Day Five: Early Morning

[Kami]

The old Namek limped along, appearing more suited to bell ringing duty than being a competetor in a tournamnet. He dragged his survival bag along with him, sheer determination drove him onward. He needed to fight someone, and it needed to be big. He still had to prove to himself that he wasn't washed up, that the flame that burned inside him still raged on with the same intensity as before.

Now his only problem was going to be fighting. He knew how to fight, he had the skills and experience to go out and prove to himself once and for all he is a warrior, and a damn good one at that. But his injury severely impaired his physical abilities, the pain was constant and his once intimidating stance and prowess was now thrown to the wayside as he limped around looking like a hunchback.

He was angry with himself, for allowing this injury to impeed his progress. He did what he could to not beat himself up over it though; there a good number of people on the island seeking to do the exact same to the Namekian. He decided it was best at this point to just keep moving. No sense in dragging things out any longer than he had to. Unless it meant some of the other players picking one another off. With the latest announcement they were down a few more fighters. This is getting interesting...