Jul 17, 2022 21:52:56 GMT -5
Post by Maycair on Jul 17, 2022 21:52:56 GMT -5
Well, this was certainly always a fun way to train. Go out and try and pick a fight May thought, make some friends see how it goes, and wear weighted clothing at all times to exercise. These were all good things in practice but that only meant so much when the fights she ended up picking would put her in a pretty desperate situation. Why did she always do this to herself, it really was a bad habit that was hard for her to brush. It always started with playful banter or one that was to her, the other party actually said something offensive, May takes notice escalating things by antagonizing and then a fist fight. The only thing, the only persistent question that banged at the back of her head, was why the hell did she decide her place of exploration this week would be a martial arts school?!?
In the mountains of the eastern continent, she had trekked through high snowy peaks, mountains that deprived her of a proper oxygen source, and lack of food, all to find shelter in a strange monastic structure. The temple seemed abandoned at first, that was the deciding factor to this being her crash pad. Though, that dream was quickly dashed when she stepped further in, getting looked at with bewildering gazes by monks in prayer. That should have been the first sign she was unwelcome. the beading eyes that bore into the back of her brain. No, May only thought it would be better to try and go in further, maybe try and explain her situation. "Sorry for crashing in your pad, I just need some shelter for a bit, the storm is getting kind of bad out."
Before any response would come from the crowd the demon sat down, benign to how strange this was. They didn't get visitors very often in this neck of the woods, err mountains. Then to add on to it, it wasn't another brother in martial arts or meditation, it was some city-folk who also looked like a monster. Truly temptation came in very strange forms, this only stoked the leader of the monks to come forth. A bald man, like many of them, built like a tree with a face of cold sleeted stone, would step towards May. Approaching closer than any other dare wished. Each step he took thudded, finally getting May's attention as she was just grabbing something to eat from her pack.
"Leave, you are intruding on our prayer." The large man would speak up. "We would offer kindness if your arrival was not so auspicious, arriving on a holy day to us. We are a deep prayer to cleanse this place of evil spirits, if you are one yourself you will not fair well, if you are kind and understanding you will leave."
May would snap back, trying not to be rude. "I just need to rest for a few hours, then I can be on my way. As you can see I even have my own food so you don't have to extend any further kindness. I just need a rough during this blizzard, I'm not exactly accustomed to the cold I came here for training." He would respond back, standing more firm in his approach. "As I have said, this is a day of reverence for us, to be shared amongst me and my brothers. Any other day would be, you must find somewhere else for the night or it will interrupt the rituals. That would be a disrespect to all of those that have come before and all of those that will come after. Now I will kindly ask you one more time, to vacate our temple before I have to remove you myself."
Seemed like he was getting rather forward, but this wasn't really persuading May, in fact, more than anything it was stoking wrath. That wasn't something she liked to show, but it was a fire that bit back from the tongue. That's how started, sparked the inferno that was every mistake that followed. "Come on I just need a couple of hours I don't need the night, I didn't mean to interrupt your cruddy ritual or temp-"
"Don't you disrespect our elders in such a way!" he screamed interrupting May, he didn't wish to hurt her, but he would grab her by the wrist, grabbing the halfling to remove her vile presence from their sacred domicile. That was a mistake for everyone involved, no one would manhandle Maycair, even if she was an intruder she tried to carry herself with kindness. With the might of her small body a haymaker would follow, she struck the monk right between the eyes, on the bridge of his nose. Another quick punch would follow, it wasn't enough to knock him down but it was definitely a good stun. There wasn't time to be cocky or to gloat, his power level was starting to rise. "You littl-" This time she interrupted him, left hooking landing dead center on his chin. Each attack she took seemed to have a little skip in each step.
