“I know you’ve heard it a thousand times before. But it’s true- hard work pays off. If you want to be good you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don’t love something, then don’t do it.” –Ray Bradbury.
Cyril appeared on Namek out of his normal uniform of Seraph robes. He was in his original coat and top hat. Cyril stood in the middle of a vast plain, dotted with water. He had come to hone his skills until they were so sharp no one could oppose him, even if he was crippled or otherwise incapacitated. Cyril breathed in deeply with his eyes closed and smiled. It had been quite awhile since he had had some alone time to practice. “This will be fun” Cyril grinned as his aura burst around him and he powered up.
Cyril decided to start out with one of his first techniques he had learned, Ki Fist, to get warmed up. Then he would segue into the more advanced forms of it: Ki Sword, Ki Shield, and Ki Mirror. Cyril raised his fist and almost immediately it glowed with ki. Cyril punched a few times and then spun around with a roundhouse kick and brought up his other fist, now glowing with ki as well, and began jabbing with both hands alternatively. Cyril finished with a dizzyingly fast flurry of ki charged punches. His arms looked like glowing blurs of PAIN. Cyril stopped, and at this point, both of his forearms were giving off enough ki to kill a man.
Cyril raised both of his hands to the sky and quickly ripped them down, seemingly pulling swords of ki from his sleeves. Cyril sank into a lower stance with his swords horizontal in front of him. After a moment of perfect stillness, Cyril struck out quickly. He launched himself into a whirlwind of spins and slashes and stabs. Cyril struck down imaginary targets with extreme precision and speed until all an observer could see was a glowing dome of white ki whipping around the field. Cyril’s speed caused the long grass around him to bend to the ground. After just a minute of this flurried ki sword attacks, Cyril stopped and every blade of grass in the area was cut to the same length.
Cyril held his swords directly in front of him vertically and they dissipated into the cold air. Cyril’s ki flared around him and solidified into a shield attached to his arm. Cyril wasn’t actually too sure how to train with a shield without an enemy. So, instead of hunting down an enemy or sparring partner (he knew no one could match his strength), he just switched between Ki Shield and Ki Mirror by refining the ki in his shield. Not much improvement to be made here, Cyril decided.
Cyril bounced a bit and thought for a moment about his next moves. He figured he might as well finish off his melee attacks so he can focus on specialized ki attacks. Cyril sank into the beginning stance of the Wolf Fang Fist technique. Cyril really took a moment to channel his inner wolf here. Not those puny Earth wolves, but the mighty night wolves on Heaven. He imagined the wolves running along the indigo plains and how their harmony gave them strength. It was a very solemn moment in which Cyril felt truly one with the wolves. With a mighty shout Cyril performed the Wolf Fang Fist.
Immediately following the Wolf Fang Fist, Cyril smoothly moved into the beginning form for the Soaring Dragon Strike. He really felt that dragon building up inside of him. He imagined all the dragons he had seen. Shenron (or Shenlong, depends.) which his long, long, so very long body. Herminos, his sort of kind of son and his long, Western style dragon body. Cyril imagined Porungas or whatever his name was, with his oddly humanoid body. Like what was up with him? Freak. Cyril channeled these dragon’s power and form and performed the Soaring Dragon Strike. To really make it effective, when Cyril did the uppercut he flew upwards to make it more powerful.
Cyril came down on the ground hard and created a divot in the ground by accident. He made a mental check list of his techniques and found he was out of stamina based attacks to work with. Cyril grinned, now came the fun parts! Cyril started small and went with the Galick Gun first. “Galick Gun FIIIRRE!” Cyril shouted. A huge pink beam tore from the air right in front of him instead of originating from his hands. Not good enough, Cyril thought. “Galick Gun FIRE!” Cyril shouted again. This time a thin, super-condensed Galick Gun beam flickered into existence and looked almost like a Death Beam. It ripped through the air and thunder rolled. Better.
Cyril moved on to the Pillars of Ki technique he created. Just for a spot of fun before he finished with the hardest to master of his techniques. Cyril raised a single hand to the sky. An orb of white ki floated above his hand. Cyril poured tons of ki into this orb, but instead of getting bigger, it got smaller as it condensed itself with a loud whistling noise. Air visibly spun into the attack, attracted by the extreme density of the attack. Cyril released it into the air and the tiny ball disappeared. Cyril smiled savagely as pillars of ki smashed into the ground with extreme forces. He was careful not to let it destroy the planet.
Cyril now turned to the Nova Explosion, a move that resulted from the biological flaws of his body. Cyril’s ki crackled liked electricity around him and Cyril flinched. He poured his energy into it and his ki whipped around him uncontrollably. A 10 foot crater was burned around him and with a wild screech Cyril forced the energy from his body and directed it into space. Thunder roared as the beam broke the sound barrier. Cyril slouched, exhausted, and gave himself a mental pat on the back for a good training session.
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