Reckoning on the Broad, Broad Beach

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Ketos

Vs.

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Ref: Giratina93



(This is not an open challenge, so please do not reply.)

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Two hundred thousand tons of gold and jewels shifted as Ketos rolled onto his stomach, his long curved claws cupping his chin as he rolled a low growl in the back of his throat. The dragon was extremely extremely bored. After his actions during the catastrophic UCA Championship match in the Volcanic region some months ago, he had been confined to his quarters and had not seen light since. His glowing red eyes were the only illumination in his cramped living space. Huffing, the Demon of the Deep ran a single claw through the mound of gold that he rested on. The dragon's narrowed. Treasure without light to make it glitter was useless. His claws scooped up a handful of gems and let them trickle through his fingers. The sulking drake supposed he was lucky the UCA had let him recover his horde at all, even if he had been made to manually gather it all by hand, but he still maintained that his captivity was an unproportionally cruel punishment. As far as he knew, no other beast had faced such retribution for the rioting or the interruption of the fight. The hefty blue behemoth flipped onto his back. He supposed that it could have something to do with his ruining of the Hub's water supply though. The aquatic tyrant grinned. Yes, they had seemed quite made about that.  

Truthfully, he had been informed that he was free to move about again many weeks ago, but the stubborn drake had refused to leave his quarters since then. If they didn't appearance his riveting personality and massive wisdom, then they didn't deserve to be graced by his magnificent image either! But even Ketos's tenacity was beginning to wane now. The dragon slapped his tail hard onto the rolling hills of gold and gems that cushioned him. He was bored! He had not seen combat, not tasted blood, in a very long time. Well, really, a few months was a mere blink of the eye for a dragon, but any amount of time without the thrill of flesh parting under claw was tortuous time to any true drake. His kind thrived on combat, relishing the violence and bloodshed of war like no other race. They did not measure themselves in academic achievement or philosophical enlightenment like the supposed 'elite' of mankind. They drew pride from the scores that that had killed! The skulls they had crushed, the skin they had peeled!  

Yes, decided Ketos with a slithering smile, the dragons were a people of unabashed violence. And it had been much too long since this most godly of drakes had drawn blood.

An evil chuckle rang through the dark confines of his living space, the echoes of the deep, throbbing laugh making the walls shiver and causing pieces of gold to jump and dance as if in fear.

Time to fix that.

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A flash of light interrupted the endless blue and sand-white of the Archipelago region. Kedos stood on the lonely shore of an broad island without any close neighbors, a curling sneer on his face. The dragon was silently for a moment as he waved his tail, fanning up small columns of whirling sand and water. Then he spoke. His voice echoed louder than thunder as he amplified it with an invisible funnel of water droplets. 

"Mongrels of the UCA," the dragon drawled, his lips hovering airily as he showed his teeth. Although he spoke to empty air, he knew the UCA was watching. They were always watching. And he knew that they had an eye focused specifically on him, as he might have 'accidentally' shattered a transporter module on his way top this spot. "Even though you have not seen me in a matter of months, I trust that you all know who I am. How could you not? I have bested the best of you! Fallen your greatest gladiator and continued on better because of it! It was I who forced down the monstrous mutt Dragus. I who chopped the flowery titan Yuuka Kazami to pieces like any common weed. I who faced the masterful mistress of ice and water called Cerulean as well as the insidious alliance of the worms Otalsys and Leviathan and drawn even with them. I have matched the vampire god Nosdrah and even fought your Horsemen and the late Armageddon and lived. So what is there left for me to conquer here? Are there any greater challenges for me to face and inevitably topple? Well?"

The dragon smirked and crossed his arms.

"UCA: do you have anyone left for me?"

...

"Do not pretend that you have not heard my challenge! Is there anyone left?"

...

"No? Have I bested all you have to throw at me? Or are the rest of your champions simply hiding in fear? Someone appear or I will have to assume so."

Uncrossing his arms and curling his claws to the sky, Ketos used his dramatic mind to blast the seawater around him high into the air, staining the clouds above with stormy dark grey and summoning a confusing tangle of rainbows and glittering mist fall. Ice, water, and light swirled around the dragon like a hurricane of diamonds. The mad drake laughed.

