Apr 23, 2022 15:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Tundra on Apr 23, 2022 15:33:08 GMT -5
Tundra found himself in the middle of Yunzabit Heights for training. After all, one needs a strong body in order to complement their strong mind. Having acquired new training weights, he thought that this was a perfect opportunity to see what the planet was able to throw at him. Having been on Earth for a little while, it wasn’t long before he had heard of the harsh conditions of this particular place. Nicknamed the “end of the world”, huh? We’ll see about that.
And see he did. The environment around him was dark and cloudy, there was no sign of life anywhere for miles, and on top of that the wind was so strong he could barely stand in one place. The weights he was wearing certainly didn’t help, he could already feel how much his power was being hampered by them. However, Tundra enjoyed the challenge. After all, this is what he wanted. In his eyes, he was already destined for perfection, this little bump in the road would merely allow him to inch closer to his goal. The objective he wanted to accomplish today was simply getting used to the added weight he had now put on. The first step was walking.
Of course, wanting to push his own body, Tundra was planning on walking into the wind. Once he had secured his footing on the grass beneath him, he went to take a step. He grunted as he did so, his leg feeling like it weighed three times what it normally did. Before he could even get his foot back down, the weather decided to toy with him. The speeds picked up, catching Tundra off guard and off balance.
The current swept him off of his feet, literally, towards the side of a cliff behind him. Tundra grunted as his body hit rock, a slight pain shooting up throughout his entire body. The wind kept blowing fiercely in his direction, keeping the Changeling pinned to the rocky wall. He knew he would easily be able to break out of this if he transformed, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of his training. He found that the more he trained in his First Form, the more he got out of it overall.
Tundra’s aura flared up around him as he forced his body against the wind, ripping his limbs out of the wall one by one until he was fully free. He dropped to the floor below and let himself get settled. The wind was moving so fast it was hard for him to breathe. Luckily, his species didn’t need to rely on oxygen to survive. It was a good thing they were able to handle extreme temperatures too, because it was really cold out here.
He stood up in order to try again. He had not yielded to a world before, and he wasn’t planning on starting now. He went to take a step again. The wind picked up, ready for round two, but the Changeling was ready this time. He leaned forward into the wind, letting his weights pull him down to act against the current.
He took another step. And another. And another. Tundra began his hike, resisting the wind while simultaneously powering through the weights. At least he was able to, sort of, use them against each other. The longer he walked, the easier it started to feel. With every gust of wind, Tundra was able to brace himself better and better. It wasn’t long before he was able to keep on walking normally.
Guess the weather knew that Tundra was having an easier time, because this next wave was about to be a doozy. The Changeling could see it coming, and had to stop walking for this next one. Having to now deal with hurricane speeds, the wind crashed into his body. Tundra dug his feet into the grass and got low to the ground. He was already short, so getting to the ground allowed him to be more aerodynamic. Still, the wind wasn’t giving up. He could feel his body beginning to get dragged backwards along the ground. He dug his fingers into the ground as well to get a better grip.
The wind still wouldn’t let up, not even for a moment, knowing it had Tundra on the ropes. He was barely hanging on at this point, his hands getting ripped up from the dirt and his feet sliding backwards at a faster rate. At this point, the only thing holding him down was his weight and sheer force of will. Right when one would think it’d be about to overtake him, he smirked.
‘Is this all?’
His aura flared up even higher, Tundra letting out an empowering warrior’s cry and leaned forward again. He held his hands up to shield his face as he took another step. Slow and steady, he told himself. He managed to break through the wind, and it seemed to soften up. It looked like the winds had surrendered to him. He had won.
Over the next couple hours, Tundra continued trekking across Yunzabit Heights. He had gotten more used to the feel of his weights at this point. He could still feel it slowing him down, but at least he was able to walk better with them. He would’ve felt impressed with himself, but Changelings were fast learners. In his mind, he was merely doing what was expected of him.
Now that he was able to move better in them, he decided it was time for some “shadow boxing” in order to get a feel for doing his martial arts moves while carrying the extra pounds. If he was able to start fighting normally while weighed down, he would be able to fight at a dramatically higher level with them off. He envisioned an imaginary opponent in front of him that he’d have to fight. The opponent he imagined was another Changeling, the only kind of opponent that he felt that would be worthy of his attention.
