Zanko sighed and nodded as he followed after Leo. As they walked he moved towards trees and began to pull on strong branches to make sure he had a good footing. He pulled on one hard enough to break it off the tree as he smiled at the feeling. "Man, that was a rush." (7/10)
He soon spotted a loose large rock and picked it up to train with it. He was doing a few standing lifts with the rock, making sure he got the handle on it. As he continued to lift it up continuously, he felt himself get even stronger. (8/10)
Zanko kept the heavy large rock and began to walk alongside Leo for now. He was making sure his legs would get used to the weight of dead weight, especially from a large rock. As they walked along, Zanko felt a bit faster and walked on ahead of Leo, using the dry land for a bit. (9/10)
Zanko soon moved into the marsh's muddy terrain as he began to train on the same movement as Leo did. He walked on with the rock on his back, the mudding resisting his feet and pushing back at him. Zanko managed to force his feet to the ground the mud covered while walking along with Leo. Zanko felt a surge of power and smiled as he threw the rock away now. "That's much better." (10/10 Stage 2 Learned.)
Technique Training ~{x}: Stage 2 | Boxing | 7/10 Posts {Running} ~{x}: Stage 1 | Eight Drunken Gods | 5/6 Posts {Adombinal Muscles || I will RP out the specific required training before full completion, } ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
"Show off."
Smirking in spite of his amused words Leo himself would brandish a shrug before deciding to roll with the flow. The kid didn't have a bad idea when it came to abusing ones physical body, which was something Leo could admire in a person. He was aware that running was necessary for his boxing, which the drunken style required intense abdominal training to support the unorthodox technique. Sprinting off the path to find some other slightly larger spherical or jar shaped rock Leo would lean his frame back slightly to rest the miniature boulder on his sculpted muscular midsection. Using his hands to prevent it from slipping to either side Leo would support his upper body, and the rock on his ab's in an attempt to continue jogging high knee'd through the marshy terrain. { Stage 2/1 | Boxing/Drunken | 5/10 | 3/6 }
Venturing back towards Zanko Leo would sway his awkward weighted approach to appear as if an impact was imminent. Rolling the rock around his previously injured hips with a slight grimace at the pain at the critical moment to carry his momentum to avoid contact before resting it back on his stomach in his previous tilted stance. Careful not to tilt back too far he'd constantly adjust the weight with every weightless foot fall moment. { Stage 2/1 | Boxing/Drunken | 6/10 | 4/6 }
This manner of training proving well timed with his nearly completely empty stomach which he would treat soon enough when they got back. Even when not advancing forward Leo would retain his high knee'd jog before rolling the boulder around onto the small of his back with his hands positioned to roll it further up while leaning forward to support the weight. Establishing a better proportion of weight now he'd manage to sprint even faster with the area that marked the transition from the Hiking path and the marsh environment nearing up ahead. { Stage 2/1 | Boxing/Drunken | 7/10 | 5/6 }
"I'll catch up to ya here in a bit." Zanko told him as he moved on ahead as he took down a few large branches. He wanted to make sure he was getting the moves down as he did have a book to help. He first wanted to start on his legs and with that, he put two large branches together in a cross before he got his back onto a dry part of the marsh. (1/5)
This was the first part he wanted to try and get right as he moved underneath the bottom point of the vertical branch before he placed his legs on the horizontal one. "Alright.....here we go." He told himself before he applied pressure with his legs on the Leg Submission hold known as the figure four leglock. (2/5)
As he continued, he felt a bit of a stinging pain in his legs, but he resisted and continued on it. Soon, he broke both branches in half from the pressure. The snap did hurt Zanko, but not that much as he smiled at the success. But he needed to make sure he had it. (3/5)
He grabbed a Single branch and placed it between his legs to make sure it stayed there before he grabbed the top and started to pull. The hold and pulling motion was making it a bit hard to keep the branch in place, and he had to constantly move it to keep comfy. He continued to do so till it was finally in place to work with. (4/5)
He continued to pull at the top before he finally pushed his hips up to increase the pressure. In about 4 tugs against the branch, it finally snapped upwards. The feeling of being able to do this with his body was phenomonal and soon he stood up and stretched with delight. (Arm/Leg Submission Skill learned.)
"She's my angel, she's my protector, she's my guardian, she's my life, and I am her hero..."
"Snakes? Something slithering. Slimy. Looks kinda like a d**k that moves on its own. Though dicks do move on their own... Hmm."
Slow, steady steps proceeded across the swamp-like environment. his eyes scanned everything carefully. Everything seemed to move. Strange noises filled the air with threats. He inched along farther into this murky, hostile environment cautiously.
It wasn't lone until a snake dangling from a tree branch above him attacked his face. Unaware of the threatening danger, he had no time to dodge. The snake cracked and broke its teeth from biting the hard covering over his face. The student immediately grasped the snake by the head, and with the other hand grasped right below and pulled. The snake tore in half. Tossing the body parts, aside he moved forward to find the snake for his demonic queen.
"Me cago en la crica del diablo carajo! Esa putada casi me agarra la cara ostias!" He spoke spanish profanities in this swamp, while wiping his face in case it had bits of poison on it.
He saw many splendors that the swamplands offered, and he could feel everything watching him here. Beady eyes, the fraction-spheres of flies like followed him as he was fecal matter. Everything seemed heavier here, muggy and that of a 400 degree oven. It was perhaps too hot, too humid for this expedition. Yet, he marched on, sweat beating his brow, dripping down his cool face and all the black only served to cook him.