"Come!" boomed the dragon. "I can wait! I will wait. All I ask... all I require... is a worthy opponent, if, that is, you can still provide one."

[The Great MM]

The sea dragon continued his endless triad of demanding of a worthy adversary. “Come, anyone!” He demanded, “Is everyone to afrai-“

The swell of rainbows he had conjured into the air split apart like the Red Sea. “Whoa Hey… Whoa Hey…”...


It began to blast like thunder.


Ketos’ eyes went wide. It couldn’t be. He began to shake his head from side to side in utter denial. He hadn’t been seen in months, not since his failure of winning the Brawler Championship. But here, today, his unmistakable entrance music blasted. The dragon hissed, tilting his head as the lyrics began. The column of light stretching into the heavens fattened, carrying the juggernaut down onto the coastline. The greedy serpent stepped back, eyes wide in disbelief as Rosie emerged from the light. The beast was even bigger than before, if that was even possible. Rolling his shoulders and pounding his right fist across his burly chest, generating a thunderous drum-like beat, the walrus king locked his cold, navy blue eyes onto the crimson orbs of his reptilian adversary.

“You… You’re retired!” Ketos shouted as Rosie’s gargantuan foot touched the soft, wet sand between the water and dry land.


The massive great white behemoth had been gone for far too long. And in his absence, he had been training himself to be even better, to somehow surpass his previous limitations. And that he did. His training already showed a glimpse of the result. His muscles were larger, chest broader, neck thicker, tusks and claws sharper… This was a whole new Rosie. The juggernaut’s hair, once white, had darkened on the underside of his jaw, giving him a black beard. The arctic gladiator snarled, his upper lip twitching and revealing his pink gums and triangular, pearly white teeth. There would be no more fun and games. Rosie was back, and desired just one thing. The great white didn’t care who or what he had to do to get another title shot. Ketos opened his mouth one too many times on this day. And now he would have to put his treasure where his mouth is.

The beasts began to circle one another. Ketos’ clawed hands twisted, stretching out his razor sharp digits as Rosie’s pectoral muscles continued to flex and massive shoulders continued to roll. The walrus tilted his head, making a loud “pop!”

The dragon’s treasures clanged underneath his tail and feet as he and Rosie continued their dance. “So you want to go!?”

The Klenthurian Gladiator howled in response, bellowing his war cry as loud and hard as his lungs and voice box would allow. He didn’t have the ability to speak like the aquatic drake, but it was a very clear answer: “Yes.”

[Tenshi the Sunkern]

MONSTERS... FIGHT!

[The Great MM]

The giants didn’t need any disembodied voice to tell them when to start. The warriors continued to circle each other like dueling scorpions claiming the same shoebox. One rotation turned into three, and three into four. For nearly three minutes, they both continued this tiring game of circling. However, when a large wave crashed on the beach, it acted like a ring bell. The sand at both of their clawed feet exploded upward and each charged one another.

Rosie’s right hand swung, fist clenched.
Ketos’ left hand clenched into a cinderblock-shape.

They smacked each other’s face time and time again. Standing face-to-face, the beasts pummeled one another. Trading blow for blow. Neither refusing to go down. Their blows echoed through the island chain as if a summer storm’s thunder. However, after their many blows, Rosie suddenly changed tactics. His fist opened up, grabbing the fin on the left side of his opponent’s skull. He squeezed and dragged his head closer while thrusting his thick, hard skull forward.

A collision of the minds caused a trickle of crimson to dribble down Ketos’ blue flesh. The reptile stumbled back, shaking his head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs.

Bellowing into the air and throwing both arms to his sides, Rosie charged. He lifted his right foot at the very last second, driving his heel straight into the drake’s snout. Ketos fell like a bag of bricks, his nose now bleeding. The greedy serpent groaned, rolling onto his chest and belly as Rosie loomed over him. The walrus king snorted, rolling a strange noise deep in his throat as he reached down, wide hands gripping the tips of his tail.

