Quetzar vs. Grimm

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Quetzar

vs.

Grimm

Ref: Needed

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It had been a few weeks before Grimm was disturbed. He spent the entire time.... doing absolutely nothing, but stare at the wall in quietness.

Now without warning, he was called upon. "Grimm, re-"

But Grimm caught he voice off. "Report to the teleporter for your match. Yes, I know, I saw it coming. What I can't see is the outcome... curious." Knowing before hand of there power, at least a small bit, Grimm casually walked on the pad and was quickly transported to the wasteland.

With a look around, Grimm took in the view of the area. It was twilight here, sun going down, and the wasteland was... empty. He huffed. "This I could get use too. Reminds me of my old room."

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Materializing in a brilliant beam of light, Quetzar entered with true element with a joyous wail, wings stretching out greedily to capture as much air under the ragged membranes as possible. Lazily spinning in a vast circle, the airborne serpent took a moment to take in his surroundings. The first things he noticed were lots of heat and lots of open sky. Perfect. Quetzar let his mouth curl into the largest grin his reptilian muzzle would allow. Rock formation ranging from dull to bizarre dotted the dry terrain below, the shifting sands constantly carving and shaping stone. The Sun Warrior regarded these natural structures with crimson eyes that glowed dully, as if flames were housed behind them. They might present interesting opportunities in the battle the winged beast knew he was about to be thrown into.

Now lifting his cool gaze to scan the sky, Quetzar quickly spotted another form in the air, this one much darker and more compact than his own. It appeared to be a bird, a vulture specifically. Back on Earth, Quetzar often joined such birds on the warm morning breeze. They seemed peaceable enough there. But this vulture was far closer to his size, and eons of experience had taught the solar dragon that other giants were rarely completely what they seemed.

Angling his broad wings to carry him towards the other flying titan, Quetzar banked gently to soar towards his son-to-be foe. While he had to fight or face the full fury of the UCA, he hoped to avoid a truly vicious brawl. There were more than enough wicked creatures here to provide those. If at all possible, Quetzar hoped to leave the battle with an ally. Or at least depart without a new enemy. The dragon did let his internal furnace heat up though, just in case. Who knew how the great avian would react?

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Monsters...FIGHT!

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Quetzer came down, landing a two-hundred meters away from the buzzard who stood there with no enthusiasm in his eyes. The posture made him feel comfortable enough to speak before fighting, since this kaiju seemed to be one of the smarter of monsters here at the UCA. "Greetings..."

Grimm didn't speak at first, only stared like an nonliving statue. Then he spoke. "Hello..." The words were virtually emotionless.

"It seems we must fight today. For that I am truly sorry. I rather not if it could be avoided."

"Likewise," the bird replied. "Its such a mother-fucking drag." Casually he groomed the underside of his wing. "I rather be home, sleeping eternity away."

"Well, shall we start then? If we don't fight soon, we may be fired upon."

"Agreed. You may have the first move."

The gesture caught the emerald serpent off guard. He was so surprised that Grimm was so casual about being struck like a target on a target range. "Your allowing me to attack first? This is not a board game, we can both very well die from our battle here."

"I have my doubts. Here..." Grimm slowly lifted one claw and moved around, turning his back on Quetzar. "I made it easier. Now attack me."

Part of Quetzar felt irritated that this monster was so full of himself to do that. It was even insulting. And to attack from behind like that would be so degrading.
Then again, irritation soon turned to a sliver of anger. "Fine, but I warned you." Quetzar unknowingly lunged forward like a snake striking at prey! Time seemed to slow down as his jaws reached closer and closer to his enemy. He had him now and already...

But then at the last moment, he moved... ever so casually, ever so nonchalantly, and so calmly... that it was like he didn't have to try.
Because he didn't.
Grimm had casually hopped up just as the sun warrior came at him. He began passing underneath him, but Grimm came back down and landed one foot just behind the serpents head.
This caused Quetzar to skid face first on the dry ground. His first reaction was too struggle, but as he tried, he suddenly was on fire! Not in the literal sense. Some strange purple energy crackled over the Vulture's body and began shocking him like a lightning bolt. Quetzar screamed and coiled up on himself, causing Grimm to jump off.