Though, that would be the last of her free hits. The next attack she would take would lead to the monk grabbing her hand, throwing it down, and kicking her in the chest. The strength within him blew out those around them, but that didn't stop the crowd from rushing in towards her like a wave. Some seemed to be actual waves as a few had been carrying jars of sacrificial wine, which now doused her clothing. Great now the cold would kill her even faster if she wasn't careful. Hypothermia wasn't much better to being beaten to death the last time she checked. The numbers they held were overwhelming, which did not quell the fight within. The drum of war began to beat, the warring blood with May pushing the pistons of each muscle, thumping and thudding with reckless abandon for her actual body.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!" She screamed out, throwing off a few of them, she would make three blight clones from above, commanding them to rain hell. They would fire a volley of weaker ki blasts, but for the cannon fodder, it should have been more than enough. To break a wave, to separate the feed from her new foe, if he wished to expel her from their so-called "sacred place" he would have to force her out. the two of them would rush toward one another with a ferocity unchecked. For the head priest it was an honor, for May it was to have self-respect. In a way, both were falling victims to their egos. If they could just talk, to put aside their emotions peace could have been found. That was not the case this faithful day.
As Ki blasts from her clones caused hysteria they would chase one another down, it wasn't a sage field but neither one cared. As the distance closed their eyes would lock. Earth so resolute, unyielding against an ember-filled pit, sparking growing, consuming all in the way. First, the monk landed his strike, a series of four palms towards the solar plexus. Each one carried the swiftness of clouds, the weight of a stone, the precision of a fine needle. It was breaking, he was more versed in the art of war than she could hope to be. It was almost unfair she had more power, it meant nothing if she didn't land a blow, but she would break him. She would counter, her strongest kick on the angle of the knee, snapping the leg clean in half. It could be cruel, not she had no breath so he might have well lost walking. Besides he could still hop towards her with one leg.
Funny enough, that's exactly what he did, in an almost grotesque display of skill he lept, smack May with the broken leg. Landing on the one good one he would punch her in the throat. It was downright rude at this point, she didn't want to kill him but this was slowly turning into a death match. It was the time to end this quickly, like a living bullet May head-butted his ribs. Another strike would follow, the crack and crinkle folding the head priest with each strike. It wouldn't be long until there was more of his blood on the ground than in his body. It seemed most of his men were in the same state. May didn't want to do this, to put people in this position. What pride was there to take in this, well besides looking badass. No that was the wrong way to think, her power was to protect people. Real strength would be to learn control, to learn how not to do this again. "I need to be better, I have to be better if I don't want to end up like them. This is my life, not theirs, I am not their weapon I am a person." It was strange to be saying that over dying men, so she left her food and water with them. It was time for this training excursion to end.
wc: 1,530
Wearing heavy weighted clothes, 50- pl 50%+ xp gains
KI: 18,716/2 = 9,358
In the mountains of the eastern continent, she had trekked through high snowy peaks, mountains that deprived her of a proper oxygen source, and lack of food, all to find shelter in a strange monastic structure. The temple seemed abandoned at first, that was the deciding factor to this being her crash pad. Though, that dream was quickly dashed when she stepped further in, getting looked at with bewildering gazes by monks in prayer. That should have been the first sign she was unwelcome. the beading eyes that bore into the back of her brain. No, May only thought it would be better to try and go in further, maybe try and explain her situation. "Sorry for crashing in your pad, I just need some shelter for a bit, the storm is getting kind of bad out."
Before any response would come from the crowd the demon sat down, benign to how strange this was. They didn't get visitors very often in this neck of the woods, err mountains. Then to add on to it, it wasn't another brother in martial arts or meditation, it was some city-folk who also looked like a monster. Truly temptation came in very strange forms, this only stoked the leader of the monks to come forth. A bald man, like many of them, built like a tree with a face of cold sleeted stone, would step towards May. Approaching closer than any other dare wished. Each step he took thudded, finally getting May's attention as she was just grabbing something to eat from her pack.
"Leave, you are intruding on our prayer." The large man would speak up. "We would offer kindness if your arrival was not so auspicious, arriving on a holy day to us. We are a deep prayer to cleanse this place of evil spirits, if you are one yourself you will not fair well, if you are kind and understanding you will leave."
May would snap back, trying not to be rude. "I just need to rest for a few hours, then I can be on my way. As you can see I even have my own food so you don't have to extend any further kindness. I just need a rough during this blizzard, I'm not exactly accustomed to the cold I came here for training." He would respond back, standing more firm in his approach. "As I have said, this is a day of reverence for us, to be shared amongst me and my brothers. Any other day would be, you must find somewhere else for the night or it will interrupt the rituals. That would be a disrespect to all of those that have come before and all of those that will come after. Now I will kindly ask you one more time, to vacate our temple before I have to remove you myself."
