05-25-2006, 05:31 AM
The konat was pretty surprised by the strength the old namek. It mattered not, anymore. Although, his back was in a bit of pain as he sprinted away. His right hand gripped the bag holding his supplies. With every step, small tremor of pain filled his nerves, causing a small gimp. Soon enough when sprinting, though, the pain started to subside.
Some way to start out. As soon as we start I'm getting my ass kicked...
Tapion criticized himself as he kept in his stride. His red hair blew slightly back in the air resistance as he moved. The pain was starting to go away, he only hoped it wouldn't come back to him. The konat was slightly amused by his main opponent, though. The old namekian had a sense of humor and a sense of honor, it was something the mohawked warrior had rarely seen.
Thoughts ran through his mind as he moved casually, now. His pace was steady and his strides were long and more relaxed and less of trying to get away and more of moving into a different area. As he moved, the lengthy right hand moved infront of his body and with his opposite hand, he reached in, pulling out the map and holding it out as he made his way forward. Dark eyes scanned the area for a landmark that resmbles something on the map. Then he saw buildings and compared them to part of the map and figured that was where he was.
Thinking he knew where he was going, his pace seemed to quicken, covering much ground within little time. The sun, still rising from it's early morning start, hung over the horizon, giving an orange-reddish glow which continued to lighten up as he moved and time passed. His strides shortened and he slowed to a walk to keep from wearing himself out.
"No use in getting tired already, this could be a long day..."
The konat continued his journey by a relaxed walk, the pain in his back had subsided. He needed to find his brother.
Some way to start out. As soon as we start I'm getting my ass kicked...
Tapion criticized himself as he kept in his stride. His red hair blew slightly back in the air resistance as he moved. The pain was starting to go away, he only hoped it wouldn't come back to him. The konat was slightly amused by his main opponent, though. The old namekian had a sense of humor and a sense of honor, it was something the mohawked warrior had rarely seen.
Thoughts ran through his mind as he moved casually, now. His pace was steady and his strides were long and more relaxed and less of trying to get away and more of moving into a different area. As he moved, the lengthy right hand moved infront of his body and with his opposite hand, he reached in, pulling out the map and holding it out as he made his way forward. Dark eyes scanned the area for a landmark that resmbles something on the map. Then he saw buildings and compared them to part of the map and figured that was where he was.
Thinking he knew where he was going, his pace seemed to quicken, covering much ground within little time. The sun, still rising from it's early morning start, hung over the horizon, giving an orange-reddish glow which continued to lighten up as he moved and time passed. His strides shortened and he slowed to a walk to keep from wearing himself out.
"No use in getting tired already, this could be a long day..."
The konat continued his journey by a relaxed walk, the pain in his back had subsided. He needed to find his brother.