Day Three: Early Morning

[Kami]

The pain rioted through his back. He didn't know where he was or what exactly had just happened, but he did know that he bumped into an old friend. The Namekian was rolling around in the dirt, spasms rippling through his broken back. Nearby was a familiar looking bottle.

"Jack!" Kami spoke the name of his former partner, but was quickly silenced by another wave of pain, his words turned to grunts. He wasn't even sure if he would be walking anytime soon, he was really just laying on his back in the dirt someplace, a few bottles of rum and a worthless comb at arms reach. He tucked the comb into his back pocket. It could be useful somehow.

The rum burned his throat on the way down. Slowly a warm feeling began to grow within his chest. The pain in his back began to fade, but it was only temporary. The rum might numb the pain, but he'd need to find a way to keep moving. He dragged himself off into the shelter of some trees and brush, his face almost permanently etched in agony.

I'm really starting to hate these damned tournaments...

He slowly made his way out of sight and lay flat on his back. Burter hit him hard, his jaw was still reeling from the hit he took. I wonder what the hell he's doing here... Another wave of pain shot through his back and into the rest of his body. His legs twitched this time. Either that was a useless spasm or my legs are still good...

Ever so slightly the old Namekian moved his feet around. Then he pulled each leg up to his chest.. They still worked, but now the test would be to see how he could stand. He used a nearby tree and made his way up to his knees. He kept one hand on his back as the pain roared it's ugly head again. He was limping badly as he stood up, bracing himself against the tree. He couldn't stand up straight either. The back injury was totally debilitating. He wasn't sure how he would continue on with the tournament. With a deep sigh he picked up his effects and limping the whole way wandered deep into the woods...