Day One: Early Morning

[Retane]

(OOC:I ain't dead yet!)

The warrior laid upon the sea of grassas the warrior began to stir. He had collapsed not long after the short battle.. The sun had begun to rise as the namek came to his senses. He rose to a seated position wincing at his movements. He gazed down at his body noticing the the partially charred clothing and blackened skin. His clothing had softened the effect of the flames but he knew the battle wounds would effect his movements.

Retane slowly and painfully stood up. He looked around, catching sight of the battlefield and could only give off a simple smirk. Not even a day into the tournament and he had his taste of adventure. Though, that taste had him hooked. He wanted more. The taste of danger and playing the part of a god sent a rush of excitement throughout his body.

In all technicallity, he wasn't actually sending his foes to the afterlife. He was only eliminating them from the tournament.

The warrior warrior walked over to a thick patch of trees and bushes. With each movement he was reminded of his recent battle. He desired to rest and hide from the mocking sun. It always seemed brightest during it's dreaded rising. But oh how it gloomed when it fell.

Pushing his way to hide and recover, the warrior collected a few vines and huge leaves. When he found a secluded spot and perfect resting area, which let no ray of sun pass through the canopy, the warrior went to work. He ripped a peice of his worn vest and wipped the light velvet colored ooze that flowed from the wounds. He then proceeded to double wrapp the huge leaves around his first degree burns and tie them on with the vines. The vines would increase the pain now, but would lessen it later. The leaves would offer some small ammount of protection in fiuture engagements. After his wounds were dressed the warrior leaned against a tree. He reached into his bag and pulled out a canteen of water.

After quenching his thirst, the namek closed his eyes to rest... to think... and to strategize.