Oct 1, 2023 22:43:03 GMT -5
Post by Arctic on Oct 1, 2023 22:43:03 GMT -5
"Where is the Dragon Ball?"
Arctic could've help but stare at his opponent coldly. In this case it was a tall, strong looking Namekian warrior. What had brought him to Namek was the slaughter of another village full of Namekian's that weren't going to give up the location of another Dragon Ball. These Namekian's were strong within their will power. They weren't willing to give up the Dragon Ball even when their own lives had been at stake. It was a very brave and foolish thing for them to do but it was rather respectable. If Arctic could get his troops to have this level of resilience and loyalty, he'd be much better off but he knew that would never be the case. They wouldn't give their lives so willingly for him like these Namekians would. It was a shame, but it was just a simple fact of life. Though most of the Namekian's weren't lining up to be slaughtered, today Arctic had met his first warrior type. One that had simply had enough of what he was doing and wanting to put a stop to him. While it was admirable, it was utterly pointless. This nameless Namekian couldn't hold a candle to Arctic's power.
"You're never going to find them all, this ends here and now. You won't slaughter anymore of my people, and when I'm done with you, I'll remove all your soldiers from this planet and bring Namek to freedom once more!"
Of course this Namekian was confident. The truth was he had been training to free his homeworld for so long. Hiding away from the soldiers and the scouts, preparing to take the fight to them in order to free his people. He was aiming to be a true hero of Namek, Though it was unfortunate that his dreams wouldn't ever come true. The Namekian may have been confident, but he truly felt like he had a shot. He wanted to wait a little longer but the rate of which his people were dying had been increased dramatically since Arctic's arrival and he couldn't stand it any longer. Something had to be done and he felt as if he were the only one who stood even the slightest bit of a chance. He had to try, for there was nobody else on this planet that could.
Arctic couldn't help but laugh out loud. His small figure standing tall in front of the Namekian. "ha, Ha, HA. You really believe you have any power here, Namekian? You'll die, just like the rest of the Namekian's I've slaughtered. This is your final chance. Where is my Dragon Ball?" Arctic couldn't everything he had, the Namekian brought his fist back as was prepared to throw it at the Changeling. He could only hope that it would be more than enough to cause damage. He needed it too, his people were at risk.
With the the attack incoming, Arctic couldn't help but chuckle and wait. The power level difference made the incoming attack seem like it was slow motion. There hadn't been much that Arctic couldn't react too but this? This was childs play. Quickly, Arctic moved his head out of the way and let the punch swish by his face and in an instance he brought up his tail and wrapped it around the Namekian's neck. He then quickly squeezed and stepped behind him. The Namekian of course gasped as he gripped the tail with both of his hands as he tried to break it loose, but there was just nothing he could do about it. Arctic was far too strong for him.
"I gave you the chance Namekian. Now, You're just going to die!" It was at this point that Arctic forced his fist into the Namekian's side, Again and again and again. Enjoying every moment that the Namekian cried out in pain. This was something that was a pleasant surprise for him, there hadn't been a lot of Namekian's that had tried this before. Most of them had simply just begged and pleaded or refused to give the location of the Dragon ball. He now had somebody he could torture, one that could hold up to at least a little bit of the pressure and give a longer duration of fun. Arctic was going to use every minute of it to his enjoyment. As the fists had gotten harder, the Namekian continued to scream out as he continued to try and break free. Though after so long, Arctic thought it was an appropriate time to kill this guy.
Slowly, Arctic would use his tail to squeeze the life out of the Namekian. He'd allow himself to feel the Namekian's throat get squeezed with his tail until the Namekian drew his last breath and with one simple toss, the Namekian's lifeless body would hit the ground. Out of the hundred Namekian's that Arctic would have slaughtered since he arrived on Namek, this one would've been the most entertaining and the most confident. This one had brought a certain level of joy to Arctic. With the Radar in hand and the Dragon Ball near, Arctic would begin to look around some more. Before that though, Arctic couldn't help but wander over the the Namek and force his food down on his face, completely squeezing it into the ground.
It was at this point that Arctic's red eyes had landed on a small cave. One that would've been hard to notice if he hadn't been standing in that exact spot. It appeared that this Namekian was more beneficial than initially though. With the Radar in hand, Arctic made his way over to the cave and began to look around. Surely this Dragon Ball would've been here somewhere and if Arctic was a betting man, he'd have to guess that this Dragon Ball was somewhere within the walls of the cave. All he had to do now was seek it out and bring it home. He felt like he was getting closer, he just had to spot it.
