05-18-2016, 06:29 AM
Injured from the fight, Warren watched as the creatures retreated. Even a pack of wolves was something he couldn't defeat without help from others which made him less than pathetic... he was PITIFUL! His power levels would need to increase far beyond what they currently were if he was going to simply have any hope of survival whatsoever in the Omniverse. To that end he supposed he could assume that he would have to learn how to use the blade he had with him properly. Going over to where it was, Warren picked it up and desummoned it so that he didn't have to worry about losing the sword. Later on he would see about seeking out someone who could mentor him in the arts of combat. As the last bits of Odin's 'rage spell' wore off of Warren, he remembered what had happened. The chant had caused a blistering fury to well up inside of Warren and erupt like a volcano. Such a power would be useful if he could perform it on himself at some point in the future. No longer could he tolerate remotely the lack of strength he possessed. Things would need to change if he was going to have any chance of survival.
"You know the chant you performed that provided us the win, Wednesday? I need to learn how it works, and learn how to use it on myself. I will need every edge I can get to survive in the Omniverse. And your ability is very powerful as I have witnessed first hand. But there's more. Somewhere on this world there will be some sort of abandoned castle or mansion. If we can clear it out of the Orc Population I can claim it. It will give me a home at the very least."
As he thought about what he needed to do he realized something about what had happened. Like Sudden Death Wednesday had resorted to what amounted to brainwashing him. Sure it had only been a TEMPORARY issue, but he had done it nonetheless. When people messed with Warren’s head he usually hated them because he hated his brain being tampered with. However Wednesday had meant no harm and it had pulled their butts out of the fire literally. Given that he supposed he could perhaps tolerate what had happened, for now anyway. A technique like that was powerful and while he didn’t like resorting to such Warren knew that every advantage he could get would be one he would need. For if he was to eventually become an enemy of the Empire he would need the power to back himself up in an actual fight. Certainly he would require more than the sword that he carried. Techniques with the sword were definitely a must have, and he’d need to restore some of the other functions of his NFL-R as well. Flying was one of the capabilities he planned to restore at the earliest possible opportunity.
"So Wednesday, when we find such a place... an abandoned castle or something would you mind helping me seize it?"
"You know the chant you performed that provided us the win, Wednesday? I need to learn how it works, and learn how to use it on myself. I will need every edge I can get to survive in the Omniverse. And your ability is very powerful as I have witnessed first hand. But there's more. Somewhere on this world there will be some sort of abandoned castle or mansion. If we can clear it out of the Orc Population I can claim it. It will give me a home at the very least."
As he thought about what he needed to do he realized something about what had happened. Like Sudden Death Wednesday had resorted to what amounted to brainwashing him. Sure it had only been a TEMPORARY issue, but he had done it nonetheless. When people messed with Warren’s head he usually hated them because he hated his brain being tampered with. However Wednesday had meant no harm and it had pulled their butts out of the fire literally. Given that he supposed he could perhaps tolerate what had happened, for now anyway. A technique like that was powerful and while he didn’t like resorting to such Warren knew that every advantage he could get would be one he would need. For if he was to eventually become an enemy of the Empire he would need the power to back himself up in an actual fight. Certainly he would require more than the sword that he carried. Techniques with the sword were definitely a must have, and he’d need to restore some of the other functions of his NFL-R as well. Flying was one of the capabilities he planned to restore at the earliest possible opportunity.
"So Wednesday, when we find such a place... an abandoned castle or something would you mind helping me seize it?"