Post by Gnash on Feb 20, 2017 19:34:25 GMT
Aldan Temple: A sanctuary for tutelage, guidance, training, and hospitality for any being willing to accept such luxuries. While mainly a focal point for the Namekian race, just about any patron in need of assistance was welcome inside of the temple’s walls. Inside, the individuals in question would find themselves among a green mass. Several Elder Namekians could be found at the helm of this “ship”, offering a haven for those wishing to delve deeper into the spiritual side of training. A plethora of Warrior-caste Namekians, both initiated and in training, also take up residence within the temple, for a strong mind could only be contained within a strong body. They offered the physical training required for the path to success.
With the two bodies working together in tandem, they created a steady flow that over the course of time has bred incredible warriors to aid in whichever cause they so choose. However, the current flow of students has since dwindled to a handful with the only active pupils seeking such graces being Namekians from Moori Village. For the rather bitter and grumpy Warrior-caste General Bassoo, this was hardly enough. At least for his personal tastes. He was hungry for more. He was also smart enough to know that the Namekians weren’t the only race to actively produce capable fighters. The world was a big place, filled with a copious amount of heads to turn towards their ways and fall in line with the Aldan Temple training.
With several other Warrior-Caste leaders behind his back and a couple of months worth of pestering and convincing, he managed to craft and event that would not only shed some light on their “business”, but would also gift him with the able bodied barbarians he so desperately desired.
Branded as the “Aldan Auditions”, General Bassoo and his band of acolytes manufactured fliers which were placed on telephone poles and buildings all across East City. The fliers advertised “Free Training and Guidance”, and also something else about the “chance of a lifetime.” Opportunities to train with some of the best warriors on the planet was also thrown in there a few times. It wasn’t the most professional and it certainly wasn’t winning any award for being ‘humble’, but it got the job done. It provided an intriguing opening for any martial artist with an interest for testing their skills and abilities. The stage was set, the “actors” just needed to make their move.
--- Inside Aldan Temple. ---
“Kyah! Whoouf! Hyuh, hyuh! HYUHYUHYUHYUHYUHYUHYUHYUH!” A green and pink blur whizzed past Tooba’s head as the Warrior-Caste Namekian swayed from right-to-left, easily dodging each and every strike that was thrown his way with a confident smirk. The attacker, grunting and grumbling under his breath with each punch, was the young Namekian Gnash. A warrior-in-training, he was steadfast in his aggressive approach, refusing to let his elder produce any sort of offense for as long as he had the breath to launch a strike.
“Gnash-kun, your stance is far too wide, and your strikes are far too slow.” The wrinkled slug commented as he continued to dodge Gnash’s onslaught. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat from the training session so far, and the two had been going at it for at least twenty minutes.
“Swofof! Hyuhhyuhyuhyuh!” The golden gleam in Gnash’s eyes shined forth with a lick of determination that could not be shaken. With every thrust, Gnash could feel his knuckles wavering closer and closer to Tooba’s cheek, and at one point he swore he could feel the tip of his middle knuckle just glance off the Namekian’s cheekbone. A confident grin plastered itself to Gnash’s lips. Soon enough, Tooba would be backed against the temple walls with no where else to run, and that’s when he would strike. Like a cobra, he would slither in and unleash a devastating-...
Or he could fail miserably as he just had. Fed up with the current circumstance he found himself in, Tooba simply raised his right arm and jumped into the air, driving his elbow into the back of Gnash’s neck, causing the seven-foot-eight Namekian to crash face first in the dirt with a thunderous clonk, which surely would have caught the attention of those around them.
“Another flaw I find I must point out is your penchant for constant offense. You put absolutely no effort into your defense, leaving yourself wide open for any attack. If you do not find a healthy balance, you are going to tip the scale and end up.. Well, like this!” A gleeful chuckle passed Tooba’s lips as he knelt down and pat his pupil on the back. Gnash was still laid out on the floor, a large red welt forming on the back of his neck, right near his nape.
“You idiot.. He’s right! I got too caught up in trying to hit him that I forgot to make sure HE couldn’t hit ME.”
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LEVEL: 1 --- STAMINA 5/5 --- @cornatto BERYL ROARKE
Just to flavor PL, Gnash is at 330 PL.
