The Great Belligerency [Round 4: Static]

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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In the moments after his arrival in The Rainy Place, deposited onto a front door step in front of a normal looking house, Dove's main concern was how he suddenly felt very alone. Though he had been alone for the last few years, the only time he spent with other human vermin was while he was eradicating them, he had never felt so lonely, so empty. It was the planet; he had been snatched from his own planet and brought here; to this rainy world. A dark and dreary world, full of pouring rain, and bitter emptiness that enveloped him. He had never felt so out of place. His heart raced as he considered the implications of his severed connection with his planet. Would his abilities still work? Dove had already decided he had to win this battle, if only for the slim possibility that he might be able to return home, to his precious planet, and without his abilities he didn't have a hope in Hell.

He stopped, and turned to take in the street on which he was stood. There was pavement, and tarmac, cars and brick buildings, but little in the way of plant-life. Crouching down he examined the pavement, sweeping his sodden wet hair out of his eyes. It was already a little cracked and broken with weeds emerging from between the paving stones. With little more than a thought the weeds grew rapidly, sprouting from the cracks until there was no more room to do so. The paving slab shattered under the pressure, weeds pouring through the new cracks, growing large and numerous. At a gesture they moved, scooping up the shattered paving stone peice by peice and shifting it out of the way, allowing more and more weeds to shoot up unimpeded from the soil underneath.

His powers tested and confirmed he turned his mind to more important matters. To the contest he found himself trapped within, to the vermin who he would have to eliminate in order to return home. It was somewhat ironic, from Dove's perspective, that almost all of his opponents were human, or humanoid; a species which he instinctively thought of as vermin, apart from one opponent who appeared to be made of insects; literal vermin. He smiled a little, and as his weeds behind him overturned more paving slabs to make way for more weeds, he thought perhaps he could do this planet a favour while he was here.