Tundra got into his fighting stance, getting into a firm and sturdy stance. The shadow dashed towards him, throwing a punch towards his face. He parried the blow left arm, throwing his right arm forward towards an exposed jawline. Unfortunately, due to his weights, his punch was way too sluggish and slow. The shadow was able to have enough to regain its footing and jumped into the air, completely avoiding the blow.
Tundra took a moment to do a quick evaluation of the attack he just unleashed, putting a pause on his shadow opponent. He needed to strike faster and with more precision. His striking form was slightly off. His attack was too telegraphed and he used a lot more movement than necessary for a simple strike. While part of it was due to the weights, Tundra knew that the weights only exaggerated what was already there. He knew he wouldn’t be able to easily correct himself, but practice made perfect. Repetition while adjusting himself would be key here. He went to resume his spar, resetting the shadow’s position.
The shadow dashed forwards again, performing the same punch as before. Tundra performed the same parry, but this time made a change when counter attacking. He was able to condense his moves a lot more, gaining back a lot of precision but still slightly behind his speed. The shadow wasn’t able to completely avoid the blow anymore, but still managed to regain its footing and block the blow.
He critiqued himself once again. This was a lot better than the first attempt, but had overcorrected. This time his form was too tight, resulting in him forcing the action out. He needed to be able to be more fluid in his attacks. In a fight, he had to be able to seamlessly transition from one movement into the next to keep them on their toes. If they attacked, he had to be able to quickly turn the tides to get them on the defensive. If he attacked, he had to be able to follow up immediately with something else to keep the pressure on.
‘Again.’ He told himself. Hopefully, the third time’s the charm.
As their positions reset again, the shadow lunged forward with the same type of punch. Tundra parried the blow again with his left, this time feeling out the attack and going with the flow. As a result, he was able to make his own counterattack with his right arm faster and even less telegraphed. The shadow managed to block the blow, but just barely. The weights were still weighing him down it looked like, but it’d have to do for now. He had to be patient with himself. It was going to be a while before his body would be where it should be and if he pushed too hard he could end up setting himself back.
The shadow went to knee Tundra in the gut as a follow up attack this time. He grunted as he used his left hand to reach down and catch the knee in his palm. He had to retract his right arm as he did this, regaining control of the fight by immediately putting on pressure with an elbow jab, The shadow ducked under the blow and went for a tackle.
Tundra grunted as he moved his body in a way that he pivoted to the side, letting the shadow lunge into thin air. Knowing that he had his opponent in an exposed position, he performed a knee strike of his own that landed a blow into its stomach before following up with an overhead strike. He went to stomp on its head in order to finish the “fight”, but the shadow had already recovered by rolling to the side and jumping onto its feet.
The shadow rushed him again, throwing a flurry of jabs at his face. He avoided the blows, moving his head side to side. It followed up with a roundhouse kick headed straight for his head. He raised his arm to block it and had just managed to reach the attack in time. He wanted to proceed to doing more exaggerated movements, now that he had gotten basic attacks down. The next attack would be Tundra jumping into the air, performing a heel drop that would land on the shadow’s face.
The maneuver didn’t go as planned unfortunately. Tundra couldn’t get enough height underneath him, and he fell short of his target. Instead, his attack landed on what would’ve been the opponent’s chest. After around an hour more of this. he decided to stop shadow boxing there, feeling that he was trying to do something beyond his capabilities at the moment. He still had more work to do in terms of getting used to these weights.
To close out, Tundra would start to get used to strengthening his legs so that he would be able to jump better while wearing all of this gear.
“One…two… three…”
He was currently doing squats, working his way up to 300 squats.
“One hundred five, one hundred six, one hundred seven…”
Normally by this point it wouldn’t be so bad, except his body was already fatigued from the battle against the weather and his imaginary sparring partner. He might’ve overdone a little. Oh well, he’d remember for next time.
“Two hundred and ninety-eight, two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred!”
Tundra sat down on the grass, tired. He wanted to do some jumping jacks as well, but he still needed enough energy to fight the winds when he went to fly back. He figured he’d call it for today, his aura surrounding him once again as he took flight into the air. The strong winds made it difficult to fly, and it took a few moments for him to adjust to the wind again. Eventually, he was able to straighten himself out, letting the wind carry him in sort of a “controlled glide”. Luckily, it flowed in the direction he was trying to go in.
