How To Find Sparring Partners and Brutalize People {OPEN}

Nice as it is to wake up most days without having tio deal with people, the incessant patter of small talk or even the insistent buzz of urban activity there is one distinct problem with living out in the boonies. Even the Yunzabit Boonies where you have dinosaurs for neighbors and occasionally dinner. ’Booooored!’ Considering that the wannbe God of Destruction had only recently been introduced to the wonders of cable TV it hadn’t kept him placated nearly so long as one might have thought. It seemed as though there were limits to how long even deities could binge for. The boxing and MMA had much slowed that progression but this was always going to be the result.

Honestly though, for a species which was supposedly so very weak these Earthlings had a peculiar fixation with the art of combat. Sinthe could respect their focus if nothing else.

Stretching out on his couch he kicked his legs idly before repeating the nub of his predicament again as though that would bring him any closer to solving the issue. ’Hah, bored out of my skull up here.’ With no one around for miles (Carmel had implied she lived close by but was helpful enough to not provide directions, he guessed that was on purpose) he was sort of stuck for company unless he fancied learning how to speak T-Rex… he did not. Oh he could scuttle off to one of the Earthling cities easy enough but by and large he found them confusing AND annoying. Except for the restaurants of course, he found those largely delicious. That would be all well and good were it not for the fact he hungered for something distinctly… other.

It had been quite some time since he’d had a well balanced match. It was a difficult thing to come across even now, a fight where either fighter could take the lot rather than being a crush either way. Some of these one’s he’d met, they were getting there, but he tended to get too excited and ruin the flow of battle by powering up too much. What he really needed to finally wake up properly was a challenge without a lost cause, one blade to sharpen the other as it were. He’d been thinking in those terms a lot just recently.

Well, time to bait something or other out it seemed. Flicking the TV off he rose and stretched before making for the door. From there he found himself the highest spot in the Highlands and just cut loose. Well, he cut loose a little anyway, he still had that old Anubian conceit in him that wouldn’t let him unleash his full strength just at the drop of a hat, even when it was much reduced from the past. Even so at Twenty-Five Percent his ki was enough to shake the ground he stood on, rattling the cliffs below and dislodging parts of it here and there.

The wind howled, the rocks crashed and above all of it Sinthe waited. Now to see what surfaced.

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WC: 510
Thread PL: 54,664
HWC PL: 13,666
25% Power: 81,996