There had passed numerous days, or months – Plasma had not kept count of the calendar simply due to his unawareness that such a thing existed. He thrived within the wilderness far away from any point of civilization, simply due to the possibility that he would prove a nuisance or scare to those unaware or simply afraid of his alien appearance. Whilst it was not bothering him to his core, Plasma was still somewhat self-conscious of it, and willingly distanced himself whenever necessary. It was necessary as well, due to Plasma’s training regime which demanded space and room to practice inside of – and this room was direly needed for the android to progress his stagnant evolution. Deeply troubled within as the android found peace for a momentary breather – Plasma’s innate volatile potential swirled with the hungering desire for evolution and consumption. It gnawed at his steeled mind with every passing second as the android’s expression hardened due to the strain put upon him – causing him to lash out at a nearby tree in frustration and temptation. Unfortunately, enough for the tree, it would not be spared the onslaught of Plasma’s frustration as he continuously pummelled away at the bark – continuously till his arm was abruptly stuck in the ruined bark. It was a surprise for Plasma as he could not retract his arm back without excessive force, which caused his disruptive nature to cease for a but a moment out of confusion – just to lay witness that a large bionic blade was sticking out of his wrist. Intrigued, and confused at the same time, Plasma examined the sharp bionic blade that was protruding. Progressively calming down, the blade abruptly retracted itself, which caused Plasma to land on his butt as he hadn’t expected the calmness to manipulate the blade.





Momentarily puzzled, Plasma extended his arm once more and focused his mind on the sensation he had felt before – a sensation that enabled the blades to extend from both of his arms, which caused the changeling to ecstatically burst out with loud joy and happiness! Alright, Plasma thought to himself before slapping himself. Getting up on his feet, the android would walk towards some secluded spot within the forest he had hid himself at – crouching down, the android pushed aside some leaves and other rubbish that covered the true price that Plasma had come here for. Reaching down and pulling the object up, Plasma blew air across the dirty training dummy, a prime figure to exercise with – despite his disdain for intentionally training. Plasma preferred it when it was done without intent, but exceptions had to be made now that he was a pupil underneath Callion – who Plasma pondered was doing. Was he safe, had he perhaps encountered some bad people? He wasn’t sure of it, but there was a rumbling in his tummy of a sensation he couldn’t quite yet describe. Shaking his head as he shifted his focus on the session at hand – Plasma would position the dummy in the middle of the clearing. Dusting it off, Plasma took a few steps back and position himself accordingly with the dummy as he held out his finger – taking great aim at the presumably vital positions of the dummy that would enable Plasma to correctly incapacitate any human, such as the knees or elbows.





Thrusting his arm out as Plasma maintained great distance between the two, the android’s powerful death beam would howl throughout the air as it went piercing through the dummy’s vital points - which did not disable it due to it being inanimate and promptly not alive in the first place. Plasma’s position shifted quickly though as he moved in all odd directions and positions whilst maintaining a certain aim and pace whilst shooting off numerous beams of death at the dummy. He’d shift to the left with flight, backflipping through the air whilst unloading a hail of beams at the dummy. Plasma’s energetic nature came in clutch as he used his acrobatic abilities to skip around the field and fire off numerous beams – eventually finishing off with a powerful summersault towards the dummy – unleashing a hail of beams from above in a circular fashion. However, this wasn’t enough for the android who deeply desired to further this a bit more – further it in the aspect of empowering techniques to a greater degree without risking something dire to himself. Distancing himself away from the Dummy, Plasma held out his arm and pressed his middle and index finger against each other as he accumulated powerful energy within the tip of his fingers. It required great tenacity and grit to endure such a technique, and whilst Plasma attempted to take a single sole step to the side, he felt his concentration dip for a singular moment which staggered his concentration, disabling the charged technique as the poor bug fell to the ground. This would prove tougher than he had expected to be honest – but Plasma’s tenacity was not surrendering itself just yet. Sitting down on the ground, Plasma would recollect his previous training in chi and tap into the genetic potential that lingered deep within him and pull upon it to enhance his ability to concentrate and maintain chi at certain points. Sensing the flow throughout his entire body, Plasma’s energy began to accumulate around his frame – which only proceeded to grow as a purple aura began to envelop the android. Fixating his aura and power at one singular spot – Plasma’s death beam would begin to greatly strengthen as the android stood up, determined to enable this technique with all his intellectual might and tenacity. Enduring the strain upon his mind as the android began to move around, step after step – he felt the pressure slowly lower itself with each passing moment of grit and determination. Maintaining his composure, Plasma withheld the charged technique at his fingertip whilst performing acrobatic movements that slowly increased in intensity and speed as he slowly grew accumulated to the power charging up.





