post by Celeh on Jun 12, 2013 21:26:17 GMT -5
(OOC: Set after the thread "Blood" where Celeh got her orders to be Akassa's bodyguard and her orders to fight in the Galactic tournament on behalf of the Saiyan race.)
Celeh stood in the place most familiar to her. It was a place where she'd spent most of her life. When she wasn't on a mission or sleeping she'd been here. Now this was her mission. She stood silent and alone in her favorite training spot. It was the abandoned ruins of a building whose purpose was long since forgotten. But the piles of rubble and hunks of metal that had been its structure and framework made perfect targets and obstacles for training when one was alone. She knew she'd have to train with the Princess in the future. As her job as a bodyguard gave her an obligation to ensure the Princess was strong, it also extended to her participation in the tournament. She had to make sure Akassa was strong enough to win. It would look poorly on her efforts as a guard if she didn't help Akassa become stronger. But in order to do that and ensure their success, she first had to become stronger herself. The Princess had a great deal of strength on her own. To force her to new heights Celeh would have to reach for new heights herself.
She already had notable speed, especially with the after image technique at her disposal, so now she wanted to focus on getting tougher and stronger. At the center of the rubble there was a single, tall metal beam that jutted up from the ground. She climbed to the top of the center pile and faced the beam. For a Saiyan, pain was a way of life. But today Celeh would have to make herself hurt. She'd have to push far beyond what her physical body could take. She decided to use none of her energy for this and rely entirely on determination, grit, and physical strength.
She took her stance and began. One punch at a time, putting all her body's strength into each punch. She started with the left hand, each fist landing flat on the metal, not trying to break her knuckles or her wrist. Each impact jarred the beam even though it was so large and lodged in the ground beneath a pile of concrete and re-bar. She winced as her knuckles popped and cracked, though they didn't break. She clenched her fist tighter from the pain and kept on swinging one left punch at a time. Each punch was a single step forward and a straight jab with her body's weight and full strength behind it. The metal beam rang out a high pitched hum from each impact, but only for a brief moment. She felt her fingers and wrist going numb after the fifteenth or sixteenth punch. She closed her eyes and imagined a foe far stronger than herself. With their body hardened and toned from countless fights. This would be what punching them would feel like. Tougher than steel and twice as rigid. Her left shoulder ached from the jarring that each punch sent up her arm. She was grunting each time she threw a punch now. Her bones might be bruised, particularly her shoulder and wrist joints. But she couldn't stop. She decided to give her left arm a rest and switched her stance, now starting with the right arm.
The numbness of her left hand had almost made her forget what her cracking knuckles felt like...but her fresh right hand quickly reminded her at that first blow. The metal beam now had visible dents in it, her punches making visible damage on the hardened steel, though the damage was minimal. She knew if she put any energy into her punches she'd bend the beam in half with one strike, but that wasn't her goal here. If she could use her body alone to reach that same effect, her energy would be that much more efficient in amplifying her physical strikes when it counted. Or at least that was her mindset. And so she kept on. Her right hand slowly went through the same process as her left, her wrist and shoulder aching as her hand itself began to go numb. It got to the point where she could barely make a fist with either hand.
She hadn't really bent the beam yet, so she couldn't stop. The minor dents were starting to add up, but she couldn't call it quits until the beam was at least at a forty-five degree angle. And so she resolved to do the same training with her kicks. But this time she'd practice forward heel thrusts and sweeping high kicks. This would give her shins and heels time to rest as she focused the impacts on one or the other. So she started with her left leg doing the heel kicks, shoving her foot straight forward as she leaned back and kicked the beam with her heel. Each time she reset her stance and kicked again with her left leg. Her ankle and knee ached after only a few kicks. She wasn't sure if this was because her legs were stronger so the impact was greater or that her legs were weaker so they couldn't take as much punishment. Either way, she didn't stop.