Word Count: 1008
Rookie Bonus: 65%
Dragon Ball hunt complete
Arctic could've help but stare at his opponent coldly. In this case it was a tall, strong looking Namekian warrior. What had brought him to Namek was the slaughter of another village full of Namekian's that weren't going to give up the location of another Dragon Ball. These Namekian's were strong within their will power. They weren't willing to give up the Dragon Ball even when their own lives had been at stake. It was a very brave and foolish thing for them to do but it was rather respectable. If Arctic could get his troops to have this level of resilience and loyalty, he'd be much better off but he knew that would never be the case. They wouldn't give their lives so willingly for him like these Namekians would. It was a shame, but it was just a simple fact of life. Though most of the Namekian's weren't lining up to be slaughtered, today Arctic had met his first warrior type. One that had simply had enough of what he was doing and wanting to put a stop to him. While it was admirable, it was utterly pointless. This nameless Namekian couldn't hold a candle to Arctic's power.
"You're never going to find them all, this ends here and now. You won't slaughter anymore of my people, and when I'm done with you, I'll remove all your soldiers from this planet and bring Namek to freedom once more!"
Of course this Namekian was confident. The truth was he had been training to free his homeworld for so long. Hiding away from the soldiers and the scouts, preparing to take the fight to them in order to free his people. He was aiming to be a true hero of Namek, Though it was unfortunate that his dreams wouldn't ever come true. The Namekian may have been confident, but he truly felt like he had a shot. He wanted to wait a little longer but the rate of which his people were dying had been increased dramatically since Arctic's arrival and he couldn't stand it any longer. Something had to be done and he felt as if he were the only one who stood even the slightest bit of a chance. He had to try, for there was nobody else on this planet that could.
Arctic couldn't help but laugh out loud. His small figure standing tall in front of the Namekian. "ha, Ha, HA. You really believe you have any power here, Namekian? You'll die, just like the rest of the Namekian's I've slaughtered. This is your final chance. Where is my Dragon Ball?" Arctic couldn't everything he had, the Namekian brought his fist back as was prepared to throw it at the Changeling. He could only hope that it would be more than enough to cause damage. He needed it too, his people were at risk.
With the the attack incoming, Arctic couldn't help but chuckle and wait. The power level difference made the incoming attack seem like it was slow motion. There hadn't been much that Arctic couldn't react too but this? This was childs play. Quickly, Arctic moved his head out of the way and let the punch swish by his face and in an instance he brought up his tail and wrapped it around the Namekian's neck. He then quickly squeezed and stepped behind him. The Namekian of course gasped as he gripped the tail with both of his hands as he tried to break it loose, but there was just nothing he could do about it. Arctic was far too strong for him.
"I gave you the chance Namekian. Now, You're just going to die!" It was at this point that Arctic forced his fist into the Namekian's side, Again and again and again. Enjoying every moment that the Namekian cried out in pain. This was something that was a pleasant surprise for him, there hadn't been a lot of Namekian's that had tried this before. Most of them had simply just begged and pleaded or refused to give the location of the Dragon ball. He now had somebody he could torture, one that could hold up to at least a little bit of the pressure and give a longer duration of fun. Arctic was going to use every minute of it to his enjoyment. As the fists had gotten harder, the Namekian continued to scream out as he continued to try and break free. Though after so long, Arctic thought it was an appropriate time to kill this guy.
Slowly, Arctic would use his tail to squeeze the life out of the Namekian. He'd allow himself to feel the Namekian's throat get squeezed with his tail until the Namekian drew his last breath and with one simple toss, the Namekian's lifeless body would hit the ground. Out of the hundred Namekian's that Arctic would have slaughtered since he arrived on Namek, this one would've been the most entertaining and the most confident. This one had brought a certain level of joy to Arctic. With the Radar in hand and the Dragon Ball near, Arctic would begin to look around some more. Before that though, Arctic couldn't help but wander over the the Namek and force his food down on his face, completely squeezing it into the ground.
It was at this point that Arctic's red eyes had landed on a small cave. One that would've been hard to notice if he hadn't been standing in that exact spot. It appeared that this Namekian was more beneficial than initially though. With the Radar in hand, Arctic made his way over to the cave and began to look around. Surely this Dragon Ball would've been here somewhere and if Arctic was a betting man, he'd have to guess that this Dragon Ball was somewhere within the walls of the cave. All he had to do now was seek it out and bring it home. He felt like he was getting closer, he just had to spot it.
Word Count: 1008
Rookie Bonus: 65%
Dragon Ball hunt complete