The reptile’s eyes went wide, “Let go of my tail you damn dirty walr-“

Ketos was yanked off of the sandy beach by the brute force of Rosie. The walrus spun once, yelling his tremendous cry to all to hear before releasing, throwing his latest victim head-first into his own mound of precious treasures.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Like a ragged skinned torpedo, Ketos came crashing down face first with a thunderous howl. His blood and teeth flew from his mouth as he collapsed onto the gem studded beach, his tail and limbs pounding down sand in outrage. The ocean waves around the battling pair of giants responded with the same burning anger, swelling to enormous size and circling the lone isle like gigantic shark's fins. The blade like crests soon sliced across the island itself, carving deep trenches into the loose sand and earth.

"Filthy mongrel!" bellowed Ketos as he staggered to his feet, crimson rivulets trailing from his mouth and nose. "Ketos will have your head for that!"

The raging blue behemoth threw both his hand forward with a bestial scream. Like curved katana blades, five great waves coiled up from the rioting ocean surface and hurtled across the island, singing against the wind and shrinking in height as they lost volume to the thirty sand below, but also plummeting in temperature and becoming twisted gnarls of solid ice. Rosie only sneered and readied his ice breaking claws in response. Two of the chilled guillotines were shattered instantly by the thick arms and long talons of the walrus. A third was shattered by his tail as he whirled around and turned its tufted tip into a club. However, the remaining two slices of frozen seawater sped to almost unimaginable speed. With three outlets of Ketos's concentration broken, the remaining two were gifted with more than double their previous attention. Sliding forward like great vertical razors and dodging around the swings of the Klenthurian gladiator, the twin spires of sharpened ice collided with the meaty neck of Rosie and hacked into his thick fur and flesh, trapping his head as if between the pincers of a truly massive insect. Blood squirted out like a leaky faucet, but Rosie shrugged off the damaged and raised his three fingered hands, ready to rip away the impromptu stock of ice.

Ketos was faster though, having begun moving before Rosie had even been struck. Extending a flat palm and placing all his considerable weight behind it, the Demon of the Deep slammed into Rosie like a razor skinned freight train, his spiny palm nearly cratering the other titan's chest. Rosie staggered back with a grunt, the blood spurting faster and the blades that bit into his neck creaking and splintering shrilly. Then, like strained air plane wings, they gave way. Rosie toppled backwards, a tremendous swirl of ice shavings and blood droplets curling from his torso. A broad V-shape of parted flesh and exposed veins framed his head now. A smudged palm print of dirtied fur sat near the base of the gruesome arrow, housed proudly within it like a trophy- where Ketos's bristled hand had collided with dense pectoral muscle and scarred the flesh there, staining Rosie's pure white pelt red with blood.

Rosie huffed as he wiped his hands on his newly formed collar, trying to brush away any grim or loose scraps of flesh that were no longer anchored to his body. The massive mammalian glared at Ketos, who returned his animosity with an nasty, pleased smile. Rolling his shoulders and clapping his fangs shut with a few hollow booms, the Klenthurian warrior surged forward like a wall of flesh and force. Ketos laughed airily and slung his body low, his tail arcing high over his head like a scorpion's stinger. A scoop of sand cradled within the flatten paddle of the shark like tail was hurled into Rosie's face, briefly blinding the walrus. While the arctic brute was without sight, Ketos took the opportunity to showcase his own strength and grappled the midsection of the giant brawler. His thin scales raising like a cat's hackles as his muscle bulged beneath his skin, the Tyrant of the Seas flipped Rosie over his shoulder, sending the 95,000 ton behemoth onto his back with the use of his own momentum. A mushroom cloud of sand lifted up in a plume. The impact had shook the entire island to its roots.

Whirling, Ketos taunted the fallen warrior before lifting one foot high. "Say hello to your shark friend after I send you to meet him."

The dragon stomped down with his razor scaled heel, aiming for the skull of his mammoth adversary...

[The Great MM]

The drake’s blade-like scales-covered heel came down upon the mightiest of all walrus’ heads much like a human’s boot would come down on a roach. Ketos laughed, shouting his almighty glory to anybody that would listen. As his heel grinded and shredded the flesh of Rosie’s head, he continued to bolster. “Pathetic animal! I am Ketos! Ruler of the sea, owner of everything! You are nothing! An insignificant brute of no woooooo”

Rosie’s hand had came up, grabbing the reptile’s shin and pulling him down. Ketos was forced to take a stand as the Klenthurian Gladiator exploded into action, wide maw opening and pointed tusks throwing down, directly into the blue demon’s shoulder! The dragon’s eyes went wide and a squeal of pain blew from his mouth as Rosie’s tusks tore free like twin steak knives.