Plasma was utilizing his agile body to skip around the field of training, bouncing off the trees whilst maintain the charge on his finger-tips, ensuring that he was training towards this specific ability so he one day could apply it in battle if push came to shove – something he was certain could strike any day. Ensuring his training continued, Plasma would proceed to run vertical against a tree, simulating to himself as he imagined the dummy beneath him at the ground was an opponent taking aim at him with whatever gadgets were available to the creature of the night and fiendish deeds. Whilst Plasma jumped between the trees as the death beam fixated at the tip of his finger greatly strengthened in power – he’d eventually reach the point where even this became too much for him to handle – and therefore the android would summersault towards the training dummy whilst using his energy to redirect himself from side to side in the air to avoid the imaginary projectiles incoming. Unleashing the power gathered, Plasma’s death beam pierced through the air – seething and burning through the earth and leaving a burning taste through the air as the beam went directly through the dummy’s chest. Plasma’s technique had been successful, and this was just the beginning of his session as he sat down before the dummy and proceeded to accumulate more energy through out his body, regaining what he had lost through the technique that had charged for far too long. It’d take seconds due to his foreign genetic make-up that made him both magical and biological at the same time, having found a wonderful middle-ground between. Once Plasma’s being had regained sufficient energy, he’d continue the training session once more against the training dummy by leaping backwards and firing off numerous chi blasts that’d cause a light explosion upon impact – covering the training dummy in thick smoke. Following this, the android would leap forward to deliver a series of punches, aimed at every vital point on the dummy – with the mindset to disable a future opponent rather than straight up kill them. If enemies weren’t an immediate and chaotic danger without a genuine desire for simple destruction, there would almost always be a sole reason to keep them alive or permit their continued existence, for who knew if they could be changed to something better or newer – perhaps even converted to the side of enjoying what life had to offer rather than destroy everything beautiful. It was a mindset that Plasma had initially once he escaped the confines of the laboratory to some degree – as he was determined to feast on whatever life he could and increase his biomass whilst targeting out strong individuals he could absorb to further himself and become an even stronger being – something he had long since abandoned, to his best ability that was. As of right now, Plasma still had struggles with his desire to obtain stronger forms, but it was an instinctive desire – not a conscious or willing one, at least for now that taunted Plasma with every waking moment, that was certain.