By the twentieth heel kick it became clear that her legs were stronger than her arms. The beam had bent several more degrees from the focused attacks on that one point with just the heel kicks of her left leg than all her punches with both arms combined. She'd managed twenty eight punches with her left arm and twenty seven with her right. Now she'd gotten twenty-nine heel kicks with her left leg. She couldn't stand flat footed now, as her heel was too sore, but her ankle was also sore, so standing on the balls of her feet was difficult, too. If not for her left ankle being half numb now she probably wouldn't have been able to stand on it at all. But she persisted and switched her stance, holding her weight on that weakened leg while she did heel kicks with her right leg now.
Sweat was pouring from her by this point and she grunted from pain in her arms and left leg with each movement, the sound of the ringing metal echoing in the saiyan female's mind with each strike she landed against the hardened steel. It was practically taunting her at this point. She'd battered and bruised her body already and yet it still stood taller than she did. She gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain, but her overzealousness caused her to push off the beam on her next kick and sent her toppling down the pile of rubble. She flipped and rolled along the broke concrete chunks, getting cuts and more bruises along her arms and legs in addition to bloodying her own nose when she smacked her face on the ground upon hitting the bottom of the pile. She wiped the blood from her nose with her left arm, slowly, growling in frustration and pain as she shakily got to her feet. Twenty-nine with the left leg and twenty-two with the right. She had to finish out strong. She worked her way back to the top, stumbling and crawling back up the pile. She ripped the tops off of some of the concrete chunks or punched them into powder in her frustrations as she made it to the top. Her knuckles were raw and bloodied even beneath her gloves. She stood upright, arms hanging freely at her side as her feet moved into their widened stance and she began the home stretch of her physical training. She kicked in a wide arc, using her full rotation to build momentum for each high kick. Her shin collided with the metal again and again. She'd started with her right leg instead of her left this time, pushing through the pain. It was her punishment for herself for only getting twenty-two heel kicks with her right leg before falling. She kept going, the edges of the bent steel cutting into her shin in two spots, one close to her ankle and the other close to her knee.
Her body was aching all over, but she didn't give in. She knew deep down that her fights in the tournament would all be at least this hard, maybe even more so. Giving up now was unacceptable. She was a Saiyan soldier. There was only death or victory. Ten, eleven, twelve...she pressed on despite blood dripping from her knuckles and her right shin. She could barely move her arms, and her legs were swiftly approaching that state. Nothing broke, but still beaten and battered. But she gave a smirk as she noticed...the beam was now close enough that she was almost eye level with the bottom of the bent part of the beam. If she was standing directly under it she'd have to duck slightly. But this wasn't enough. She still had side kicks to do on her left leg, and at least another fifteen on her right. So she pressed on even further...sixteen, seventeen...taking deep breaths before each kick and grunting at every impact.
She'd lost most of the feeling in her right leg when she hit twenty-four. And she couldn't manage the strength to do an actual kick at that point, so she switched her stance, barely able to maintain a standing position at all, and shakily began the side kicks with her left leg. She had to believe that the others were training this hard. Even Royals didn't have 'easy' training, did they? That sort of thinking would destroy the high regards she had for them, so she snuffed out that thought as the familiar ringing of metal echoed in her ear with her next kick.
But she found herself forgetting how many kicks she'd counted. And she hadn't even realized that she'd dropped to her knee two or three times since trying to stand on her right leg. She shook her head and wiped sweat from her brow again, just brushing her forehead against her shoulder in a haphazard attempt to do so. She winced and groaned loudly as she forced her right leg to straighten up, pulling herself to her feet by grabbing the metal beam with her both hands. She nearly slipped after losing her grip, falling forward and hugging the beam. "AAAAUuuuuurrrrrggghhhh!!" She shouted in anger, pushing herself to stand once again. Just a few more kicks, then she'd fly home. Her energy wasn't gimped since she hadn't used it up. She wasn't exhausted. Just beaten. But she wasn't done. Knuckles and shins bloodied, nose dripping that same crimson essence, Celeh finished the last five kicks before flopping forward and sliding down the beam with her back against it. Maybe she'd just rest here for now. She passed out.
