Cold Training [Solo/Invite]

He'd sigh, the training wasn't progressing quickly, and he was getting quite bored. Tundra would stretch his arms, "Over the head, to the feet, to the sky!" He'd follow the movements, grabbing his wrist with his left arm and pulling it to right of himself, bending down and touching his toes, and raising his hands straight up, pointing his fingers to the sky. He'd breathe out, returning to a combat ready pose. "Hnh..." He'd begin to think, why? He knew that an epiphany was close, he felt it, he knew it was near, but for some reason it still evaded him. Why?

He'd take another breath, before continuing the rapid air boxing, a barrage of punches followed by a hurricane kick, smashing open a mound of ice next to him. He'd take another short breath before continuing, jumping upwards and flying straight downwards, the impact forcing shards of ice to fly up from the ground, and cracks to form all around him. Tundra would stand up glaring around at the scenery before powering up once more, continuing his training by jumping upwards and focusing a ki barrage into the ground below him, a flurry of bolts would rain down like arrows, shattering and melting a hole in the ice as he crashed down once more, stopping right before he hit the water.

"Hnh..." He'd mutter, thinking once more as he stood mere centimeters above the water, he was close, there was no denying that, but he hadn't a clue of what he was trying to reach. Tundra would breathe out once more, beginning to channel his energy as he spiked his power high, he needed to figure this out before it drove him mad. He'd fly back up, floating in the air as he began to focus his energy, cupping his hand in front of him, a small ball of energy would form as he did so, he'd examine it, before crushing it in his hands.

Then he realized something, there was a pattern to how he was doing things, he was playing it too safe, granted he was in a quite inhospitable area, but it posed no real threat to him, there was progress to be made, but he had to get rid of any sense of limits to do so, he'd chuckle.

In one fluid motion he'd bring his arms down, slouching over as energy broke from his form, his power level rocketing to incredible levels, even if just momentarily, he'd grit his teeth in an act of resilience, but his resistance would break as he went into a full on battle cry, the noise echoing through the arctic. His body would shake and tremors would form at the power that was being released, the water below him even forming ripples. He'd put his hands together, his muscles would pulse as electricity jumped from each hand to the other, a small ball of energy forming between.

"Haaaaah!" He'd scream out, his composure begining to break as the pain overwhelmed himself, but the ball of energy grew bigger. He'd maintain himself, though the energy was becoming uncontrollable, he'd grit his teeth, lifting the massive ball of energy above himself, trying to maintain consciousness, trying to control this, and failing, in a act of desperation he'd shoot the ball of energy upwards, it flying into the sky, gone, as he did so he'd take deep breaths before losing consciousness and plummeting down into the ocean.