Grimm casually glided away and landed, turning to face his foe.
Slowly Quetzar rose, shaking his head. "How the hell did you do that?!" He was taken by surprise by the accuracy of his opponent. Before he could answer, he noticed some of his feathers dropping down. A closer look, and he realized his own feathers looked dull and grey. "What did you do to me!?"

With a huff, Grimm settled down and began explaining. "I had this gut feeling you would not take me seriously due to my disposition. So I decided to make an example. I could predict your moves and thus simply move accordingly and countering."

"You make soun-"

"Like I can see the future?" Quetzar's eyes widen in anxiety. "Yes, I can. I can see almost everything that will be. I am the only one in this world and the next that can do that."

"And this?" he pointed to his own lose feathers. "Am I aging? I look like I am molting!"

"I can cause necrosis in living creatures." A bit of the black-purple bolts arced off him. "I can make any living creature decompose while its alive, no matter what its made off. Save for machines... It is a very painful death. I do not wish it on anyone, really. Even now your living cells are slowly dying, your nerves screaming on a micro level. Odd though..." he looked at his own talons. "I'm surprised your brain is still functioning. What is this placing doing to me..." Then he looked up. I will make this clear to you. Take me seriously, or else I WILL kill you without mercy."

Quetzar was dumbfounded. He had underestimated this enemy severely. He experienced nothing like this. It was down right terrifying.
But in the fear, he noticed a few things. "Your partly blind, aren't you?"

With a shrug, Grimm nodded.

"You can't see everything that will happen. Otherwise you would not have had to rely on a gut feeling.."

Grimm almost smiled. "Your a bright one." He cracked his neck. "Now, as we were?"

"Yes..." Now that he knew what he was up against, Quetzar felt more confident about fighting. Not giving the buzzard any chance, he threw himself at him again like before.
Grimm opened his wings and flapped back, avoiding the strike. Quetzar fallowed up with a blast of fire after him. Grimm's eyes widen as the flames engulfed him and singed his feathers.
Quickly he flew up and away.
Quetzar soon fallowed. He was not about to let him get away.

Grimm swung around and flung his wings. Several feathers began flying down after Quetzar like tiny sharp knives to try and strike him.

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As the blade-like feathers zipped down, the air screeching around them with a high, hollow whistling, Quetzar punched out his own wings, pausing midair. With a clap of his leathery membranes, a rush of air was sent up all at once, like a invisible wall. When the feathers struck this shock wave, they were scattered, flung in all directions. As the now harmless organic darts plummeted past him, Quetzar lunged up, wings folding against his side to streamline his shape. Roaring up at Grimm, a searing plume of fire billowed from his jaws. Calmly, Grimm danced gracefully around the jet of flames. Quetzar swung his head around, trying to bring the blast of fire sweeping across the vulture, but the Avatar of Death simply ducked under it, swooping right past the dragon. As he passed, he projected a simple thought at Quetzar.

"Saw that coming."

There was no arrogance, no boasting, not even pride. It was a plain statement, a simple truth. If anything, it was a warning, another reminder that he couldn't be underestimated. That's what frustrated Quetzar. He would have thought such an intelligent, level-headed opponent would be refreshing after battling the likes of Thresher and Rektor. But under all that stoicism, there was still a certain tone that all of the Sun Warrior's foes seemed to share. Quetzar narrowed his warm crimson eyes a bit. Why did all his enemies have to possess such attitude?

Gently soaring past his serpentine foe, Grimm sighed. He had warned the dragon, had he not? The dark bird glanced back at the winged beast. His visions of the future may be sketchy in this damned place, but they were still sufficient to avoid such obvious attacks. Anyone could see that.

What the vulture didn't see was Quetzar's plume tailed curling up in front of him.

Wham!

Grimm was thrown aside easily with a lash of the feathered tail, his head ringing from the powerful blow. Momentarily stunned, the titanic avian dropped sideways. Quetzar dived right after him, wings furling tightly. As he regained his senses, Grimm scrunched up his face some. In his mind's eyes, he could see that that Quetzar was screaming down after him, moving too fast to avoid. But he could easily by countered. Stretching out one wing, the buzzard let the wind tugging at his feathers flip him over. Now falling back-first, Grimm stared Quetzar straight in the face. The dragon grunted in surprise, the intensity in his eyes fading. Grimm gave him a look of disapproval.

