Repairing the Broken [Training] Oct 7, 2018 23:38:14 GMT -6
Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Oct 7, 2018 23:38:14 GMT -6
Rebuilding the Broken
Xanathrozza Guar - 13,300
Dojo and x50 Gravity Activated!
Current Dojo Gains - 10%
On the Spaceship Vocado had lent Xana, the aforementioned Saiyaness stood in the training chambers of the ship, which formed a large enough circle for her body to move around freely. Xana had been preparing for her training with Ramen and Nashua today, running around the ship with her gravity set to fifty times that of Earth’s gravity. It was a sheer increase when Xana had first started, but now she could move around almost as well as she could on Vegeta.
The first hour of her warm up, Xana had spent it on motion and learning to adjust. It started with a simple walk to understand the force needed to maneuver. After that, it was basic martial artist warm ups. The False Queen moved forward four steps, interchanging between offensive and defensive stances, turning to the left, then repeating that pattern with new movements. It was a simple process, but it got her into shape quickly. Before long, Xna was fighting as if she were back in her military days. Focused, fighting with murderous intent in every strike. If Ramen was forcing her to be there, then she might as well prove herself in that.
By the time it was nine in the morning, Xana was drenched in sweat, moving about the ship with killer speed. The once silent and awkward Engineer was flying around the ship, beating on a training dummy that had broken off it’s rack and was now just a ragdoll with sturdy beads. The girl kicked the bag into the air, disappearing from the average humans site, just to appear suddenly and jam an elbow into the bag. The False Queen followed it around bouncing back and forth between the walls, spiking it, high kicking it, throwing it around, as if she was encased in rage. The last strike Xana made on the back was a kick aimed for the dead center of the bag, with a hint of ki mixed into the strike to increase its impact. When the bag shot away from her kick, it hit against the wall and burst into a flutter of stuffing across the room.
Panting from her over exhaustion, Xana gently flew to the floor, landing on a knee. She was in her training outfit, rather than her depressed uniform she had been wearing more often these days. Now, she had on a sports bra, tights, and whatever was underneath. Her bear feet glew red from the blows against the bag and her forehead was drenched in sweat. Hopefully, Ramen would see her potential and let her go with just that, but seeing as Xana’s power never seemed to increase much anymore, she set a reminder in the back of her mind that there was a more than likely chance Ramen would only triple what she just did.