The drake coughed and covered the bloody wound with his left hand. “You shall pay!”

Rosie snarled in response and lunged, tackling the stumbling creature. The dragon fell back with Rosie on top of him, using his great weight to keep him down and knees dug into the elbows, preventing him from using his arms. Lifting both of his muscular arms above his head, the walrus locked his fists together. Bringing them behind his head, the King of Walruses howled his unmistakable fury once more.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

The walrus snorted, glaring down at his victim before the hammer-like fist of doom launched from behind his head and came down, driving full force at blinding speed into the snout of the greedy serpent. Ketos was silenced as the fist lifted up and repeated process, burying itself in the expanding bloody pulp that was quickly replacing Ketos’ normal visage. Streams of red began to flow as Rosie hammered away at his victim, pulverizing his face as if it were a prime steak.

After four blows, Ketos’ snout was bent and several teeth either cracked or completely gone. A crimson mask now stretched across his blue face, as well as Rosie’s hands. The walrus barked, eyes narrowing – he wasn’t done! Not yet, anyway.

Still sitting on top of his opponent, the walrus leaned to the side. His wide hand opened up and scooped up tons of the drake’s prized treasures. Pulling the handful of coins, gems, and pearls closer, Rosie tilted his head. His other hand came down, grabbing and squeezing Ketos’ neck so tight his eyes nearly popped out of socket. The sea monster’s snout popped open, gasping for air…

At that instant, Rosie’s hand released his throat and the other hand, filled with his treasures, came down! The serpent gagged and chocked as he was force fed his prized possessions! A large lump slid down Ketos’ throat as he swallowed and Rosie’s hand came up. At the same time, the walrus’ opposite hand had already stretched out and reached for another handful of treasure…

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Blood and gold splashed from Ketos's mouths he struggled to keep breathing. The dragon's red eyes bulged as he straggled on a piece of his own horde, his jaws yawned open but silent as he tried to scream. Rosie sneered. The massive gladiator prepared another handful of treasure to force feed to his unbearable foe, but the brutal mammal had neglected to think his actions through- one does not stand directly in front of a cannon after loading the cannonball. Though Ketos's eyes sprung out freakishly as he gagged and choked , his chest and throat swelled too, and steam gushed from his nostrils and gills. If Rosie was the sort that bothered to let the torture of his nerve endings faze him, the walrus would realize that the pale cloud swirling around his head was scalding hot. Its touch burned wherever his skin was unprotected by fur, his nose and the lining of his mouth and eyes quickly turning scarlet red from the trauma.

Like a lethal scatter shot, Ketos launched that which blocked his throat in a blinding spray of water!

Rosie was pushed up and back as boiling water and chunks of melted gold travelling at near supersonic speed collided with his skull, peeling the skin back and leaving bald streak of bone glistening across his scalp. A hand was raised to the walrus's face as he staggered back, blocking any further assault to his skull. His thick knuckles and fingers crunched wetly as more debris bounced off and tumbled to the sand below. Ketos swelled up from beneath the polar brute and shoved him back with a howl. The move did not harm the hardly beast, it merely put some distance between him and the sea drake.

Ketos bite his lip hard enough to draw blood as he stumbled back from Rosie, his head spinning and his heartbeat labored and heavy. He was already loosing a tremendous amount of blood. His mind was faint and his chest was tight and strained. He looked more like a crimson drake than a navy one now. As the blood that soaked his head drizzled down his scaly hide in thin channels, the Demon of the Deep considered his options. The smart thing to do would be to keep his distance and batter the walrus from safely out of his reach, but Ketos's pride rebelled against the idea. He would not be caught backing down, especially from a mindless brute like this. His physical strength alone would not suffice though. As strong as his reptilian form was, the Klenthurian warrior was stronger. Much stronger. So if brute force by itself would not cut it...

Blood trickled down the arc of Ketos's claws, causing him to clench them into a hard fist.

... he needed to fight dirty.

The blood dripping from the tips of the dragon's talons cooled and solidified, forcing curved sickles of tainted reddish ice. Stepping smartly forward as Rosie wiped the water and blood from his face, Kedos let out a bestial roar and plunged his icy gauntlet deep into the walrus's side. Though tough enough to deflect even a kaiju-sized bullet from a sniper rifle, the compact ice was sturdy and driven by great force, so they slid easily in. The skin beneath the blades was stretched taunt by Ketos's cruel mind too, his dark folds gripping the water-filled cells beneath the coat of the walrus and pulling them far apart, making penetration easier. His fingers sinking in to the sockets, Ketos wrenched his arm down and broke off the frozen claws within Rosie's body, leaving them stuck between his ribs. His eyes clear and his jaws curled into a snarl, the great white walrus responded by making a solid connection to Ketos's jaw, knocking the dragon's head back like a Pez dispenser and causing a small spray of blood that drizzled over his pale pelt as tiny dark dots to erupt up. Despite his pounding skull and bleeding jawline, Ketos laughed, loud and clear. With his left arm, the mountainous sea monster reached under the raised arm of the angered brawler and delivered a punch to his opponents' side. The blow was not tremendous. Rosie would not have felt it even if he observed pain. But it was not just a mere sucker punch either. With the light blow, Ketos had lashed out with all his hydrokinetic might, turning the shards of ice lodged in Rosie's side into an internal shotgun burst of super-dense crystals! The walrus's innards were riddled by the shattered shards of ice, some piercing so deeply that they became buried in the opposite wall of the beast's chest. Though Rosie did not feel the agony, the damage was there and it was enormous. Watery blood mixed with shredded bits of organ tissue began spurting from the four holes in the Arctic chimera's side as proof.

Cackling with glee, Ketos curled his claws and found the surviving fragments of ice within Rosie's gut. Grinning like a madman with a shark's flat snout and a fish's needle teeth, the Tyrant of the Seas drew back his arm and roared in preparation to rip the crystalline shards out...

[The Great MM]

Rosie looked down, bloody eyes narrowing as the crimson crystals lodged within him began to tear out. The walrus snorted, tilted his blocky skull. Ketos’ cruel eyes narrowed, realizing that the movement and tearing of his opponent’s flesh wasn’t doing anything. His white fur and pink flesh underneath separated, allowing the many shards to fall away and bury themselves in the moist – by blood and water – sand.

Ketos hissed, a bloody tongue licking at the air as his bony fingers stretched out. His own blood surged into curved claws once again. Like a demonic tiger, he pounced. Rosie, remaining ever-so resilient and his honed skill kicking in, sidestepped. The sea drake was fast, spinning on a heel in and lashing out with claws that could virtually eviscerate weaker opponents.

But Rosie was not one of them.

The greedy reptile had made a grave mistake in believing his opponent was just some mindless brute.

Despite his great size, the walrus was effectively dodging the wild slashes by his opponent. And what Ketos didn’t realize, with every movement, Rosie was focusing his inner strength. That raw, savage power that only the toughest of warriors possessed. It was the fifth of sixth swipe that Rosie sidestepped. Ketos’ bloody hands lifted, ready to strike again when…

WHAM!

Rosie’s fist, closed as tightly as it could, came up with a brutal uppercut enhanced by his newly found Ki. The fist smashed into the underside of the dragon’s snout, lifting him nearly sixty meters into the air. Entire teeth soared through the sky like falling stars as he went straight up in front of Rosie…

Reacting quickly, the Klenthurian Gladiator’s other hand whipped up, palm open. He grabbed hold of the serpent’s tail as the body dragged it up. Just as the inertia stopped, but before Ketos could fall back to the sand, the great white walrus spun, using his victim as a hammer and the very beach his anvil. The ground shook and sand cratered, sending a storm of sand and blood outward. Rosie released the tail and peered down…

Ketos was twitching, one eye wincing and the other shut completely. The lower jaw, while not broken, was obviously damaged and hung loosely open. His breathing was harsh and hard, chest having taken the blunt of the whip-slam. The rich kaiju coughed, yakking up a wad of blood. The walrus snorted. Rosie couldn’t speak words like his opponent, but he knew what they meant. And he seemingly knew what his opponent thought of him. The king of the walrus smirked and lifted a hand, followed by the very hand’s middle finger…

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Three razor crescents of water sliced into Rosie's middle finger just as it became erect, the hard edges of liquid slicing deep into the joints of the isolated digit and splashing blood onto the others. The clawed finger flopped, only half raised as it bobbed and bounced weakly like a sail with holes punched in it. It tried to raise up again, but faltered immediately. If the talons of the Arctic behemoth were not meant to shatter polar ice, it might have been hacked off completely- which, although in clear violation of UCA regulation and a sure fire way to become subject to their wrath, would have been completely worth it in the dragon's mind. Anything to cut off, however literally, insult to him.