"You really must do better than this."

Retching, the vulture spat a glob of powerful stomach acid right at the dragon. Quetzar jerked his head to the side, the acid barely whizzing past his face. Instead, it splattered across his narrow shoulders. The potent digestive juices ate away at him, burning away his emerald scales and into vulnerable flesh. A few drops of the acid hit his wings, creating ragged holes in the tough membrane instantly. Wailing in pain, Quetzar thrashed about, long body beating the air. The agonized frenzy slowed the great serpent, making him fall behind. And just in time, Grimm noted. With his foe no longer right on top of him, he could finally break his fall. Spinning upright and unfurling his wings, the giant bird pulled up, his downward momentum becoming forward thrust and sending him barreling just over the ground, sand whipped into towering vortexes by his girth. Banking, Grimm circled around...

... and straight into a stream of blazing fire.

Funneling his pain and anger into the blast, Quetzar watched in satisfaction as his avian foe flew straight through his flames, feathers igniting in a blackened path across his back. Grimm huffed, a mix of pain and irritation in his voiced. The holes in his future sight were growing quite annoying. Speaking of his far sight, he could see Quetzar was about to slam into him from above. And being so low to the ground and against such an agile creature, he didn't have many placed to go. The great vulture grumbled. Great.

A long stretch of Quetzar's sinuous body whipped down, a wave of scales and flesh. Slugged hard between the shoulder blades, Grimm was knocked down and out of the air. Smashing down into the ground, the bird tumbled for a bit, leveling sand dune after sand dune. Luckily for the brittle boned giant, a desert made for a softer landing than most.

Swooping down with fire behind his eyes, Quetzar closed in on Gimm. Throat expanding, the Sun Warrior belched up a bit of the napalm-like substance stored in his stomach. As the liquid fire rained down upon the vulture, Quetzar waited to see if this 'all-seeing' beast would be able to avoid it...

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Of course he knew it was coming. Pulling his head out of the dirt, he turned and held up a wing just as the flames struck. His wing was bathed in fire that stuck to his feathers like a watered down pigeon.
Quickly he pushed his wing down into the sand dunes and used the earth to smother the flames down.
Now his wing was fairly burnt. Feathers were badly singed, but not so bad that he could not fly. "Damn..."

Quetzar hovered there, mildly impressed that this bird took the pain so willingly. It was a shame they were enemies at the moment... he would make a valuable companion.

Looking up to his foe, Grimm stared at the sun warrior. His eyes narrowed...
All of a sudden, Quetzar felt a wave of fear overtake him. His breathing became labored and if he could sweat, he would be. Heart racing, body shivering, he had no idea why.
Then he noticed those eyes on Grimm, glowing like amethysts. That is whats terrifying him.
But before he could do anything, the vulture came up at in a B-Line right for him. Fight or flight response, Quetzar turned and began to flee for what he though was his life.

A short chase ensued after him, before the fear stopped. All of a sudden, Quetza had no idea what overtook him and even found it a very stupid thing to do.
He turned around to face his past fear, only to have Grimm slam both talons right onto his head! As soon as he had him, the vulture began shocking the sun bird with his necrotic energy that flowed over his body.
Shrieking in pain, he breathed a stream of flame forward which forced Grimm to release him. Immediately the buzzard retreated, heading down to the dry wastes below. Quetzar raced after him.

Predicting what happens next, Grimm turned and charged an orb of energy, firing back at his on-comming attacker.

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Quetzar was enraged, and it had nothing to do with Grimm's empathic manipulation. The vulture had just crossed the line. To toy with the heart and mind of another creature was unacceptable. Although he still wished to stay on relatively good terms with the bird, it was time to kick up the heat!

Curling his wings to dance nimbly around the orb of necrotic power, the Sun Warrior continued his charge on the Avatar of Death. Unfortunately for the dragon, the chaotic energy struck the end of his tail. A terrible screech of pain escaped the winged serpent, his scales, flesh, and feathers rotting away. His tail tip began to curl and twitch uncontrollably, emerald green becoming a sickly hue and its tuff of plumage rapidly falling away. But instead of letting the pain hinder him, Quetzar used the agony to power his assault, wings pumping even more furiously as he rushed Grimm.