Celeh stood in the place most familiar to her. It was a place where she'd spent most of her life. When she wasn't on a mission or sleeping she'd been here. Now this was her mission. She stood silent and alone in her favorite training spot. It was the abandoned ruins of a building whose purpose was long since forgotten. But the piles of rubble and hunks of metal that had been its structure and framework made perfect targets and obstacles for training when one was alone. She knew she'd have to train with the Princess in the future. As her job as a bodyguard gave her an obligation to ensure the Princess was strong, it also extended to her participation in the tournament. She had to make sure Akassa was strong enough to win. It would look poorly on her efforts as a guard if she didn't help Akassa become stronger. But in order to do that and ensure their success, she first had to become stronger herself. The Princess had a great deal of strength on her own. To force her to new heights Celeh would have to reach for new heights herself.
She already had notable speed, especially with the after image technique at her disposal, so now she wanted to focus on getting tougher and stronger. At the center of the rubble there was a single, tall metal beam that jutted up from the ground. She climbed to the top of the center pile and faced the beam. For a Saiyan, pain was a way of life. But today Celeh would have to make herself hurt. She'd have to push far beyond what her physical body could take. She decided to use none of her energy for this and rely entirely on determination, grit, and physical strength.
She took her stance and began. One punch at a time, putting all her body's strength into each punch. She started with the left hand, each fist landing flat on the metal, not trying to break her knuckles or her wrist. Each impact jarred the beam even though it was so large and lodged in the ground beneath a pile of concrete and re-bar. She winced as her knuckles popped and cracked, though they didn't break. She clenched her fist tighter from the pain and kept on swinging one left punch at a time. Each punch was a single step forward and a straight jab with her body's weight and full strength behind it. The metal beam rang out a high pitched hum from each impact, but only for a brief moment. She felt her fingers and wrist going numb after the fifteenth or sixteenth punch. She closed her eyes and imagined a foe far stronger than herself. With their body hardened and toned from countless fights. This would be what punching them would feel like. Tougher than steel and twice as rigid. Her left shoulder ached from the jarring that each punch sent up her arm. She was grunting each time she threw a punch now. Her bones might be bruised, particularly her shoulder and wrist joints. But she couldn't stop. She decided to give her left arm a rest and switched her stance, now starting with the right arm.
The numbness of her left hand had almost made her forget what her cracking knuckles felt like...but her fresh right hand quickly reminded her at that first blow. The metal beam now had visible dents in it, her punches making visible damage on the hardened steel, though the damage was minimal. She knew if she put any energy into her punches she'd bend the beam in half with one strike, but that wasn't her goal here. If she could use her body alone to reach that same effect, her energy would be that much more efficient in amplifying her physical strikes when it counted. Or at least that was her mindset. And so she kept on. Her right hand slowly went through the same process as her left, her wrist and shoulder aching as her hand itself began to go numb. It got to the point where she could barely make a fist with either hand.
She hadn't really bent the beam yet, so she couldn't stop. The minor dents were starting to add up, but she couldn't call it quits until the beam was at least at a forty-five degree angle. And so she resolved to do the same training with her kicks. But this time she'd practice forward heel thrusts and sweeping high kicks. This would give her shins and heels time to rest as she focused the impacts on one or the other. So she started with her left leg doing the heel kicks, shoving her foot straight forward as she leaned back and kicked the beam with her heel. Each time she reset her stance and kicked again with her left leg. Her ankle and knee ached after only a few kicks. She wasn't sure if this was because her legs were stronger so the impact was greater or that her legs were weaker so they couldn't take as much punishment. Either way, she didn't stop.
