Post by Romanus on Nov 10, 2019 5:01:44 GMT -8
Junkyard training (Part 1)
"I was just a Saiyan thug, but now I take the path of our ancestors,
the path of the Saiyan Warrior. Now I become death,
ravager of worlds!"
(Oolong City Junkyard)
Romanus looked at the target in front of him spray painted with a red happy face on the rusted sheet metal, in fact the saiyan had spray pained many various items in the junk hard with red happy faces turning the neglected place into his own training course the best the fighter could manege having no master to train with or guide him he would make do.
"Alright, it will be too easy if I just shoot them now" He said hanging his trench coat on on a pole sticking out of the ground revealing his Saiyan chest armor underneath as well as his side arm blaster. Rom got an idea looking at the snaking paths through the labyrinth of junk and then looked at his watch. He began to set a timer a thinking of doing some running around the place to get him warmed up as well as to make it harder to shoot at the targets with his body strained.
"Right, so I will just warm up, then run a few laps around this trash heap, that should get my blood pumping" the Saiyan said throwing a straight left punch through the air and then shifting his weight lifting throwing an arching roundhouse kick into a summer salt backwards tell he pushed his hands throwing him high into the air landing on car smashing in the roof that was sitting high on a trash pile right side up his boots imprinted into the crumpled metal.
The Saiyan warrior threw out a burst of punches trying to balance on the uneven metal surface of the smashed car making the footwork a bit more challenging, a right hook cut the air, then another burst of left jabs into a physical barrage he then ducked down moved a bit forward and exploded upward with an uppercut that set him off balance with the crushed car as he started to fall.
"Oh shit!" He growled gritting his teeth as he was falling with the car down the slop of the junk heap, so much for a warm up before the sprint as he looked to be surfing down the metal rubble on top of the car out of control.
Word Count: 544
Total Word Count: 544
Writers Comments:
"I was just a Saiyan thug, but now I take the path of our ancestors,
the path of the Saiyan Warrior. Now I become death,
ravager of worlds!"
Episode Details:
Episode 05: Junkyard Training (Open)
Personal Saga: Saiyan Warrior Rising
Locations: Oolong City
Characters: Romanus (PC)
Next Episode: ---> WIP
Last Episode: <--- N/A
Prologue: With Romanus now technically unemployed working with his new Saiyan allies he has plenty of time for training. The thug Saiyan is no slouch having trained with his parents in traditional Saiyan fighting as well as the Avado Clan's criminal ways. To improve his ability to hit targets and stamina the Saiyan has found the Oolong City junkyard a good spot to train for the moment. The Saiyan begins his training with utilizing his fighting style shooting ki and also his sidearm blaster, while moving, dashing and exerting himself trying to simulate real combat. But will Rom's crude forms of training pay off?
(Oolong City Junkyard)
Romanus looked at the target in front of him spray painted with a red happy face on the rusted sheet metal, in fact the saiyan had spray pained many various items in the junk hard with red happy faces turning the neglected place into his own training course the best the fighter could manege having no master to train with or guide him he would make do.
"Alright, it will be too easy if I just shoot them now" He said hanging his trench coat on on a pole sticking out of the ground revealing his Saiyan chest armor underneath as well as his side arm blaster. Rom got an idea looking at the snaking paths through the labyrinth of junk and then looked at his watch. He began to set a timer a thinking of doing some running around the place to get him warmed up as well as to make it harder to shoot at the targets with his body strained.
"Right, so I will just warm up, then run a few laps around this trash heap, that should get my blood pumping" the Saiyan said throwing a straight left punch through the air and then shifting his weight lifting throwing an arching roundhouse kick into a summer salt backwards tell he pushed his hands throwing him high into the air landing on car smashing in the roof that was sitting high on a trash pile right side up his boots imprinted into the crumpled metal.
(Romanus)
The Saiyan warrior threw out a burst of punches trying to balance on the uneven metal surface of the smashed car making the footwork a bit more challenging, a right hook cut the air, then another burst of left jabs into a physical barrage he then ducked down moved a bit forward and exploded upward with an uppercut that set him off balance with the crushed car as he started to fall.
"Oh shit!" He growled gritting his teeth as he was falling with the car down the slop of the junk heap, so much for a warm up before the sprint as he looked to be surfing down the metal rubble on top of the car out of control.
Word Count: 544
Total Word Count: 544
Writers Comments: