Kadru vs. Pouh-Wung

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Kadru

vs.

Pouh-Wung

Ref: Needed

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The benevolent demon against the rogue guardian! Battle on the Arctic tundra!

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I'll ref. Post dem intros!

[The Merry Lambfish]

A bright beam of alien light descended from the heavens, carrying with it an ancient demonic warrior. Kadru's eyes remained shut as she was lowered to the icy floor, as she didn't want the bright light to affect her vision in any way. Even without her sight, the warrior knew where she was as soon as her feet touched the frozen surface, and child winds ruffled through her black fur.

The Arctic. Quite a difference compared to the fiery, chaotic landscape of the underworld she was used to.

Her eyes remained closed even as the beam of light disappeared from the skies. Her body relaxed. Her breathing slowed. Entering a period of meditation, the demon awaited the arrival of her opponent.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

With a flash like the birth of dawn on a sunless landscape, a second bright pillar fell, its brilliance dancing off the ice like cold fire. But although the means of delivery were identical, the delivery itself was of a beast...

Decidedly less peaceful.

Flying from the column of light with a roar and two feet held high, the fallen hero Pouh-Wung slammed into the tundra with his heels. The endless plain of ice was broken by the dynamic entrance, and a great sheet of it was flung up. The rising wall of ice collided with Pouh's crested head, its starch white area shattering atop the knobby jaws. The Punk King stumbled back as the splintered fragments of ice rolled from his skull, then cackled to himself merrily.

Casting a narrowed eye on Kadru, Pouh made a quick assessment- he was good at such intuition, from years of experience rather than any sort of sensitivity. The other monsters lacked that musky mix of sweat and blood that nearly all undisciplined creatures held around them in a cloud. The smell of blood about it was recognizable, but too faint to label it as a careless spiller of the stuff. And its heartbeat and breathing were paced and rhythmic, each perfectly spaced to give maximum spread of oxygen through its veins. The damned thing didn't even open its eyes to return the inspection, something Pouh regarded with a snort. In summary, his foe was calm, honorable, well trained, and did not appreciate wonton destruction.

In other, much briefer, words- boring.

But, Pouh-Wung noted with a deep sniff, his head rocking back and tongue spilling out, she did have one hugely redeeming quality. She was female. She had all the in-and-out bits he appreciated. And was was right there for him.

The lost lung grinned and cracked his spiked knuckles.

This was going to be fun.

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Monsters...FIGHT!

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

For the first minute of so after the thunderous cry of the Announcer, Pouh waited. He stood, tall and smug, for his female foe to take notice of him. After all, what woman, monstrous or otherwise, could resist pure sexual magnetism in flesh form? Standing and flexing and grinning, Pouh-Wung waited. For a wink, a flutter of the eyes, or even just a simple look. He even let out a long, craggy, chainsaw-like catcall. But the elongated beast gave him nothing, not even rejection, her eyes still shut tight. Pouh's grin curved down some, taking the shape of a mean half-smirk, half-snarl. Ignoring him, eh? Not even opening her damn eyes, huh? Pouh knew what that meant. He knew what she was trying to tell him, what she was trying to do.

The grin returns in full force, all teeth barred in vicious happiness.

She was playing hard to get!

Well, here he came then!

Launching himself forward on his tail, Pouh leaped into the air with both heels held high and trained on Kadru's serpentine form. The demon snapped loose like a spring though, her slender body snaking into the air before Pouh could touch her. The corrupted guardian smashed into the ice, sending up shattered sheets of it. The black-and-white beast had not stopped smirking. The girl was out of his reach, yeah, but he thought he could surprise her yet. Like a hell worm, Pouh's tail whipped out, its sturdy length sending the shattered chunks of ice skyward, towards the floating Kadru. Rearing his head up with a sultry purr, the 'charming' male swelled his throat with icy air, then let it out in one great belch. Subzero wind slammed the frozen chunks, coating their edgeless shapes with sharp icicles and frosty points, all pointed up towards the flying demon. Sent hurling like clumped spears, the icy projectiles battered Kadru badly. The draconic female hissed in displeasure as the cold tips bit into her body and sent her hot blood sloshing to the white plain below, where it splattered and steamed like lava. Assaulted by the sharp ice point like a predator in the midst of a horde of angry birds, the demon was splashed messily by wounds, small red gashes covering her long body like spots. Her snake body flowing out of control, the disciplined freedom fighter began falling from the sky, although not without taking steps to avenge her injuries.