“So, now that that’s over, where to next?”
WC: 2,014
An additional 15% PL Gain (Natural Strength Trait)
An additional 25% PL Gain (Weighted Training)
And see he did. The environment around him was dark and cloudy, there was no sign of life anywhere for miles, and on top of that the wind was so strong he could barely stand in one place. The weights he was wearing certainly didn’t help, he could already feel how much his power was being hampered by them. However, Tundra enjoyed the challenge. After all, this is what he wanted. In his eyes, he was already destined for perfection, this little bump in the road would merely allow him to inch closer to his goal. The objective he wanted to accomplish today was simply getting used to the added weight he had now put on. The first step was walking.
Of course, wanting to push his own body, Tundra was planning on walking into the wind. Once he had secured his footing on the grass beneath him, he went to take a step. He grunted as he did so, his leg feeling like it weighed three times what it normally did. Before he could even get his foot back down, the weather decided to toy with him. The speeds picked up, catching Tundra off guard and off balance.
The current swept him off of his feet, literally, towards the side of a cliff behind him. Tundra grunted as his body hit rock, a slight pain shooting up throughout his entire body. The wind kept blowing fiercely in his direction, keeping the Changeling pinned to the rocky wall. He knew he would easily be able to break out of this if he transformed, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of his training. He found that the more he trained in his First Form, the more he got out of it overall.
Tundra’s aura flared up around him as he forced his body against the wind, ripping his limbs out of the wall one by one until he was fully free. He dropped to the floor below and let himself get settled. The wind was moving so fast it was hard for him to breathe. Luckily, his species didn’t need to rely on oxygen to survive. It was a good thing they were able to handle extreme temperatures too, because it was really cold out here.
He stood up in order to try again. He had not yielded to a world before, and he wasn’t planning on starting now. He went to take a step again. The wind picked up, ready for round two, but the Changeling was ready this time. He leaned forward into the wind, letting his weights pull him down to act against the current.
He took another step. And another. And another. Tundra began his hike, resisting the wind while simultaneously powering through the weights. At least he was able to, sort of, use them against each other. The longer he walked, the easier it started to feel. With every gust of wind, Tundra was able to brace himself better and better. It wasn’t long before he was able to keep on walking normally.
Guess the weather knew that Tundra was having an easier time, because this next wave was about to be a doozy. The Changeling could see it coming, and had to stop walking for this next one. Having to now deal with hurricane speeds, the wind crashed into his body. Tundra dug his feet into the grass and got low to the ground. He was already short, so getting to the ground allowed him to be more aerodynamic. Still, the wind wasn’t giving up. He could feel his body beginning to get dragged backwards along the ground. He dug his fingers into the ground as well to get a better grip.
The wind still wouldn’t let up, not even for a moment, knowing it had Tundra on the ropes. He was barely hanging on at this point, his hands getting ripped up from the dirt and his feet sliding backwards at a faster rate. At this point, the only thing holding him down was his weight and sheer force of will. Right when one would think it’d be about to overtake him, he smirked.
‘Is this all?’
His aura flared up even higher, Tundra letting out an empowering warrior’s cry and leaned forward again. He held his hands up to shield his face as he took another step. Slow and steady, he told himself. He managed to break through the wind, and it seemed to soften up. It looked like the winds had surrendered to him. He had won.
Over the next couple hours, Tundra continued trekking across Yunzabit Heights. He had gotten more used to the feel of his weights at this point. He could still feel it slowing him down, but at least he was able to walk better with them. He would’ve felt impressed with himself, but Changelings were fast learners. In his mind, he was merely doing what was expected of him.
Now that he was able to move better in them, he decided it was time for some “shadow boxing” in order to get a feel for doing his martial arts moves while carrying the extra pounds. If he was able to start fighting normally while weighed down, he would be able to fight at a dramatically higher level with them off. He envisioned an imaginary opponent in front of him that he’d have to fight. The opponent he imagined was another Changeling, the only kind of opponent that he felt that would be worthy of his attention.
Tundra got into his fighting stance, getting into a firm and sturdy stance. The shadow dashed towards him, throwing a punch towards his face. He parried the blow left arm, throwing his right arm forward towards an exposed jawline. Unfortunately, due to his weights, his punch was way too sluggish and slow. The shadow was able to have enough to regain its footing and jumped into the air, completely avoiding the blow.