Shrieking like some avenging beast, the solar dragon tackled the buzzard in midair!

Grimm grunted as Quetzar's claws hooked into his shoulders, holding him in place. The sound of mild annoyance quickly became a squawk of pain as the flying serpent slashed at the bird's chest with his jutting fangs, blood spraying directly into the dragon's open mouth. At the same time, Quetzar's sinuous body looped around Grimm, muscular coils entrapping the dark avian. In an instant, the serpent tightened his grip to give Grimm an absolute nightmare of a hug. The bringer of doom on wings wheezed miserably, chest nearly burst by the pressure and eyes bulging hideously. The buzzard tried to struggle, but every movement only succeeded in increasing his agony, the deadly hug becoming snugger and snugger. Deciding the bird had almost suffered enough, Quetzar pushed his face into Grimm's, features hard and steely.

I would greatly appreciate it if you stayed out of my head. You seem like a reasonable beast, so I will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you understand that.

The message was neither friendly or hostile, but it was easy to tell the dragon was pissed. Constricting Grimm for only a few seconds more, the Sun Warrior finally released the vulture. Allowing time for the Avatar of Death to catch and right himself in the air, the winged serpent then loosed a gout of flames. The blast of fire scorched Grimm, not too harshly, but it still scalded flesh and crisped feathers. The corners of his mouth tightening in satisfaction, Quetzar vomited up another column of fire...

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Grimm took the full blast of that attack by folding his wings around himself like a shield. The flames sent him flying back by force, but his feathers again had been scorched. I this kept up, by the end of this match he was going to be bald all over from all his feathers being turned into ash.

After trying to block the flames from hitting anything far too important, the buzzard twirled and dive bombed toward the ground. The sun warrior was quickly to fallow after him. A chase started up with Quetzar right on the vultures tail feathers with Grimm doing several tricks from somersaults to barrel-rolls.
Quetzar was spitting fire at every turn. Each time he missed just barley when Grimm would pull an aerial move. No matter, his foes future sight would not last him forever.

Grimm flew just off the ground now, over the sands. A short flight and he suddenly slammed one talon into the lose sand which slowed him down greatly to almost stopping. Swinging around, he lifted one wing high up into the air.
Quetzar was flying to fast to avoid or stop. He flew over the bird and onto the wing which crackled to light with necrotic energy. He unknowingly walked into a trap...

*Shing!*

He cried out in pain as the feathers cut into his own feathery side. The blow caused him to lose focus and crash into the sands, skidding to a stop after a few rolls.
Grimm slowly lowered his wing. Blood stained it, but it soon turned black and smelled putrid. Insult to injury, he licked some of it off. "Not bad..." He turned to watch his foe recover.
Quetzar slowly rose and looked at the gash going down his side. "Ah..." he touched his own wound which bleed like a geyser. The blood was black and smelled horrid from it decomposing so rapidly. "This is... horrible..."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Its nothing personal..." It was odd for Grimm to apologize to anyone. Then again, his emotionless tone made it seem like he didn't mean it, so perhaps that's why.

Quetzar rose slowly, since the wound felt dreadfully awful. His heart wasn't exactly reacting well to the dead blood that was flowing in his system, either. He coughed slightly from his body just generally not feeling well at all. "I'm surprised your not an evil creature. You have enough power to be so."

Grimm raised an eyebrow. "I am neither good or evil. I am simply what is and will always be part of what is good for everything as a whole." He raised both wings after that. "And right now, my survival until I return home is the most important thing right now." He swung around and flung a small wave of feathers, but another wave erupted from his other wing as it came around as well...