Seemed like he was getting rather forward, but this wasn't really persuading May, in fact, more than anything it was stoking wrath. That wasn't something she liked to show, but it was a fire that bit back from the tongue. That's how started, sparked the inferno that was every mistake that followed. "Come on I just need a couple of hours I don't need the night, I didn't mean to interrupt your cruddy ritual or temp-"
"Don't you disrespect our elders in such a way!" he screamed interrupting May, he didn't wish to hurt her, but he would grab her by the wrist, grabbing the halfling to remove her vile presence from their sacred domicile. That was a mistake for everyone involved, no one would manhandle Maycair, even if she was an intruder she tried to carry herself with kindness. With the might of her small body a haymaker would follow, she struck the monk right between the eyes, on the bridge of his nose. Another quick punch would follow, it wasn't enough to knock him down but it was definitely a good stun. There wasn't time to be cocky or to gloat, his power level was starting to rise. "You littl-" This time she interrupted him, left hooking landing dead center on his chin. Each attack she took seemed to have a little skip in each step.
Though, that would be the last of her free hits. The next attack she would take would lead to the monk grabbing her hand, throwing it down, and kicking her in the chest. The strength within him blew out those around them, but that didn't stop the crowd from rushing in towards her like a wave. Some seemed to be actual waves as a few had been carrying jars of sacrificial wine, which now doused her clothing. Great now the cold would kill her even faster if she wasn't careful. Hypothermia wasn't much better to being beaten to death the last time she checked. The numbers they held were overwhelming, which did not quell the fight within. The drum of war began to beat, the warring blood with May pushing the pistons of each muscle, thumping and thudding with reckless abandon for her actual body.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!" She screamed out, throwing off a few of them, she would make three blight clones from above, commanding them to rain hell. They would fire a volley of weaker ki blasts, but for the cannon fodder, it should have been more than enough. To break a wave, to separate the feed from her new foe, if he wished to expel her from their so-called "sacred place" he would have to force her out. the two of them would rush toward one another with a ferocity unchecked. For the head priest it was an honor, for May it was to have self-respect. In a way, both were falling victims to their egos. If they could just talk, to put aside their emotions peace could have been found. That was not the case this faithful day.
As Ki blasts from her clones caused hysteria they would chase one another down, it wasn't a sage field but neither one cared. As the distance closed their eyes would lock. Earth so resolute, unyielding against an ember-filled pit, sparking growing, consuming all in the way. First, the monk landed his strike, a series of four palms towards the solar plexus. Each one carried the swiftness of clouds, the weight of a stone, the precision of a fine needle. It was breaking, he was more versed in the art of war than she could hope to be. It was almost unfair she had more power, it meant nothing if she didn't land a blow, but she would break him. She would counter, her strongest kick on the angle of the knee, snapping the leg clean in half. It could be cruel, not she had no breath so he might have well lost walking. Besides he could still hop towards her with one leg.
Funny enough, that's exactly what he did, in an almost grotesque display of skill he lept, smack May with the broken leg. Landing on the one good one he would punch her in the throat. It was downright rude at this point, she didn't want to kill him but this was slowly turning into a death match. It was the time to end this quickly, like a living bullet May head-butted his ribs. Another strike would follow, the crack and crinkle folding the head priest with each strike. It wouldn't be long until there was more of his blood on the ground than in his body. It seemed most of his men were in the same state. May didn't want to do this, to put people in this position. What pride was there to take in this, well besides looking badass. No that was the wrong way to think, her power was to protect people. Real strength would be to learn control, to learn how not to do this again. "I need to be better, I have to be better if I don't want to end up like them. This is my life, not theirs, I am not their weapon I am a person." It was strange to be saying that over dying men, so she left her food and water with them. It was time for this training excursion to end.
wc: 1,530
Wearing heavy weighted clothes, 50- pl 50%+ xp gains
KI: 18,716/2 = 9,358
