The PEAK of Physical Performance [Regulus] Nov 6, 2019 10:22:12 GMT -6
Post by Safe on Nov 6, 2019 10:22:12 GMT -6
Starting PL: 22,290
Having recovered from the pain she'd recently went through, Safe had swayed the elements temporarily in her favour. Not the literal elements per say, more like luck, really. Whether good or bad really depended, while she might believe dangerous mountains meant bountiful Dragon Balls, the hard facts was it just didn't quite work out that way. In fact, at the foot of the mountain she was assaulted by a torrential gust of winds for starters. Even she at her impressive strength was nearly pushed back, raising an arm in front of herself to keep the wind from blowing into her face and eyes while carrying little bits of debris. She didn't seek to be blinded by weather, she'd probably kill herself in rage from such a thing. Even if that reason was because that'd be so pathetic she couldn't live with herself anymore.
Yet persevering onwards the Gray Saiyan Hybrid would begin to make some headway. Though with each step forward, things seemed to almost supernaturally get worse. The sky continued to darken as heavy clouds formed overhead and the winds gradually picked up. At first it was nothing really to worry about, a breeze that flushed right over the skin. However as she progressed upwards it got to be incredibly annoying, the wind no matter which direction she moved, so long as that direction was upwards with any progress came almost equal winds attempting to push her back. Why did this mountain want her gone so bad? While she made it out to be some weather phenomena, even if it was supernatural she'd only attribute it to Earth trying to hide the Dragon Balls! She would let nothing and no one stand in her way to get them! And if they did, she'd pummel them into a breathing pulp!
Unless they beat her up first. Totally possible, mhm.
There came a point during her upwards ascent where things truly took a turn for the worse. The clouds began to let loose tons of snow, cascading down in heavy blankets that made the upwards ascent all the more annoying as her thermal aura needed to tediously burn through a foot of snow around her steps so she didn't get soggy and wet feet. Given the reduced speeds and having to stand against the annoying wind like a pylon, things only got more and more annoying. She could feel the restraints snapping on her cool. One at a time, especially when every time she breathed she just got a nippy gust of cold air chilling her mouth, making her not even want to breathe period let along in the deep breaths she normally used to properly relax herself. This was looking bad. With a twitching eye, her attention started to dart around her from the various peaks and ridges that ascended the mountain. What she was looking for? Some sort of cave she could temporarily take shelter in to get her cool and return to normal.
Though the futility of such a thing was positively laughable. To really believe she could maintain her anger for that long was just as absurd as believing you can find all seven Dragon Balls by sheer luck alone. She only got a couple meters forward before the final restraint snapped and she just started to scream. Her head took a deep dive into problem peninsula, conjuring mountains out of molehills. The smallest things started to fuel her rage like oxygen to a fire. The biting cold wind, the resistance of that same wind as she walked forward. The mere fact that deep down she truly understood how futile this search was but seemed to be hopelessly committed to climbing a mountain for absolutely no reason other than to confirm her own assumption that nothing was here. She started to sprint forward, a fiery trail blaze forming in her wake along with melted snow that ran off various ridges. In fact, it was so hectic that the wave of kicked up snow went upwards of fifteen meters high and triggered an avalanche! With the entire peak she was at rumbling with the intensity of the cascading sheets of snow, the rage-filled hulk of a woman plowed through wave after wave of natural force that would crush a normal person. Quite literally fighting the mountain itself, she came to a standstill as the bulk of the snow hit her. Standing straight in place and flashing out fists like a blur, she with sheer force parted the seas of snow to either side of herself, sending snowy mist flying down the mountains to either side of her.
Though honestly, she was having a hard enough time remembering where she was. Even with that tiny subconscious thought, in reality the Rage Gene Safe started to turn around and stare at the environment with heavy breaths. She nearly foamed from the mouth, eyes red with destructive intent. It was a 'Safe' bet that if anything moved, she'd find a reason to blame her rage on it. Thankfully, nothing did. In fact, that pesky storm had even stopped when she'd gotten so muscular that she was more manly than feminine during her transformation. The conditions for a rare, natural return to calm were set for the first time in a while. So with nothing to lash out on and destroy, Safe let out a long whistle of air as her body practically deflated.
Arms hanging at both her sides, the not normal proportioned woman just tiredly stared down at the top of a snowy peak she stood on. The way the snow hugged her feet and made them sweat was pissing her off. Why couldn't she just blow everything up and die. She couldn't even recall the last five minutes in detail, only recalling things as if multiple frames were selected of a feature length film to describe it in full. She just... Slowly dropped onto her bottom, her thermal aura melting and then evaporating the moisture to give her a small secluded dry spot to rest.
'Why does everything have to suck?' She thought.