Rosie arched his eyebrows as he saw the bloody digit fall limp. The great walrus grunted and tried to make a fist. The damaged digit only ended up sticking awkwardly out of the clenched ball of flesh and bone. Ketos grinned. The cruel drake, although bleeding heavily from his mouth and seeing out of only one eye, laughed at the misfortune of the mammalian bruiser as he struggled to his feet, blood drenching the sand compressed beneath his girth. Clenching his brow, Rosie wrapped his claws together tighter, trying to force the unruly finger to fold into place. The echoing laughter from his foe grew louder. Barring his teeth and knitting his brow, the Klenthurian gladiator used his other hand to shove the crippled finger into the ball of his hand, cocked his arm back with a deep breath that spiked his fur and focused his energy, and threw a devastating punch that silenced Ketos's laughter with a burst of Ki and a loud crunch. The navy drake nearly toppled all over again as his lower jaw caved in some, teeth now splaying from one side of it like a fan of spears. The Demon of the Deep gasped, then drew sharp breath as the act sent white hot agony shooting through his ruined jaw. The pain quickly turned to anger though, and, like the rage that boiled inside of Ketos, the sea swelled up.

Icy slivers of water with their edges half-frozen to give the impression of serrations flew from the ocean. The cold crescents of water, many times larger than those that had rendered Rosie's middle finger limp, tore across the knees and ankles of the walrus, splitting them wide open. Flesh was unzipped as if along a predetermined line and blood splattered messily as the frosty blades shaved away tons of meat away from the white warrior's legs, weakening their integrity. Ketos roared as he diced the walrus's flesh with sword shaped extensions of his mind. If this beast thought that it could treat him like a mongrel instead of a king, then he would make it bow before him! If not by choice, then because it couldn't stand!

Rosie, shrugging off the distressed wobble that his legs gave as they were dashed to bits and pieces, advanced towards Ketos with a roll of his shoulders, his claws wrapping into fists even as one particular finger flailed and flapped in defiance. The dragon would not let the brute draw too close though. With a rush of steam and a spray of surf from his nostrils, Ketos fired a hot lance of boiled water! The blast of brine found its mark at the base of the large bloody V-shape that framed Rosie's fanged head. Raging through the forked gouge like bubbling river water carving a canyon, the superheated froth shredded deeper into the muscle and fat of the immense creature. Two crimson gushes of water, foam, and flesh rose off of Rosie's shoulders like the makings of a scarlet cape or blood red cloak. As the hot torrent of water cut deeper into the walrus, opening fresh veins and severing more and more of the brawler's impressive pectoral mass, Ketos made his own advance, aiming to slam all his weight into the weakened knees of his foe.

His enemy may have been king of the north where he came from, but Ketos was lord of the ocean across all worlds!

[The Great MM]

The sea drake collided with Rosie’s weakened knees, causing the juggernaut to stumble back a few steps before taking a knee. The great white shook his head, blood flying in every direction like water from a dog drying itself. Ketos grinned, despite all the wreckage of his once grand face, he grinned. The damage was but temporary. He’d be fixed up. Rosie had insulted him.

Now it was personal.

The sea serpent’s leg came up, aiming to strike Rosie’s fur-covered groin. A thunderous boom followed as the leg dropped. Rosie looked down, his right brow twitching. He ignored the pain – pain that would send any King of the Monsters crumbling in embarrassment. The walrus’ blood-soaked lip curled and his blue eyes rolled, glaring at Ketos. The damn dragon continued to smirked.

They were so close, Rosie could still smell his blood mixed with Ketos’ on his opponent’s body.