Plasma’s continued tenacity for his training kept him going, and it’d keep him going till he felt his body would give out – which meant a very long time, due to his background. Besides, Plasma desired for once that he needed to be stronger, just for now, as it’d be needed for future threats that Callion had continuously and repetitively warned him about. You could never be certain who were reasonable to trust, nor who were genuine people to mingle with – they could easily be two-faced individuals who wished you great harm or wanted to know your secrets to use them against you. It was a slightly infuriating thought to the android as he simply desired a pleasant and comfortable life that enjoyed everything that nature and life had to offer – yet he had to be warned about such people, about such threats. It was angering him to the point that his attacks became progressively aggressive and brawler-like as his moves were motivated by frustration rather than finesse, something that triggered his bionic blades to slide out and change his fighting style to that of a slice and dice style. If this dummy was capable of bleeding, it’d be bleeding for sure as Plasma continued his dangerous assault of attacking wildly and brutally – ensuring that if he fought any real people, they’d come out with a severe gushing wound filled with blood and a trip soon to the hospital for meddling with the peace and innocent people. It slowly became a motivation for the android however as he continued training, enabling him to train harder and for a cause – and during this, he’d leap back once more to charge up another powerful death beam that’d be unleashed against the dummy. It was again pierced cleanly through by Plasma before regenerating, something that Plasma wasn’t entirely bothered by nor desired to question at all – it was simply a sparring partner that could take hits, and that was all that Plasma needed. What was next on the schedule made Plasma ponder for a moment before an imaginary lightbulb popped above his head, brighter than the sun itself – and that was actively dodging in close quarter combat whilst charging a technique. Now, there was but one small issue, and that was that the dummy wasn’t capable of actually fighting back against Plasma, but what he had to do was simply stay close and imagine it was throwing punches at him – similar to that of shadow boxing! Bringing both of his hands close to himself, Plasma went into a defensive stance, tightly clenching both of his fists and keeping his jaw and throat protected at once by using his hands. Coursing his bionic energy throughout his body, Plasma ducked under a phantom punch, moved his left leg behind as he slid to dodge a thrusting attack and jumped upwards to dodge an imaginary sweep from the dummy. It was exhausting work, but Plasma kept hacking onto the work as it was essential to progress as a fighter that wanted to preserve everything that was good.





There wasn’t a genuine compass within Plasma’s mind just yet as to what defined good and bad, but what knew is that senseless destruction without a reason at the cost of innocents’ lives wasn’t ideal nor a fate he wanted to wish upon anyone, good or bad. They were people as well, capable of good and evil – destruction and creation, and Plasma was on the side of creation, wishing to preserve things as they were to further compassion and kindness. Unfortunately for him though, not everyone agreed with Plasma’s mindset which slowly became clearer with every passing day he spent with his mentor Callion. It was slightly troubling that he hadn’t seen Callion for some time, but whatever he was up to was probably something along the lines of training – something Plasma was doing right now himself, at least till he imagined being punched right in the nogging by the dummy. Falling onto his back, Plasma lost all his concentration and rested on the earth, gasping for air due to dramatic effect. He wasn’t in need of it, but it was nice enough to emulate it and mimic those that required it. There was a certain calmness to it, and Plasma liked that – but it wasn’t an excuse for dozing off as the android placed his hands behind his hand – against the ground and pushed up – causing him to land right up on his feet once more. Incapable of giving up just yet, Plasma felt he was on verge of mastering this technique of his, and he was going to nail it – however many tries it’d take for him! Kicking off the ground to leap above the dummy, Plasma held his charging fist close to his chest as he continuously dodged under, above and to the side of imaginary attacks by the dummy, ensuring that his focus was maintained this time. He’d shut off his thoughts to purely focus on the fight at hand, for last he had allowed his thoughts to trail off which resulted in him losing a score against the dummy – but not this time. Sensing and visually seeing that the power amassed at his fingertip was growing greater with every passing second, Plasma’s hand began to shake as he multitasked – straining his body as much as he could. Gritting his teeth, Plasma thrusted his arm out towards the dummy - point blank.



There’d be a loud crash throughout the forest as his beam pierced right through the regenerative puppet’s skull and into the forest – and far not space, charged with whatever strength the android currently had. It had been straining every muscle on his body, which regenerated afterwards just to be strained and broken again and again. Sighing to himself, Plasma fell on his back as he decided this was the time to take a well-deserved break. Closing his eyes, the android smiled at himself for pushing himself further than he had ever done.





Knowingly, the android would awaken hours later in the midst of his ruined battlefield. Feeling the ground beneath his hands all loose and wet hinted that it had rained whilst he was asleep, something he soon confirmed as he stood up and took a single step forward just to trip into a pool of water. Sighing to himself, Plasma had yet another opportunity to test a wild simulation of a fight – something he hadn’t tried before, and that was a muddy, slippery field of battle. Raindrops fell onto his crown once more, and another and another as they continued to build up into a powerful hail of water. Gently smiling to himself, Plasma pushed himself out of the puddle of water and looked around to see whether he had to switch spots to train, and then back to the training dummy to see how it was doing. Oddly enough, the training dummy would be utterly fine and without a single scratch on it. Plasma looked confused for a few long seconds as he simply questioned the methods behind creating such a powerful object – which beckoned the question whether Plasma was just as tough as it, or it was as tough as he if not tougher? Who had the superior regeneration, who was the superior survivor of the two? It was slightly haunting to ponder on what was presumably capable of killing Plasma, something he shrugged off quickly as she shivered at the thought. Slapping his cheek, Plasma waddled forward towards the dummy and offered a respectful bow to it before jumping a meter back and releasing his bionic blades with a loud ‘klank’.





