Day Three

[Retane]

The green warrior stopped. His legs would go no further. They were not tired, nor were they over used. Still they would not move. It was as if they were made purely of concrete and cemented to the ground itself.

The rogue looked down, watching as his muscles would not answer his demands to move. With a low guttural growl, the namek threw his weight forward in an attempt to force a leg to take a step. Instead, the ground chose to come up and meet him. The Emerald Warrior brought his hands up just in time to stop his mangled face from meeting the cool wet grass.

"Is this what you have become? A pathetic excuse for a namek? A so called Horsemen? When did you start making empty promises? When did the Exiled just walk around not killing? When did the Reaper say he'd kill more people and not follow through with it? When did the God of Death stop having fight in him?"

Retane spoke the words out loud and they were directed back at himself. It was his own voice, but it was something deep within him, calling out to him. Challenging him. Mocking him.

"I remember when the tree's shook in horror as the Dark Hunter stalked his hunting grounds, preying on anyone stupid enough to get in his range of his senses. Now they beg at you. Beg for more blood to sate their thirst and you are unable to quench it. What happened? Are you scared? Did you get too weak? Did your heart break because you watched another friend die? Because it was your fault? Walking around like a zombie. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The namekian closed his eye tightly and dug his fingers deep within the soft soil beneath them, shaking his head as he tried to stop himself. "Shut up... Shut up.... SHUT UP!!!!!!"

"No, you shut the fuck up! You disrespect me, yourself, even that pathetic excuse for a Horsemen you call a friend. Any other time you would've laid waste to someone by now. You'd have let them feel the pain you felt. But look at you! On your knee's like a little bitch. You can't even gain control of your own body anymore. Get lower little bitch. Get lower and kiss my ass and taste the waste I have created over the many years of my existence."

The namekian felt a force pulling at him from within, attempting to shove his face into the dirt from just inches below. The Emerald Warrior pushed back with all his might, his veins bulging from his arms and forehead. The green warrior struggled within, as his body fought against him to bring him closer to the ground. He didn't understand it. He couldn't grasp it. But something within was fighting to force him to bow; To submit to it; Yo kiss the grass of Dante's Abyss.

The rogue let out a low growl, his muscles starting to ache, on the verge of cramping. The namekian's growl got a little louder, and even louder asuntil it formed a single word, "NNNNnnnnnnoooooooOOOOOOOO!!!"

His eye opened then. It was sharp and keen. His taste and smell were wide open and the inside force with him gave way just a little, just enough for the feral namek to push himself upright. His breath was heavy and many of his muscles were tight. He felt them all as they begged him not to move anymore and give him a chance to rest. "No", the namekian boomed.

He brought a single leg underneath him determined, "I bow for no one. Not even you."

"You bow for me! You always bow to me!" The namekian answered his own tone with an even harsher one.

"You are wrong Abyss! You bow to me! For I am the Abyss. I am the Abyss and then some!" The namekian pulled himself up to his feet.

"Hah! I am what made you who you were! Who you struggle to become once again!" The Emerald Warrior chuckled out loud.

"You are wrong! I made you what you have become! I am the very essence of darkness. I am what choice and consequence is all about. I am the true example of there being only one path to take. I am the acceptance of ones destiny. I am fear. I am the purest of prestige instincts. I am survival at it's finest. I AM inner struggle, and I am DEATH." The Emerald Feind snarled.

"You -" The rogue interrupted himself

"I am the Abyss itself. I am Hell in the Abyss. Now bend over and let me shove a rocket up your ass." The namekian jumped up in to the air, putting the rocket launcher onto his shoulder. As he reached the peak of his jump, he aimed it at the spot his inner Abyss had wanted him to kiss, and fired of a projectile. The kick sent him even higher and the renegade could only grin as he watched the impact and a burst of fire shoot up from the explosion.

Now it was time to find a target that bled.