Slowly but surely he would make his way, over giant waterlogged roots, through standing puddles of water that drank in his boots, even the weeping canopies of dying greens that were riddled with strange sacs and what looked like dried seaweed. It wouldn't be long, just a gut feeling. He was inching closer and closer until- SPLAT. Robin fell right into a quicksand pit. It was large and devouring his form quickly. Like sick porridge it would consume if he did not hurry. Already it was above his knees and every second could be his last.
XSK Ambrosia
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 12:53 pm
ihamlet
TraineellCarbon Death
"She's my angel, she's my protector, she's my guardian, she's my life, and I am her hero..."
"Jodia madre gilipollera! These were my good boots too."
The latino hero cursed when he fell upon the quicksand. The heat wasn't really much of a problem, since Puerto Rico was already hotter than a barrio full of niggas. He started looking around quickly at anything dangling from a tree without touching the quicksand that slowly consumed him. At first he was rather lost because he had never even seen quicksand in his life, only in movies. He stopped to think to himself Hey, this IS kinda cool. I'm like... In a ******** movie. Damn I'm awesome but his thoughts broke when he sank deeper up to his crotch.
Scanning quickly, his eyes caught sight of a nearby tree root dangling into the quicksand. It was thick and long. He reached out as far as he could , but he could only reach it with his fingertips. Within a moment's notice, his fingertips became his salvation. He used the Carbon Death Claw technique to extend his hand and grasp on to it for salvation. He impulsed himself towards the claw further and further until his left arm would also grasp the log and he would pull himself out of the deathtrap.
"This s**t is... AWESOME!" The preppy hero spoke to himself out a bit louder while throwing his a** on the ground flat and opening his legs. The slimy crud covered his boots, thighs, and crotch. This didn't really stop him, when soon he impulsed his hands on the floor to rise up again in search of that godforsaken slithering d**k.
((rofl Dont forget to take off your energy as you use it ))
He had closely escaped death, this time. His slick and heavy boots slapped against more muck and murk, honestly it was revolting and something not to far off smelled like it died. Literally. He'd eventually stumble upon it, this massive dead carcass that was once a moose in another life. Its eyes were gone, leaving only the sockets to remain and most of its side was exposed. Bones, blood, and mushy entrails lay about...but this thing was large than him and whatever had took a bite out of it was pretty damn big also.
Once he would find his way around it, the small path would come to a deep hole in the ground. Wide and dark, it was hard to tell what was at the bottom, or if there was one. He could hear a faint rattling noise though, so perhaps this is the snake pit he was looking for?
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:51 pm
ihamlet
TraineellCarbon Death
"She's my angel, she's my protector, she's my guardian, she's my life, and I am her hero..."
"Hmm... A mysterious hole and a ******** huge dead animal in front of it. Looks like I found the crawling d**k."
Adam stopped on his tracks, inched his legs down looking straight down at the hole. He didn't really pay much attention to anything else around except the creepy rattling noise. After inching his legs down lower, he clapped and starting calling out "Come here, Fluffy! Who's a good slimy, mangy cur? You are! Yes, you are! Come here boy! Come here, Fluffy!" After having clapped for a little while, he even started whistling at the hole to bring it to attention. Soon enough he took a deep breath inwards from his nose and smelled the rotten roses.
"Huelo a mierda. En serio me la pela la peste ospera... I wanna take a nice bath after I kill this b***h."
Even after he stopped for just a few seconds to take a deep breath, he continued his onslaught to get the creature out with just "poking" it.
"Come here slimy, unholy, piece of s**t Fluffy! You ruined my goddamned boots. But it's okay. I just need you to come here boy!"
Adam would find that as he lowered into the hole, it expanded, growing deeper and deeper at a steady decline. Now only the opening was tiny and far away, leaving him to stand in the shroud of darkness and to call out for the slinking 'beast'. It was there, but it would not be goaded, it simply did not care.
From the veil two shining, purple eyes glowed. Staring down at him with disdain. The rattle of its tail echoed around him, strange, as if it was coiling but not yet upon the human.
Black mamba was long, a hefty 25ft and her head 3ft of it. Her jaw could swallow an average human hole if she truly wanted to. Instead, the tail whipped up in the and aimed to smack Adam back on his fat a** and against her body.
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:20 pm
ihamlet
TraineellCarbon Death
"She's my angel, she's my protector, she's my guardian, she's my life, and I am her hero..."
Adam didn't really feel any fear whatsoever when his body actually crashed against the giant snake's body. His eyes simply tried to look around at those two eyes glowing in the dark. The Carbon on his face faded away and his suit turned to its seemingly original color. he lifted up his arms slowly like he was being aimed a gun at, and tried pushing it even more by talking "By god you're a true fatass of nature. Your god must have taken on a few pounds and then put them on you. You're the giant d**k of this place, huh? My d**k is bigger than you. Now come and give old Adam a hug, huh?"
Yes, instead of fighting the huge thing, he cuddled it closer to him, grabbing it tightly, but not with all his strength, and smiling happily at the snake. He probably had something planned, but what? Was he mad? Was he insane? Or did he just have HUGE balls? Nonetheless, he stood his ground valiantly, but in the least expected of manners. The snake wouldn't be able to smell fear. His sense of self-preservation was already dead.
He'd find that as soon as he hugged the beast, its scales were not scales at all but gooey, congealed matter that clung to him like slime. It slopped to his skin, his clothes, whatever it could touch and only then would the snake start to coil around him as its inky making contaminated him.