Now, Plasma was going to practice his fighting style in combination with his bionic blades that’d be capable of slicing through his opponents for a nasty haemorrhage – something that’d permit him to remain on the defensive following his initial assault against them. Inhaling deeply and steeling his nerves, Plasma’s crimson red eyes locked onto his target and coordinated an appropriate fighting stance within his head which soon included the method of approach towards his targets. There were numerous options that sparked up inside of his mind, each of them offering a valid and usable approach that could quite easily disable an opponent by slicing necessary tendons and muscles – however the one Plasma was focusing on now, wasn’t disabling his opponent sadistically. No, it was specifically tailored to wear them down and weakened them throughout the fight whilst remaining on the defensive, something that Plasma desired highly right now as it'd permit him to greaten their chances of survival without some opponent abruptly using their entire strength in a petty attempt at taking him out alongside with them. If he systematically wore them down, they’d be worn out before they knew it – and Plasma highly desired that right now. Exhaling through his nostrils, Plasma nodded at the training dummy before lunging forward whilst keeping low to the ground – his smaller figure enabling him to move quickly and parrying an incoming imaginary strike by the dummy whilst slicing it on the way out from his assault. Sliding to the right of the training dummy, Plasma’s assault wouldn’t cease here as he continued the assault by thrusting both of his weapons forward at the opponent – piercing its chest before rolling to the side, systematically, as he spun around himself to deliver a slicing attack against the dummy’s ‘tendons’.





Successfully, albeit screwing up due to striking the tendons - something he had just told himself not do, Plasma facepalmed at it right and growled at his own ignorance. It was done as he waited for the dummy to regenerate itself, which did not take long with its godlike regenerative abilities. As soon as it was done fixing itself him, Plasma charged forward once more – dodging strikes that originated within his mind, he’d deliver a series of slashes against the target’s back – a dangerous combination as he specifically targeted spots that’d cause bleeding without fatally wounding the target. Grinning to himself as his speed gradually increased, Plasma felt the weigh of his training suit slowly dwindle with each passing hour and each moment of growth his body caused and adapted to.

He was a sturdy creature, with latent potential that allowed him extra power for his continued evolution of stagnation as a lesser than imperfect being. Plasma was entirely aware, as he continuously delivered slashes and dodged incoming strikes, that some races could transform or increasing their energy. He had felt it not so long ago with his usage of ki sensing – to feel that some could easily increase their strength tenfold – and that fact was absolutely frightening to him. Plasma had nothing like that, everything Plasma had was obtained through his two own hands, two hands that worked hard to increase his base power level – a power that wouldn’t progress unless he got dirty and strained his body to the point of breaking it – just for some extra growth.





