Skill App
Skill - Death Beam
IGN - Vale Nightingale
Age - 16.7
Alignment - True Good

Vale stood admist the Arena, firing his beam towards the rather sturdy wall. It was all he could think to call it. A Beam. It was a lot of Ki, concentrated at a single mass, and fired directlly forward. Took him aa while to learn how to do just that, but now that it seemed so natural to him. He should perhaps try to culture it into something new, but what? Whatever the case. He shouldn't be dwelling on this too much. He met Nima, he seemed like a pretty down to Earth guy. As Valce practiced, him and nima would just be talking.  As they did, Vale would charge up another concentrated beam, in his right palm.  "I think I can do something more with this..." He muttered to himself, as he flung his arm forward, launching the beam directly into the wall. It would crack slightly, but not in a noticable way. If only he could condense it more. But how could he?

He would ask Nima if he knew anything about it, but when he looked, Nima had passed out in a chair, in the center of the room. Sighing softly, Vale went back to it. He wanted to push his beam further, somehow. But he was still at a loss. He needed something quicker. He ceased the beam's stream, cutting off the Ki. It needed to be quicker, and more condensed. Not an easy thing to accomplish. He wasn't the most creative man. His feet were sinking slightly into the ground. The tiles he stood on where white, but stained with dirt from people fighting, and sparring here. It was an interesting sight, seeing as everywhere else, IT was cleaned spotless. But he supposed people use this Arena religiously. He too may be using it a lot more often, frequenting it more, now that he knew It was public use.

Vale shook his head vigorously for a moment. He stared back at the wall. His goal was to go through it. Even if only a little. But his beam wouldn't cut it. He would need to concentrate his power to one point, and release it. But again, the best he could come up with was the palm of his hand... His hand. <Wait a second...> Vale thought to himself, as he stared at his hand. "What if I... Just concentrated my ki to a single point, like my Finger? It can't spread out like it can on my Palm," He spoke out loud, to make sure he knew what he was talking about himself.  He nodded. It couldn't hurt to at least try. Vale pointed forward, his index finger pointed outward, towards the wall. He closed his eyes, and concentrated his ki to the tip of his finger. It almost seaped out without him meaning to. After a few moments of concentration, Vale would release it all, allowing his Ki to rocket forward, a cylindrical beam, that bore through the wall in mere seconds. It was astonishing.

Though... It began to hurt after a second. He would stop himself from using it mere moments after starting. He couldn't hold it up for long it seemed. He would require rigorous training.