Passing it from tail tip to tail tip, the bundle-tailed dragon whirled her mighty meteor hammer, the light bouncing off the ice and lighting its golden curves up like a true star. Gaining momentum as she fell, the trained, skilled fighter lashed out at the last possible moment, releasing one end of the brutal club and letting it fly. The rounded club tip cracked down atop Pouh's skull, flattening his triple crest of stiff hair and snapping off several of the curved spines that rose from the back of his cranium. The lung-like body of the ex-hero collapsed like a spring, his midsection crushing into itself and his feet punching through the ice. Flecks of blood and skin spraying from his head, the flirtatious fighter dropped to a kneel, his spiked hands slapping the ice. Landing heavily upon her side just before his hunched shape, Kadru reeled in the bloodied half of her mighty hammer and let the opposite club swing forward.

The imperfect orb arced towards Pouh's grimacing muzzle like a wrecking ball, but the slim brawler suddenly pushed off the ice with his claws. Spinning on one knee, the fallen hero whipped around and caught the hammer in his looped tail, retaining as much of its force as possible, but redirecting the direction of that energy. Pouh's tail coming uncoiled from around it with a sharp snap! and a mocking wave, the rounded club tangled itself around Kadru's neck. Round and round the heavy hammer spun, its tether looping around the demon's neck like a maypole. Once the dark fiber had eaten up its own length, the round club end slammed into the side of Kadru's head, raising a loud yelp from her and sending her toppling like a chopped tree. The ice below was stained black by blood.

Unfurling her long body to dull her impact and send her upwards, Kadru made for the heavens again, lifting up and unwrapping herself simultaneously with a vertical corkscrew. The draconic female felt both of Pouh's feet connect with her thin chest though, and she was rocked back by 65,000 tons. Air and blood was forced from her lungs in a misted crimson spray, and the rebel leader was forced back down, landing hard on her back with enough weight to turn solid ice into slush. Pouh-Wung came down on top of her, pinning her elongated form with his, his disturbingly long pink tongue slithering forward to lap at her snarling face...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

*cough*

[The Merry Lambfish]

A sharp yelp cut through the cloud of falling snow. Kadru’s sharp fangs were speared through the brawler’s tongue, and Pouh was attempting to pull away. Burning pain shot through the slick appendage as molten venom splashed into the wounds, burning away the delicate, soft tissues. Pouh continued to struggle, trying to get away before the venom continued to do damage, but he only succeeded in ripping up his tongue even more. After several seconds of this torture, Kadru’s jaws parted, releasing the Punk King’s torn, blackened tongue from its burning prison. The brawler stumbled off his opponent, scooping up snow from the icy floor and dabbing it on his now ragged tongue in an attempt to ease the burning pain of the venom. The demon warrior simply sneered, licking droplets of Pouh-Wung’s blood from her lips as she stood up.

“I’m sorry, dear… but the Ophorus have taken a vow of chastity,” she mocked. “We cannot be held back from our duty simply to appease lowlifes like yourself. Consider that a warning.” Her eyes narrowed, her tone growing deadly serious as her meteor hammer began to swing about in a clockwise fashion behind her. “Or next time I might accidently bite something off.”