He was a fighter, a fighter inside of a world where he was surrounded by lots and lots of people that could increase their power at will. If he was to protect people, either he’d have to not encounter these fiends, or simply give in to his inner cravings of absorbing strong fighters – one of the options being highly frightening to the little fellow as it’d mean he had to end a life. Sighing in defeat, Plasma continued his training session as his morality and thoughts about the future continued to battle with each other for what was the ideal outcome – the rational choice was obviously even the playing fields and obtain transformations of his own, but it was wrong. If he wanted his transformation, he’d have to commit crimes against nature – a murder. Plasma wasn’t willing to go down that path unless forced to save his loved ones, or preferrable friends – or simple innocent bystanders that had done nothing wrong, and it continued to trouble him. His troubled mindset became reflected in his fighting style against the dummy as his attacks grew wilder, ferocious and tenacious without relent. Just whatever was he going to do? He wasn’t certain for how long these training weights were going to hold out, and if his mentor Callion could obtain these, who was to say that those that wanted to cultivate evil or harm against others weren’t as well? Plasma held only a small advantage in potential – and it was constant, but was it truly enough to contest with others as he was? Perhaps if he obtained numerous mentors that could assist him in his troubles, perhaps then he could even the playing fields through sheer base power and willpower. With each slice and dice he performed against his puppet of an opponent, Plasma’s mind drifted towards it being the only option – finding mentors of old, whoever they were, and learn from them to increase his strength and power to withstand the trials of time. Gritting his teeth again, Plasma thrusted both of his bionic blades forward and into the training dummy’s chest – impaling it on the spot before raising it above his body to hurl it towards a tree.



Sheathing his blades, Plasma rubbed his chin as he twisted his memories to trigger something that’d give him a directive as to what he could or where he could go. Perhaps Callion knew of someone that Plasma could practice with? It was a certainty, but Plasma required more people that just one – he required those around the galaxy to learn from, and he required everything he could obtain his hands on if he was to stand a chance against those transforming fiends. Slapping his own cheek, Plasma ridiculed himself for describing the opponent as that – fiends – apologizing to himself, Plasma eased his aggressive background that irked his nerves. Now, there was something on Plasma’s mind – and it was the numerous flying cars he had seen in the air, cars being spaceships albeit without Plasma knowing, and those would be capable of taking him where he would need to go. Unfortunately for him, how in the world could Plasma obtain his hands on such a thing? It was beyond reason that anyone would sell a car, hell even a spaceship to Plasma – simply due to his size, voice and appearance. Whilst he shared numerous traits with that of Changelings, Plasma’s visage was way too jolly and friendly due to his nature and personality to impose the same aura of dominance as the Changelings. And, what if he died through these attempts at gaining power to secure that life continued for those he cared, and those deserving? Was there even anything after? Was there nothing more than an abyss that awaited the succulent arrival of an android such as Plasma? There hopefully was, but for now Plasma wasn’t out to obtain an existential crisis about the possibility of an after-life – he was out to obtain severe gains, and he was going to obtain those gains gradually and through hard work.



Walking towards his training dummy, Plasma would gently grab onto it and waddle towards the opening once more to secure its position inside of the earth. Pondering for a moment as to how to continue, the android wanted to examine the material of the dummy a bit closer by leaning forward and tasting the material it was made of. It was within this moment that Plasma had gotten a bit too close for comfort, and his impatient hands wriggled all over the dummy – clicking a yellow button and activating the figure’s installed combative capabilities, which resulted in a beautiful surprise for Plasma. Just a small thing – this surprise wasn’t a genuine gift or anything, it was more or rather a punch to his face that sent him flying backwards. Unsure as to what had just happened, Plasma swiftly got onto his guard to sense and see absolutely no one but the dummy before him. Scratching his crown, Plasma quickly put together that the attacker was the dummy before him – and that was just the best explanation ever, as that meant Plasma was not required to genuinely dodge imaginary attacks and could now work with the real deal! Ecstatic, Plasma jumped into the air to celebrate the discovery – which has his first mistake as the terminator of a training dummy dashed forward and delivered a kidney punch to the android’s side – causing him to cough up stuff.

