Boris trains, honing his “Burya Kulak” technique strike by strike, forging his mind, body, and spirit into a force of nature. The speed and ferocity of his fists causing the surrounding air currents to shift and surge, gradually forming isolated cyclones, tearing across the field with each of Tsarevich’s practiced attacks…
His new technique evolving, Tsarevich heads out to get some practice against live targets…
Farros gains some new scars as the spiked glove on Boris’ right hand tears down diagonally across his face in a downward strike at terminal velocity.
Followed by a sudden fierce uppercut from the same gloved hand, Farros staggers back…
Tsarevich sends a piston-fist into Farros’ unguarded stomach, causing him to double over in pain…
The back of Farros’ head dangling before him, Boris sends his right fist into a fatal descending strike, smashing Farros’ head to bits, and spilling poisonous vitae onto the floor…
A nearby Emberguard approaches at the sound, hoping to end Boris’ training. Little does he know, Boris is a master grappler. Seizing the initiative, Boris rushed into the Emberguard, sending out a clotheslining grapple and snapping the creatures neck, causing it to explode in a fiery death…
Against a small mob of enemies, Tsarevich’s warrior spirit howls, his Burya Kulak manifesting itself from the small cyclones into a new form. As his fists blaze in the air, they send out shockwaves, molded by his spirit into a murder of spectral crows that cry out, tearing through the mob, shredding skin and bodies alike…
A lone cultist survives, distracted by a formation of Aether crystals. Boris grabs the cultist with his right hand, throwing him out of the way, and steps in, pivoting and driving the deadly knuckles of his left hand down hard against the crystal, smashing it into tiny shards that go spinning through the air…
A nearby monster howls in anger at this vandalism. Boris silences him swiftly, his new technique deadly and accurate…
A newly risen mob stands behind Tsarevich, temporarily dazed by the shockwaves of his Burya Kulak. He wheels on the horde, loosing the deathwinds and lightning tendrils of his hands upon them, shredding them out of existence…
More enemies come, but they cannot hope to withstand the Burya Kulak…
Those that survive take hard blows, dying shortly thereafter…
A pack of Aetherhounds surrounds him, and, reaching up towards the heavens with a bold defiant gesture, he cries out, sending the strike into a deadly drop, shaking the earth and causing all the hounds to die utterly…
He comes across a shrine, defended by a small horde, one monster larger than the others, lumbering and clumsy, it hefts its weight at Boris in an unaccurate and sluggish but powerful attack. Boris deftly sends his right fist forward, pivoting his body aside…
…The blow missing by mere inches, boris wastes no time on the counterattack, bringing his right arm back in a rapid 180 degree turn. He wraps his right arm around the back of the head of the large monster, and shifting his weight, he pivots on the ball of his left foot, compensating for the weight of the beast, and uses all his might to swing the hideous creature around and send it toppling to the ground behind him…
…He then faces a new opponent. With no time to spare, he lashes out violently with a fast right handed attack, but the enemy reacts quicker than his previous opponent, and sends its shield arm down to meet Tsarevich’s fist…
…Tsarevich doesnt let that dissuade him, and thrusts his left fist diggin into the lower abdomen of the enemy, turning it as he moves forward, sending the monsters guts exploding out its back at the sheer force of the attack…
“Tch! This is too easy…” Boris mutters under his breath. “Lokarr! Send me to a place with REAL enemies… I want to fight some wild beasts, not these pathetic Aether whelps!”
A rift suddenly opens, teleporting Boris to the Korvan Basin, depositing him into a cluster of raptors.
“Now this is more like it!!!” Boris shouts, as a nearby raptor lunges for him…
Ducking out of the way, the monster becomes enraged, overcompensating and reaching out to slash Boris apart…
…but Boris slides around, sending the spikes of his right glove deep into the beasts neck, puncturing the vulnerable underside of its scales…
As the beast stumbles, Tsarevich sends the spikes of his LEFT glove plunging into, and across the neck in the same area, tearing out its throat and sending it falling to the ground…
Another beat sneaks up behind him and he intercepts its attack, blocking it with his forearm, sending forceful shockwaves into the meat of the enemy, causing internal trauma and ruining its insides…
Boris moves on, and is nearly killed by a shotgun blast…
…but dashes, blindingly fast, his speed and power enchanced by the Burya Kulak, passing straight through the body of his enemy and tearing it in two in a rupturing storm of electrified wind…
“Heh! A good first training session…” Tsarevich shakes the blood and guts off his gloves… “That will do for today’s session, Lokarr. Send me back.”
With a crackling glare of dark red and murky depths, Boris vanished from the desert sands into thin air.