With surprising speed, the Klenthurian Gladiator exploded into a frenzy. His left hand, the one with good fingers, launched up, squeezing Ketos’ throat once again. Instantly, the Navy drake’s hands came up, clenching the forearm. But it was futile. With a simple yank, Rosie reeled him in and thrust his bony head forward. Their heads met with a thunderous collision. Ketos’ arms fell limp from Rosie’s arm as Rosie head butted again. He did everything he could to crack his foe’s skull like an eggshell and scramble his brains.

A massive gash formed between the eyes on the third impact, washing down like a gothic waterfall. Rosie’s hand, once splattered with crimson gore, turned entirely red as Ketos’ blood flowed freely.

Squeezing his victim’s throat tighter, Rosie hoisted him into the air in one swift moment. Ketos lifted over 100-meters into the air as Rosie spun, still holding him by the throat, before slamming him down with a trademark, one-handed chokeslam. Ketos’ back arched and body bounced off the ground as a groan of agony escaped his reptilian lips.

Stumbling away, Rosie lifted his wounded right hand and examined the mauled digit. He snorted, trying to move it but only amassing a twitch. He gripped it tightly with his other hand. At this point, it would only hamper his ability to functionally use the hand. Thus, with one tug and a snap of bone and sound of ripping flesh, Rosie tore it off! He cast the meditated finger away and rotated his hand, watching as blood pumped out with every heart beat. However, he made a fist with the wounded hand…

And it worked.

To make matters worse for his opponent, where the bone broke, a sharp edge peeked through the torn flesh and spitting veins.

Rosie turned around, eyes narrowing as Ketos climbed to his feet. The walrus shook his head and rolled his shoulders while lowering his body to a crouch. He placed the wounded hand on the beach, littered with blood and gold. His other hand came up, waving for his opponent to turn around.

The greedy drake coughed and gagged on blood as every inch of his back and face screamed in pain.

Ketos had no idea what was coming…

The dragon turned to one direction, eyes scanning the battlefield for his opponent. He then turned…

Rosie charged, leaving a cloud of dust and spray of sand and gold in his wake. Ketos had no time to react as Rosie speared him with an enhanced spear, supercharged by his training of Ki. The dragon’s body nearly split in two as his body folded around Rosie’s head and shoulders. The walrus carried him nearly four hundred meters before stopping, throwing the dragon down with impact so hard that the sand almost buried him. Every orifice was bleeding – mouth, nose, ears, eyes, and possibly the ass – which was buried in sand.

The Klenthurian Gladiator bellowed his dominance as he leaped to his feet, pounding his drum-like chest with his blood-soaked hands several times. No doubt, the people watching at home were going nuts.

But he knew his opponent wasn’t dead. Couldn’t be. Not yet. He turned around, eyes narrowing as Ketos’ broken body twitched. Would he get up? Would he dare get up…?

[Tenshi the Sunkern]

"ATTENTION! EXCESSIVE BUTALITY DETECTED BY COMBATANTS ROSIE AND KETOS!"

Rosie looked up, and saw numerous missiles flying up out of the water. the warrior rolled his shoulders, and smirked. Let them come. He could take them anyday! That smirk was quickly replaced when the dozens of missiles rained down upon him and Ketos like a hailstorm. Their flesh was charred, scales and hair burst into flames as they were hammered down by the relentless assault. Even Rosie was forced down onto his belly from the sheer firepower, until it finally ended.

OOC: Okay, I think this has gone a WEE bit overboard in terms of brutality, nevermind the fact that crippling weapons or limbs (Yes, that includes the finger, Hayes) is not allowed. And then, ripping off your own finger as well. Remember folks, this isn't meant to be a gore fest, so keep the brutality down, okay?

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Despite the ferocity of the bombardment that had clobbered both him and his opponent, Rosie was up quickly. The great walrus grunted and rolled his shoulders even as craters billowed smoke from his back. There was a slight stagger to his step as he approached the still downed Ketos, but it was quickly shed. Rosie grumbled loudly and narrowed his eyes at where the dragon laid bloody and broken. There was no movement from the sea serpent, but the Klenthurian gladiator did not believe that his foe would give up so easily. The Arctic giant clenched his fists tight, causing the skin on his damaged hand to pull taunt and unsheathe the jagged bone of his amputated middle digit. The shaggy behemoth beat his chest bellowed loudly, trying to rouse his foe.