The hammer spun quickly as Kadru threw it out towards Pouh. The spinning weapon whipped about Pouh’s long neck as it made contact with the dragon, and with a sharp tug on Kadru’s part, fastened itself securely. The demon took to the skies, letting the chain tighten across her foe’s neck. The dragon’s hands leapt up to grasp the chain as he struggled to breath. His toes slipped across the icy surface of the arctic as Kadru began to pull him across the frozen wasteland. Pouh gagged as he struggled to gain some oxygen, his damaged tongue lashing out franticly. Kadru soon slowed her flight and began to backtrack, letting the chin loosen. With a sharp snap, Kadru tugged the meteor’s head away from Pouh, and paused to let the brawler regain some much needed oxygen.

She didn’t wait for long, though. As Pouh-Wung attempted to get to his feet, he was greeted by a downwards swing of the meteor hammer. The golden orb smashed into his skull, throwing his head back into the ice as a spray of red decorated the white surface around him. Yet as Kadru reeled the weapon in yet again, a blast of frozen air escaped from the ex-hero’s maw. Icy, spear-like projectiles stabbed into the demon’s legs, and with his opponent momentarily distracted by the sharp swell of pain, Pouh leapt to his feet. Angered, Kadru’s crest began to flash crimson, fiery, hellish energies gathering in her maw…

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Rude, crude Pouh Wung had not been allowed to roam the Earth long in his destructive rebellion. He was ancient in age, his flesh thousands of years older than even the mountains and seas, but much of his long existence had been spent in a dormant, unconscious state, his eons-long slumber after being subdued by the newly created Children of Heaven and Earth. His body was old, older than anything still living from his realm, but his mind was still young and reckless. He was very much a troublesome adolescent at mind, relatively inexperienced in combat and ignorant of proper battle code, but he had certainly fought beamy, blasty foes often enough to know this- when fins, spines, or crests get flashy, he better get scarce. And fast.

Pouh whooped loudly and pounded the tundra with his heels, slender body curling like a great worm as he dashed across the ice with his torso slung low. Kadru reacted faster than he expected though, her horned head snapping after him like a snake's. The Punk King gave a grunt of shock as the glow of her fanged maw remained firmly trained on him, its light climaxing into a furious inferno. Pouh dug into the frozen plain with his toes, grinding to a sudden stop. Kadru's bright teeth stopped with him. The ex-hero grimaced. Time for a new tactic. Instead of fleeing, the dragon-like being twisted his body into a great looping arc as the mystic serpent unleashed a blast of demon flame. The fiery column passed right through the coiled circle, its heat tickling Pouh's scales, but otherwise not affecting him. Elongated snout turning up in a wicked grin, the thin brawler cracked his bleeding maw and laughed like a revving chainsaw. Curtains of red fell from the bruiser's ruined tongue, his purple eyes flashing with pain, but his mouth corners remained fixed up.

Chastity, huh? Pouh snorted spitefully. He had never heard such a horrifying concept in all his days, and he doubted he ever would. A life without love was no life at all. It was just torture. And it was obvious that the fiery, fierce thing in front of him was only a tortured soul in need of release. Pouh clucked his bloody tongue, savoring the thick taste of his own crimson fluids. His slitted eyes narrowed. She was a fighter. He smirked. Pouh liked that. She didn't seem to enjoy fighting though. That was another thing the surprisingly perceptive lung had picked up on. "Duty," she had said, and Pouh suspected she was being truthful. She didn't fight for the fun of it at all. The ravaged tongue clucked again, this time in pity. Only another way she was trapped. The one-time guardian chuckled thunderously. Well then, he'd just have to unleash her! To free her from her imagined chains! He would show her that there was fun in this life in any way he could. And since he suspected that an on-field wooing would be unlikely at the moment...

Then he'd just have to start by demonstrating the joys of battle!