Tundra took a moment to do a quick evaluation of the attack he just unleashed, putting a pause on his shadow opponent. He needed to strike faster and with more precision. His striking form was slightly off. His attack was too telegraphed and he used a lot more movement than necessary for a simple strike. While part of it was due to the weights, Tundra knew that the weights only exaggerated what was already there. He knew he wouldn’t be able to easily correct himself, but practice made perfect. Repetition while adjusting himself would be key here. He went to resume his spar, resetting the shadow’s position.
The shadow dashed forwards again, performing the same punch as before. Tundra performed the same parry, but this time made a change when counter attacking. He was able to condense his moves a lot more, gaining back a lot of precision but still slightly behind his speed. The shadow wasn’t able to completely avoid the blow anymore, but still managed to regain its footing and block the blow.
He critiqued himself once again. This was a lot better than the first attempt, but had overcorrected. This time his form was too tight, resulting in him forcing the action out. He needed to be able to be more fluid in his attacks. In a fight, he had to be able to seamlessly transition from one movement into the next to keep them on their toes. If they attacked, he had to be able to quickly turn the tides to get them on the defensive. If he attacked, he had to be able to follow up immediately with something else to keep the pressure on.
‘Again.’ He told himself. Hopefully, the third time’s the charm.
As their positions reset again, the shadow lunged forward with the same type of punch. Tundra parried the blow again with his left, this time feeling out the attack and going with the flow. As a result, he was able to make his own counterattack with his right arm faster and even less telegraphed. The shadow managed to block the blow, but just barely. The weights were still weighing him down it looked like, but it’d have to do for now. He had to be patient with himself. It was going to be a while before his body would be where it should be and if he pushed too hard he could end up setting himself back.
The shadow went to knee Tundra in the gut as a follow up attack this time. He grunted as he used his left hand to reach down and catch the knee in his palm. He had to retract his right arm as he did this, regaining control of the fight by immediately putting on pressure with an elbow jab, The shadow ducked under the blow and went for a tackle.
Tundra grunted as he moved his body in a way that he pivoted to the side, letting the shadow lunge into thin air. Knowing that he had his opponent in an exposed position, he performed a knee strike of his own that landed a blow into its stomach before following up with an overhead strike. He went to stomp on its head in order to finish the “fight”, but the shadow had already recovered by rolling to the side and jumping onto its feet.
The shadow rushed him again, throwing a flurry of jabs at his face. He avoided the blows, moving his head side to side. It followed up with a roundhouse kick headed straight for his head. He raised his arm to block it and had just managed to reach the attack in time. He wanted to proceed to doing more exaggerated movements, now that he had gotten basic attacks down. The next attack would be Tundra jumping into the air, performing a heel drop that would land on the shadow’s face.
The maneuver didn’t go as planned unfortunately. Tundra couldn’t get enough height underneath him, and he fell short of his target. Instead, his attack landed on what would’ve been the opponent’s chest. After around an hour more of this. he decided to stop shadow boxing there, feeling that he was trying to do something beyond his capabilities at the moment. He still had more work to do in terms of getting used to these weights.
To close out, Tundra would start to get used to strengthening his legs so that he would be able to jump better while wearing all of this gear.
“One…two… three…”
He was currently doing squats, working his way up to 300 squats.
“One hundred five, one hundred six, one hundred seven…”
Normally by this point it wouldn’t be so bad, except his body was already fatigued from the battle against the weather and his imaginary sparring partner. He might’ve overdone a little. Oh well, he’d remember for next time.
“Two hundred and ninety-eight, two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred!”
Tundra sat down on the grass, tired. He wanted to do some jumping jacks as well, but he still needed enough energy to fight the winds when he went to fly back. He figured he’d call it for today, his aura surrounding him once again as he took flight into the air. The strong winds made it difficult to fly, and it took a few moments for him to adjust to the wind again. Eventually, he was able to straighten himself out, letting the wind carry him in sort of a “controlled glide”. Luckily, it flowed in the direction he was trying to go in.
“So, now that that’s over, where to next?”
WC: 2,014
An additional 15% PL Gain (Natural Strength Trait)
An additional 25% PL Gain (Weighted Training)