Gasping for air, the android struck against the tree due to the force behind the dummy’s punch, and Plasma was all about this – for this meant he would not have to worry Callion all the time to train him anymore – no, he had something else now, a perfectly combatable dummy that seemed to be around his own power in terms of strength, and could withstand the same attacks as Plasma could. They both possessed insane regenerative abilities which could rival even the greatest of greatest healers – something he wanted to and will take great advantage of, starting now by charging forward to deliver a foul uppercut to the dummy’s chin – causing it to fly upwards due to the strength, and Plasma followed right after by delivering a double-axe handle to the dummy’s back to send it crashing towards the earth. It was successful at first as the dummy went crashing down into the earth from Plasma’s attack – but before Plasma knew it, it had appeared behind him and replicated his ability by doing the axe-handle first and then kicking him into the air. Whimpering in pain as Plasma was sent up into the air once more, his pain quickly disappeared as he sent numerous death beams down towards the earth to shoot the dummy with. Unfortunately for Plasma, the android’s mechanical adjustment and prepared it for this encounter due to the innate learning program that was inside of it. Whatever Plasma had done to piss his training dummy off – it was repaying it tenfold with extreme prejudice by the feeling of every single punch it threw at Plasma. His body recoiled from every punch till he unleashed his own gimmick – and that was a powerful barrier that sent the dummy flying back! He wasn’t going to leave the figure unpunished however for promptly handing Plasma’s ass to him, not at this rate – and not any other at all.



Dashing forward with his own extreme prejudice empowering his determination to promptly slap some sense into his borrowed training dummy, Plasma extended his bionic blades to slash the dummy’s chest wide open before spinning around in the air – away from the dummy before delivering a powerful chi blast that covered it in smoke. There was simply this one issue, this was a dummy, and that was it could not be felt or sensed by any normal means – just seen with his two bright red eyes. Before he knew it, Plasma was slapped upside down by the dummy that sent him crashing into the earth, creating a crater where the dummy followed up with by promptly planting its feet into his chest. Coughing up phlegm and a toothbrush, Plasma grabbed onto the feet(?) of the training dummy and extended his blades to catch it in its legs. Stuck and promptly pierced, Plasma locked eyes with the non-existent eyeballs of the dummy and opened his palms to unleash a hellish energy blast point-blank. The upper-body of the dummy was deleted and sent flying backwards as Plasma released his blades from keeping it in place – simply due to the regenerative abilities of the dummy. At this rate, Plasma was in dire need of an off button for this thing, and he needed it now. Fixating on his current goal, turning off the dummy, Plasma braced himself as he watched the object fix itself and standing up – mimicking his combative stance. This was getting way too realistic for Plasma, and sighing to himself, the android thought of the counter to his own combative stance, which was easy enough due to his massive intellect that was only rivalled by himself. He was an enigma at times, but he knew how this enigma worked – and the android itself was presumably going to target his tendons as Plasma had done initially against it. Bracing himself with the knowledge at hand, Plasma stood his ground and awaited the charge from it – which came at an alarming rate. Crossing his arms ahead of him, Plasma was struck by a powerful force of unrivalled strength that sent him flying backwards as the dummy followed suit and punched him as the android remained in the air. It as pummelling him like dough before being thrown inside of the oven. Smashed away, Plasma powered through the barrage and fired numerous death beams from his hands against the dummy – forcing it off him as he fortunately struck vital spots against the dummy. This was his opportunity to strike back, and strike back he did. Plasma’s charge enveloped the dummy by grabbing around it and moving his hands all over the sides of the dummy – and for his luck, he heard a ‘click’.



Releasing the dummy after a few long silent seconds of not getting absolutely destroyed, Plasma opened a single eye to see the dummy standing dormant before him. This time, Plasma had won – but at the cost of getting absolutely owned. Fortunately for him, he had also managed to get a slight but decent idea of retaining his charged abilities whilst on the move. Team Plasma! With that, the android would fall onto his back to rest for another session, for the next one would include a massive session again – a session to dance with blades.