He received no response.

Rosie roared several more times, each of his taunting cries growing louder and more thunderous, as if he was not one beast, but really a set of storm gods trying to outdo one another. The last and most monstrous of the howls caused a great ring of frothing, churning water to spread out from around the lonely isle, already cratered and stained red with blood, like a miniature tsunami. As the echoes of that terrible final roar died down, Rosie submitted to what now seemed obvious- Ketos was not getting up. The brutal gladiator shrugged his broad shoulders and slowly turned away from his enemy, believing the fight to be over.

He was wrong.

The waters around the island split apart like the Red Sea, and a long serpentine shape spilled out of the waves like a living ribbon of water. For a brief second, Rosie thought that Quetzar himself had interrupted the battle, perhaps seeking vengeance for his loss against him. He quickly realized that it was actually a replica of the noble sun serpent composed entirely of water- clearly the work of Ketos. Spraying bubbles and mist from its mouth, the writhing ocean construct soared high in the air before diving down, icicles trailing off of its hooked snout like fangs and jutting from its broad wings in place of claws. The watery serpent wrapped around Rosie faster than could be countered. As the body of the false Sun Warrior touched the great white warrior, it froze, trapping Rosie in a solid, coiling constraint that pinned his arms to his side and pinched his shoulders together. As the open-mouthed head of the double reared high and flash froze with its fanged mouth wide open, Rosie snorted and prepared to use his tusk and claws for the purpose that they were originally intended for- shattering ice- but a loud hiss stopped him. Eying the arched head and neck of the solidified copy, Rosie saw that the translucent insides of the serpent were foaming and bubbling. If the walrus paid mind to his pain receptors, he would have felt the compact ice begin to heat and thaw as well, stinging his hide with briefs bubbles and spills of intense heat. A rattling rush of air sounded from within the oversized ice statue.

Like a rooftop gargoyle belching out water, the icy double spat a great gout of scalding steam!

Rosie's face was engulfed by a blinding cloud of superheated water and air, his fur and skin boiled off the flesh. The pelt of the Arctic warrior began to thin and fall out, and his tough hide drooped and swelled, the water beneath it bubbling violently. On sheer instinct, the mammalian titan squeezed his eyes shut, preventing him from loosing use of his sight. But that could only protect so much, as his eyelashes began to curl and his lids turned a swollen scarlet red hue due to the hellish heat! Suffering by heat was not the only thing that Rosie would have to endure though. Before the subzero bruiser could do anything about the vaporous "flames" that bathed him from the fake Quetzar's mouth, a weight of 80,000 tons slammed into him from behind! The false Quetzar shattered, skewering Rosie with its jagged remains and dousing the walrus with what remained of its boiling ammunition. Rosie was less like a monstrous brawler and more like a boiled goose as he staggered across the wet crimson sand!

Ketos gaffed. "Feeble as the real thing, no?"

Without giving his foe time to react, the Demon of the Deep snapped his fingers and made each tiny shard of ice lodged in the hide of the Klenthurian brute boil from the inside and erupt in a tiny shower of water and flurries. It appeared as if fireworks were going off underneath Rosie's skin, each gaseous explosion peeling up fur and tissue, each doing its part to try and skin the walrus alive. Fighting through the disorientation and chaos that surrounded him, Rosie reached out with a long burly arm, seized Ketos's throat, and heaved the dragon into the air. The Tyrant of the Seas yelped as he was thrust down like a rag doll, his shoulder blades and spine absorbing a tremendous impact that rattled his brain like a lightning strike to the skull!

But even as he wheezed in agony, blood on his breath, the stubborn drake retaliated, swinging his tail up and then down, aiming the stiff, axe-like tail paddle at the back of Rosie's neck like a scaly guillotine. An insult to a king deserved nothing less than a beheading...!

[Tenshi the Sunkern]

24 hours, MM

[The Great MM]

Yes Yes. My post. I need another 24 hour extension. I could write up a quick half-ass attack, but that would completely suck for such an amazing fight like this has been.

Reasons: my work cancelled tomorrow so now I'm doing some stuff with friends later. I'll post tomorrow morning/evening, whenever I wake up.

[Tenshi the Sunkern]

OOC: Very well... you have until tomorrow at this time to respond.