By the twentieth heel kick it became clear that her legs were stronger than her arms. The beam had bent several more degrees from the focused attacks on that one point with just the heel kicks of her left leg than all her punches with both arms combined. She'd managed twenty eight punches with her left arm and twenty seven with her right. Now she'd gotten twenty-nine heel kicks with her left leg. She couldn't stand flat footed now, as her heel was too sore, but her ankle was also sore, so standing on the balls of her feet was difficult, too. If not for her left ankle being half numb now she probably wouldn't have been able to stand on it at all. But she persisted and switched her stance, holding her weight on that weakened leg while she did heel kicks with her right leg now.
Sweat was pouring from her by this point and she grunted from pain in her arms and left leg with each movement, the sound of the ringing metal echoing in the saiyan female's mind with each strike she landed against the hardened steel. It was practically taunting her at this point. She'd battered and bruised her body already and yet it still stood taller than she did. She gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain, but her overzealousness caused her to push off the beam on her next kick and sent her toppling down the pile of rubble. She flipped and rolled along the broke concrete chunks, getting cuts and more bruises along her arms and legs in addition to bloodying her own nose when she smacked her face on the ground upon hitting the bottom of the pile. She wiped the blood from her nose with her left arm, slowly, growling in frustration and pain as she shakily got to her feet. Twenty-nine with the left leg and twenty-two with the right. She had to finish out strong. She worked her way back to the top, stumbling and crawling back up the pile. She ripped the tops off of some of the concrete chunks or punched them into powder in her frustrations as she made it to the top. Her knuckles were raw and bloodied even beneath her gloves. She stood upright, arms hanging freely at her side as her feet moved into their widened stance and she began the home stretch of her physical training. She kicked in a wide arc, using her full rotation to build momentum for each high kick. Her shin collided with the metal again and again. She'd started with her right leg instead of her left this time, pushing through the pain. It was her punishment for herself for only getting twenty-two heel kicks with her right leg before falling. She kept going, the edges of the bent steel cutting into her shin in two spots, one close to her ankle and the other close to her knee.
Her body was aching all over, but she didn't give in. She knew deep down that her fights in the tournament would all be at least this hard, maybe even more so. Giving up now was unacceptable. She was a Saiyan soldier. There was only death or victory. Ten, eleven, twelve...she pressed on despite blood dripping from her knuckles and her right shin. She could barely move her arms, and her legs were swiftly approaching that state. Nothing broke, but still beaten and battered. But she gave a smirk as she noticed...the beam was now close enough that she was almost eye level with the bottom of the bent part of the beam. If she was standing directly under it she'd have to duck slightly. But this wasn't enough. She still had side kicks to do on her left leg, and at least another fifteen on her right. So she pressed on even further...sixteen, seventeen...taking deep breaths before each kick and grunting at every impact.
She'd lost most of the feeling in her right leg when she hit twenty-four. And she couldn't manage the strength to do an actual kick at that point, so she switched her stance, barely able to maintain a standing position at all, and shakily began the side kicks with her left leg. She had to believe that the others were training this hard. Even Royals didn't have 'easy' training, did they? That sort of thinking would destroy the high regards she had for them, so she snuffed out that thought as the familiar ringing of metal echoed in her ear with her next kick.
But she found herself forgetting how many kicks she'd counted. And she hadn't even realized that she'd dropped to her knee two or three times since trying to stand on her right leg. She shook her head and wiped sweat from her brow again, just brushing her forehead against her shoulder in a haphazard attempt to do so. She winced and groaned loudly as she forced her right leg to straighten up, pulling herself to her feet by grabbing the metal beam with her both hands. She nearly slipped after losing her grip, falling forward and hugging the beam. "AAAAUuuuuurrrrrggghhhh!!" She shouted in anger, pushing herself to stand once again. Just a few more kicks, then she'd fly home. Her energy wasn't gimped since she hadn't used it up. She wasn't exhausted. Just beaten. But she wasn't done. Knuckles and shins bloodied, nose dripping that same crimson essence, Celeh finished the last five kicks before flopping forward and sliding down the beam with her back against it. Maybe she'd just rest here for now. She passed out.