Plasma awoke more, feeling incredibly relieved and completely full of energy. It was a beautiful morning – the birds were singing; the sun was shining at the training dummy was ominously looming right above Plasma who promptly screamed in self defence from the shocking realization that his beater was right before him. Screaming for a few many minutes, Plasma gradually calmed down upon realizing that this was in fact not another beatdown, but simply the last spot the two had trained together before he miraculously managed to disable the dummy through sheer luck and tenacity. Relieved, Plasma exhaled as he wiped his crown with his arm, like that of doing it against your forehead. What a shocker to wake up, but fortunately enough it meant Plasma was more than ready to tackle this devious challenge again once more, head-on! Pushing himself up onto his feet, Plasma dusted the dummy off and himself before rubbing his hands all over the mechanic figure to pinpoint where the off button was – as he was not the biggest fan of repeating the desperate attempts had to resort to yesterday. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually Plasma’s fingers felt the outline of a giant button, which eased his mind. Raising his head to glance around and evaluate the field of battle, Plasma found it to be still sufficient for what he had in mind and promptly smacked the button with the back of his head – causing it to go ‘beep’! Leaping backwards with great power, Plasma prepared himself both physically and mentally for the upcoming training session with his mechanical training dummy. Lowering himself into his combative stance, he kept a watchful eye as his own stance widened. This would be the training session where Plasma applied every single detail had had practiced so far and combined it all into a powerful session of battling a daring reflection of himself that he could not yet sense.





Fortunately for Plasma however, what he could not sense – he could certainly both see and feel as the dummy zipped forward and delivered a nasty uppercut to the android’s jaw – sending him flying upwards at insane speeds before he regained his composure and sent a flurry of energy blasts down towards the earth! His assailant, the dummy, easily avoided by performing the same acrobatic actions that Plasma himself had done earlier against it – a rather questionable situation, but Plasma was happy enough to see how his motions were seen and what could be improved upon, which actions and shifts were unnecessary so he could minimize the energy loss. Whilst the dummy kept avoiding his energy blasts with utmost precision – almost perfection, Plasma would use his other free hand to take aim at the dodging dummy, aiming ahead of it as he calculated the precise location of it. Focusing his mind, Plasma squinted his eyes and unleashed a charge death beam ahead of the dummy whose chest was promptly pierced cleanly through by the immense energy blast, momentarily subduing it. Plasma knew it was going to get up any moment however and remained airborne for the time being. He would be proven correct as the dummy got straight up after swiftly and easily regenerating its wound – and it went into hot pursuit upwards and into the sky as Plasma braced himself for impact. However, this time he knew that blocking it was a bad idea and promptly focused all his speed to dodge the jabs directed at his head – throwing his head to the side before countering with an upwards punch into the dummy’s solar plexus. It was staggered for the time being as Plasma whipped out his bionic blades, piercing the dummy’s chest as well before pulling back to deliver a forceful kick to the wounded dummy. Sending it flying into the distance, Plasma remained on the defensive with his bionic blades prepared and at the ready slice at whatever sought to come his way. Squinting as he looked into the distance, he saw the dummy soaring right back at him with immense might carrying it through the air to bash into Plasma. Successful in its course, Plasma braced himself and was sent flying once more backwards – but this time he was not going to become the pummelled as he saw the dummy in hot pursuit just like last time. Unleashing a shift energy barrier, he’d once more repel the dummy as the android stabilized mid air and shot numerous finger gun beams in the direction of the dummy, piercing it numerous times asi t became covered in smoke. Smiling to himself, Plasma swirled his blades before him as he lowered himself to the ground in anticipation of a duel with the dummy. His prediction was proven right as the dummy stormed downwards and landed before him in the same combative stance that Plasma had taken on. Planting his feet firm into the ground, Plasma beckoned the dummy to take the first move – by taunting waving at it as he smirked. It was not a genuine smirk, but rather one meant to anger the dummy. Unfortunately for Plasma, the dummy was simply a dummy and nothing more than in inanimate object somehow capable of moving around and regenerating itself through impossible means.





