Day Five: Morning

[Kami]

Kami let out another quiet sigh. He'd taken out one of the other fighters, but it was hardly a fight. The little fighter was a wreck from the earlier large scale scuffle that had occured and was not the fight the Namekian had been looking for. Although a complete mess, the blue colored fighter had been dragging along a ki machine gun which Kami made sure to get a hand on and drag along with his own belongings. He held tight to it with one hand, hoping maybe it would keep away the trouble makers until he could find a fight worthy of his time.


He still didn't feel vindicated for his entrance into the tournament, and at least he still had a chance to prove that he really was one of the best - if not the best fighter on that condemned island.

He wished he had run into better circumstances throughout the entire tournamnet. He ended up in a big group, which turned out to be a big mistake. He had avoided groups for a couple days but it was getting to be boring and not a true test of his skills. At least this way, hurt or not, he was out searching for a fight. There was another search going on at the same time, deep within. He needed to find if he reallly did have the will power, determination and drive to continue on with the tournament. To continue on with the mentallity of winning as well, not just to survive. He was going to turn this whole thing on his ass, and in the end, stand tall, literally or otherwise, above the rest.

His confidence was once shattered and blown away by the wind. He had become complacient and dull. No longer, he was here to prove to nobody other than himself that he is a warrior, an incredible warrior, and nothing else mattered. It was all just a matter of time before he had a chance.


OOC: Yeah, I'm taking the ki machine gun