Post by Drake on Sept 29, 2020 11:21:02 GMT -6
COLD DAY IN HECK
Drake's PL: 80,000 (x2P Smolder) | Items: Devil Lamp
Drake's PL: 80,000 (x2P Smolder) | Items: Devil Lamp
Keeping his powers in check helped conceal the Tatsuryu Family and their general misdeeds from the watchful eye of Earth's defenders. So as long as they seemed to be a generic non-threatening organization, they'd be safe. Yet at the same time letting his skills rust and dull to an edge unable to cut was not an option either. In times like these Drake traveled far into the wilderness, alone, to let loose with his flames. Nobody could fault someone for training in an out of the way place, after all. It's not like his power was particularly impressive anymore. Plenty of people, good and bad, were capable of blowing up entire planets with a single attack and Drake honestly doubted if he could level a city in any short amount of time at his maximum. It left a golden sweet-spot of sorts where he was strong enough to crush his normal opposition, but not strong enough to attract the attention of the big fish.
Mt. Frappe was an interesting place to test his skills. Legends said the place was constantly beset by snowstorms and temperatures so low that stray strands of fire froze midair. All a bit incredulous for a natural mountain, but with all he'd seen recently in the realm of magic Drake didn't put it past the realm of possibility. Maintaining a strong and constant flame in this environment would be good training for stamina and control. Destructive force wasn't as important given that most people he fought were either way under or over his league. At first, the place didn't seem like much. The skies were clear and sunny ahead, with no hint of the ravaging storms that supposedly swept through. Perhaps he'd picked a bad day for weather, or perhaps such tales were simply an exaggeration.
Yet as soon as he stepped foot on the winding path up to the first plateau, all Hell broke loose. Like magic, a sudden outburst of snow and wind whipped up around him, Drake's fiery aura igniting in response to the rapidly dropping temperature. "The fu-!?" How was this even possible! One second the entire place was clear and the next he was getting pelted by a hailstorm!? Whatever. This gave him a chance to start his training early, if nothing else! With a pulse of energy the boy pushed back against the encroaching cold, creating a visible area of heat around himself. Every snowflake or chunk of hail that touched the zone was melted and then evaporated in the span of a second, and with every step the permafrost coated grass withered and curled. Oh well. All he had to do was hike to the top!
Mt. Frappe was an interesting place to test his skills. Legends said the place was constantly beset by snowstorms and temperatures so low that stray strands of fire froze midair. All a bit incredulous for a natural mountain, but with all he'd seen recently in the realm of magic Drake didn't put it past the realm of possibility. Maintaining a strong and constant flame in this environment would be good training for stamina and control. Destructive force wasn't as important given that most people he fought were either way under or over his league. At first, the place didn't seem like much. The skies were clear and sunny ahead, with no hint of the ravaging storms that supposedly swept through. Perhaps he'd picked a bad day for weather, or perhaps such tales were simply an exaggeration.
Yet as soon as he stepped foot on the winding path up to the first plateau, all Hell broke loose. Like magic, a sudden outburst of snow and wind whipped up around him, Drake's fiery aura igniting in response to the rapidly dropping temperature. "The fu-!?" How was this even possible! One second the entire place was clear and the next he was getting pelted by a hailstorm!? Whatever. This gave him a chance to start his training early, if nothing else! With a pulse of energy the boy pushed back against the encroaching cold, creating a visible area of heat around himself. Every snowflake or chunk of hail that touched the zone was melted and then evaporated in the span of a second, and with every step the permafrost coated grass withered and curled. Oh well. All he had to do was hike to the top!