There was a silent standstill between the two as they stared intently at each other, each far below the height of midgets, and each of them far stronger than a full-grown man. The suspense was immense between the two, but Plasma thought to himself – perhaps ruining the landscape more than they already had was far more foul than the threats he was preparing himself for through this powerful dummy of his, a dummy far more capable than he was on the day of his ‘creation’. Inhaling deeply through his nose and feeling the puff of air fill out his lungs, Plasma bowed before the dummy and sat down – closing his eyes. Whilst one might have expected Plasma to be immediately assaulted by the dummy, he was not – and the reason was simply nothing more than him desiring not to fight the dummy, as he showed little signs of desire to do so at this time. His blades retracted into his arms as the android began to use the opportunity to reflect upon the continuous fighting he had underwent against his newfound opponent and sparring partner. It was somewhat pleasing and calming that this opponent of his could take everything he dished out and return it two-fold without issue and complaint. Anyhow, calming himself down and pondering on his training session from the beginning, Plasma went through the beginning steps of traversing the field whilst firing off numerous techniques meant for bodily harm – with the goal to disable his opponents without permanently wounding them. Grinning to himself, Plasma continued to rest upon his memories to view which attacks he could had done differently against the robot, and how he could had handled the situation differently. Fixating on the fight, Plasma formulated new methods of attacks within his hand, gathering ideas and combining existing ones with the newer ones as he simulated it within his little head. Configuring the optimal solution for moving forward, Plasma opened his eyes and stood up once more – unsheathing his bionic blades from his wrists and watched as the dummy before him kicked into action once more. Plasma took the first step to the right, circling around his opponent as the dummy too circled around him – an intense staring contest was at play, and Plasma was the first one to lunge forward – opening with a frontal jab of a feint before dropping onto the floor as soon as the dummy reacted upon his feint. Pushing himself against the ground the android unleashed a roundhouse kick against the head of the dummy and followed up as his aura flared – and delivered a slicing tornado of strikes against the dummy’s entire body with utmost ease and pace. His relentless assault was almost flawless as his numerous attempts beforehand at figuring out a combative style was met with success – and the dummy was recoiling as it sought to madly regenerate every wound that Plasma inflicted onto it. Following up however, Plasma’s aura intercepted the trajectory of the opponent by moving Plasma swiftly before it to deliver an upwards punch that sent the dummy flying upwards, and Plasma was in continuous pursuit as he barraged with death beams from beneath. Plasma’s tenacity felt close to a breaking point though, but the assault continued as he caught up to the airborne dummy and grabbed onto its arm and hurled it into the earth. Whilst it was soaring downwards before creating a massive crater, Plasma used the opportunity to charge his death beam whilst holding it close to his chest to lessen the surface area he could be struck. The Training Dummy wasn’t out to give up just yet, as its directive was to test its owner to his utmost limits without pause – and sent countless blasts into the air in a desperate attempt at catching Plasma and breaking his concentration. Anticipating such an incoming attack, Plasma’s steps were swift and responsive as he leaped from one spot to another in the air, dodging the incoming blasts by tilting and bending his body appropriately to the blasts – ensuring his focus would go undisturbed and flawlessly. The Dummy analysed the data at hand before it and kicked off the ground to engage Plasma in close quarter combat, something it had to desperately do since Plasma had already adapted to the pattern of its energy blasts. Disgruntled, Plasma continued his smooth evasive manoeuvres as numerous punches, kicks and melee blasts were hurled his way – and it would continue for minutes as the pace picked up. Plasma felt the adrenaline coursing through his entire body, and the power growing immense at his android fingertips. Encouraged by his own tenacity and desire to push through his limits, Plasma retracted his leg and pushed forward with it – kicking off the dummy’s body and creating massive distance by both moving backwards and forcing the dummy away from him. Sensing the immense power being shot off his own tip, Plasma’s body was forced backwards by the excessive force, and he could do nothing but watch as a thin delicate but immense beam pierced through the torso of the dummy – incapacitating it for the time being with great strength and desire. The duo both fell to the ground, Plasma hitting numerous trees on his way down and uttering numerous ‘oofs’ and ‘ouch’ with each branch he crashed against. Fortunately for the android however, the dummy would also too crash against the trees, and before Plasma knew it – his important task of disabling it was done for him. It had indeed and coincidentally, hit a branch that just perfectly triggered the ‘off’ button on the dummy, disabling it from retaliating and continuing the training session whilst Plasma was utterly exhausted.





Resting on the ground, gasping for air – and then recalling that he wasn’t in need of it, Plasma would finally relax for the time being – having mustered a new technique and fighting style underneath his belt for whatever threat that waited him in the future. Life was plenty good – and it would be amazing to show Callion it when he finally met him once more.