Day Three: Afternoon

[Minoshia]

The words of Karl Jak?s mouth echoed in his mind, it would have been better for him if the announcer mistook him for dead. Now they all knew he had survived, and the chance that they would come back for him was better then ever. He would be ready, he wouldn?t be able to fight at the level he could have previously, mainly due to his foot, so he would get to work building numerous items, fortifying his stronghold.

Now that The Konat had the new map in hand, he knew which sides he had to cover. Luckily, he had fortified a position that wasn?t too difficult to defend. The prince began to move around, using his incredibly fortitude and determination to bulldoze his body forward, through the ridiculous injuries his body had sustained. He doubted if years ago, even months ago, he would have the mental ability to ignore the pain and push his body past the setbacks that he had been forced to experience. His brother dying, his body being demolished, his friends trying to kill him. He wanted to face them, he wanted to face them all and ask them what they would do. What that fuck would they do if their brother died and there were four men standing around his corpse, with no one else there to do the deed. They would have all done the same thing. Fuckin? Hypocrites.

It was the first time he looked at what he had done in this aspect, his face glowing with pride. He let himself bask in the glory of what he had done. Fuck them all for not seeing his reasoning, Let them come. He would be ready.

The Konat looked out at the tree formations before him. The gateway to his stronghold would definitely be the rock; any way they came they would have to get to him through the rock. There were numerous amounts of trees, very close in proximity to each other, surrounding the rock and the surrounding areas. His boundary had to be small, had to be tight enough for one man to defend. Five small energy balls charged at each finger of his right hand, and three small energy balls formed at each finder that remained on his left hand. The weak bolts shot into the basins of the eight trees in the center of what the Konat had chosen as his perimeter. The timbering oaks began to tilt, falling in every direction. Minoshia watched them, before diving behind the rock. There was no need to risk safety, especially when the attacker was a bunch of falling trees.

What was left was the rock formation in the front, and several trees wrapping in a circular perimeter, starting at the rock and creating the walls, wrapping backwards and behind Minoshia. Grabbing the fallen trees, he began to drag them, laying the first one horizontally between the stone and the first tree, and the second from the first tree to the second. Cutting most of the logs in half, stacking them on top of each other and using the saplings to hold each other in place, soon his fort was beginning to take shape.

Collapsing in pain, Minoshia grabbed his limp foot and slid his way over to the rock, leaning his back against it and looking at his handy work. He had managed to build a circular wall, around five feet in height. He could see over the wall, but not by a lot. Reaching into the bag he had left on the ground, the prince grabbed the loaf of bread and ate the rest of it, washing it down with one swig of water. He would have to find more food for dinner, more then likely something small, like a squirrel.

After resting for quite a long time, The Konat stood up and put his buttocks on the rock, slinging his legs over the side of it so he was facing the other side. Reaching back he grabbed his crutch and began walking forwards into the woods. Five feet away from his camp, he knelt softly on the ground, pressing his hand so the side of his palm was the vertical segment of a ninety-degree angle formed with the ground. The energy glowed in his hand slowly, before rocketing off, skidding across the ground in a long Ki Beam before it struck a tree. As the smoke cleared, Minoshia saw his first trench. That?ll slow ?em down.

The Prince smiled as he went off in *his* forest, walking around in close proximity to the fort, using his energy to make more trenches, and pitfalls. Covering the pitfalls with twigs and leaves, hoping his attacks would fall through and he would be able to shoot them down from his stronghold.

After his traps were built, the Dark Prince simply crutched back to his fort, hopping over the rock he landed on the other side. He muffled his screams with his mouth, landing on his foot and watching it wiggle in tremendous pain, the bandage held strong however, and he didn?t collapse. It was the first sign of victory he had seen in this battle against his body. He was renewed with confidence.

?Let those fuckers come, let ?em all come.? His eyes glowed with more hate then he had felt in a long time, his rage had fully awakened. He felt like it was time for a kill. Images of his brother flashed in his find, imagining all the different ways those awful people could have killed him, slicing his throat. They called him a coward because he poisoned a member; they slit his brother?s throat! They were the Fuckin? cowards. Minoshia growled, turning to face the rock, peering out into the forest and watching.