[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/75g7CnN.png[/img][hr][color=#D35400][b]Race:[/b][/color] Half-Saiyan/Half-Human
[color=#D35400][b]Power Level:[/b][/color] 910
[color=#D35400][b]Location:[/b][/color] Central Capital (CC) - Quad C
[color=#D35400][b]Tagging:[/b][/color] [@Holy Soldier]
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	Taeto had begun to walk off when a ill feeling stopped him in his tracks. He lifted his head as if to sniff it out when a deep metallic scraping raked the air. It was loud enough to be heard over the construction noise, which brought Taeto’s attention high up into the air. The wide-range lattice of metal beams were looking stable and in working order; until he spotted the issue.

	One of the workers were on a length of metal that was dipping lower and lower. Somehow though, he was keeping it from falling completely. A metal beam one that was usually lifted by machine was being handled by a single man and a few laws of nature.  

	Taeto felt [i]it[/i] then. That indescribable giddiness that would pop up at the worst times. During fights at schools usually, when the numbers were against him.  But sometimes when he watched martial arts movies at home too. It was a thrilling kind of excitement.  

	An excitement that sent him into action. He ran into the site, his tail twitching, swaying back and forth, curling at its end. He looked around for a way up there knowing that he could help. For years, ever since he was but a kid, he had hold back his strength. Well now, he had met someone else who could do something like him. Something unnatural. 

	He groaned inwardly before snatching his hoodie off his head. [color=#D35400][b]“Fuck it, guess I’m climbing!”[/b][/color]

	He ran over to the mostly finished bottom half, making his way into the pseudo first-floor. It dark, sheltered from the sun for some reason. Behind him, he could hear a few men barking at him. 

	[b]“Hey! You can’t be here!”[/b] shouted a burly voice. 

	[color=#D35400][b]“Don’t care!”[/b][/color] Taeto barked back [color=#D35400][b]“I got this excitement swelling and I’m going to follow it all the way till the end,”[/b][/color] he said mostly to himself. 

	Then came a ear-deafening roar. A name too. [color=#D35400][i]Patch? Did I hear that right?[/i][/color]

	He followed a flight a stairs up to a section of floor that was lit up. Above him was a straight shot to the sky, barring that tunnel of light was the lattice of beam-work.  Taeto ran over to the beam closest to him and with some effort jumped up to its edge. He pulled himself up but found his legs shaking a bit now.  Not until then had he ever wondered, [color=#D35400][i]Am I afraid of heights?[/i][/color]

	The wind toughened up a bit, rustling his clothes. Taeto felt himself quaking but told himself, If I don’t move now, I won’t ever move. Bit by bit he stood up until he was inching over to the next beam, then the next, and the next, until he had grown comfortable with his footing and was comfortably making his way to the straining man. 

	By now the warnings, grumblings, and all around frustration below was building. [color=#D35400][b]“Hold it just a bit longer,”[/b][/color] he shouted from below. [color=#D35400][b]“I’m on my way!”[/b][/color] 

	The wind brushed against him again, sliding his feet from under him and bringing his chin crashing into the beam he was walking on. A instant lance of pain traveled up his skull, blanketing his vision for a moment. [color=#D35400][b]“Ahhh! FUCK!”[/b][/color] he cried, just barely holding on to the beam.