Pouh-Wung smashed his fists together and rushed forward, lengthy tail slapping the ice. Kadrua responded with a sneer, her bushel of whip-like tail flicking forward and throwing one end of the meteor hammer. Smirking as he saw his plan coming to life, Pouh gouged the pale flatness of the terrain with one foot and matched the hammer's trajectory with a clenched fist. The golden orb and the spiked appendage collided in midair, their combined energies ringing out like a tremendous gong. Pouh winced as his flesh split and red sprayed from his knuckles, his fingers torn and his joints jammed into each other like billiard balls. White hot pain raced through the limb, and it bounced back stiff and unusable, for the time being at least. But, smiling through the pain and anger that his arm had been temporarily stunted, Pouh saw that the meteor hammer had also dropped backwards, all its momentum spent. Snatching its fibrous tether in his working arm, wily Lung the Gun whirled around with the weapon circling around him like the ring of a heavenly body. As Pouh expected, Kadru chose to endure rather than relinquish her signature weapon, and the demon worm was slammed by force as Pouh ripped her from the ice. Spinning the hissing dragon around with one arm, Pouh showed off his impressive strength by hauling her high into the chilly air, spinning a great circle, then releasing her! The rebel leader sailed away in a bent V of limp coils, her scarlet belly flashing over rich black pelt like a thrashing ringneck snake. The magic caster crashed into the flat, white landscape and slid, a trail of red scattered behind her, a geyser of wet slush and hot blood painting the sky above her. The powdery snow had cushioned her landing some, but the harsh ice beneath it had shredded her right side bare, the scales peeled from her flesh! A great laugh rang out, followed by booming footsteps and groaning ice.

Footfall overlapping the demon's grisly skid of flesh and blood, Pouh Wung charged the paused warrior!

The mystic one reared to strike down the approaching brute, but his good arm- the left one- flew forward. His mean cat eyes swelled to a pure black hue. From where her initial impact had cracked the ice, a jet of water leapt up! The freezing brine splashed across Kadru's snake-like face, and the oriental serpent gasped in surprise. It was not only the unexpectedness of it, but the sheer audacity! What did it accomplish? Nothing!

Spitting water from her lips, the demon spat, "What was that suppose to do?" Her voice held a venomous, mocking tone, but Pouh gave a huge smile at its hateful frequency.

Closing in like a rushing sea serpent of black-and-white, a monster with gleaming doll eyes, the ancient convert opened his knobby jaws and unleashed an Arctic gush! The subzero burst of vapor engulfed Kadru's dripping head, and the demon screamed in pain suddenly! The ice froze over her rigid flesh and horns, expanding and squeezing her skull like a grape! The trained rebel lost control, her furry body throwing itself into instinctive loops of agony. She could hardly be blamed. Not even the most focused of fighters could maintain their concentration when their heads threatened to pop in a starburst of fragmented bone and pink gore.

And Pouh planned to be the dickish child who popped the bubble early. Nearly colliding with the thrashing serpent, the ex-protector wheeled around as if his waits was a fulcrum and his tail swung out like a narrow club. The thin appendage struck Kadru's frozen head with a sharp craa-ack! and the female's icy mask burst into a shower of diamond dust and crystal daggers. The caster let out a sharp breath, a gaseous red cloud floating from her jaws like an apocalyptic forecast. Jagged shards of ice pierced her head and throat, crimson rivers dribbling from these numerous points on her hide in generous volume. The horned skull of the good demon, stained by thick flows of blood, now matched the flooded interior of Pouh's mouth, the fanged maw still spilling red sheets like a hot waterfall.

Using his left arm to raise the still stunned right like a jointless Barbie limb, Pouh aimed with the straightened appendage and sent out a furious burst of heat and flames, intending to flash-melt the frost and ice coating Kadru's bleeding head to steam cook her hurt skull...

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KK is DQ'd for taking too long.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

The fire scorched and steamed, but it was only the ice before the downed demon that it licked. The Punk Lung had pulled the attack as the announcement rang out, rattling both monsters' skulls. The corrupted hero was crude and mean, but not outright cruel. He was no Fenris or Ketos.

Pouh let his limp arm drop and snorted spitefully. A win by default? Disappointment flashed in his dark eyes. Lame.

Oh well, the slender brawler supposed as he straightened up and strutted towards the dazzling tower of light that would usher him back to the Hub. He cast a smug glance back at Kadru, his teeth shining bright as his lips rose up in a nasty grin.

The ladies just couldn't handle him.