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The first volley of feathers was promptly vaporized by a searing blast of flames funneled through parted jaws. The second set of projectiles, however, tore into leathery membrane as Quetzar lifted a wing in defense. Blood rained down as the solar serpent gave a piercing wail, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. Watching with emotionless eyes, Grim lifted his wings again. But instead of spearing the air with more blade-like feathers, an orb of dark, evil energy began to form, the terrible thing crackling and sizzling. With a simple flick of his wings and a small grunt, the Avatar of Death hurled the sphere of necrotic power at the Sun Warrior. The bird wished to get this over with quickly. Crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, fire flashing deep within them. As the deadly orb closed in on the dragon, a column of flames so intense it was a brilliant golden hue leapt forward, engulfing the dark mass of energy.

The might of the sun and death loosed at once, a massive fireball blossomed midair!

A wall of fire washed over Quetzar, swallowing up the winged serpent in a flash. Grimm, who was much further from the blast, was spared from all but a breeze that was a bit too warm to be pleasant. The buzzard snorted. So much for the so-called 'Sun Warrior'. Did he often explode himself? Wings flaring, Grimm took to the air, hoping to confirm that his foe was done for. Peering into the flames that were melting sand into slag, the one that brought death upon wings looked for signs of Quetzar.

Imagine his surprise when the dragon himself came screaming from the center of the flames, eyes and scales ablaze.

Grimm reeled back, but he was too slow. Lunging, Quetzar lashed out and caught him between two flaming wings! The vulture squawked loudly as he was knocked back, feathers transforming into burning ashes. As the dark bird struggled to right himself, Quetzar shot forward, wings furling tightly. Moving so fast he became a fiery comet, the reptilian beast flew tight circled around Grimm at a breakneck pace, practically creating a sphere of fire in the sky. The serpentine dragon looked like the electron cloud circling the very disgruntled atom that was Grimm. Caught in the impressive showcase of speed, stamina, and heat resistance, the vulture was being roasted, the heat quickly becoming unbearable. It was like being in an oven. An oven with wings and fangs. Suddenly, the great avian's plumage ignited, feathers bursting into flames. Grimm grumbled softly, a sign of panic in the stoic bird. If he didn't escape this blazing prison soon, he would be cooked alive! Ablaze and getting hotter, the Avatar of Death locked an unbreakable gaze on one of the 'walls' Quetzar was forming with his sinuous length. Taking the smallest opening in the living prison, Grimm pounced forward with a clap of his wings. Whether by incredible accuracy or incredible luck, the feathered fiend soared cleaning from the ever-shifting orb of flames and flesh...

... only to be slammed down with a swing of a plume tail.

Grimm cursed under his breath as he plunged, body limp. He should have seen that coming. Diving down after his foe like a falling star, Quetzar lowered his head and snapped his hardened eyes shut, aiming to ram the bird with all his weight. With his body still aflame and the blinding speed he was moving, such an impact would be like being tackled by a meteor with getting even on its mind...

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Grimm was at first trying to flap his wings and fly out of the path of the oncoming emerald dragon, but that was doing nothing but making him look silly as he flailed about in mid fall.
Then, his eyes flashed and he could see the future again. He saw nothing he could do could per say get him out being hit one way or another. But, he could at least avoid a head on strike.
He used his wings and tail feather to steer his direction. Quetzar was closing in and both were nearing the ground... annnd...
BOOM!
It was not a direct hit, but Grimm was slammed right on his side and sent flying back and soaring away into the distance!
Quetzar had full control and pulled up just before hitting the ground, leaving a glittering cloud of melting sand that made a rainbow as it all began falling back down to earth.

Grimm went flying for quite a long ways. Soaring, spinning, and finally hitting the sands. Be bounced for a long distance too, hitting dune after dune until he rolled to a stop, ending up on his back.
"...Fffffffffuck!" he cursed aloud before slowly standing up. "Where did I land?" He searched around to see he had landed near a rocky area that looked a bit like the badlands of Montana mixed with the Grand Canyon. There was much terrain here that gradually fed into a colossal ravine.
When he stood up, he felt his side. "Humph..."

Just then, Quetzar came soaring into the scene and casually hovered above the bird with about two-thousand feet between them. "Let that be a lesson not to underestimate me," Recalling Grimm's own words he said before.
Rolling his shoulders, Grimm didn't really seem impressed. "I suppose I have. You broke some of my ribs with that." His eyes caught into Quetzars and he stared. "Your eyes... you remind me much of my brother. I wonder how well you would fair against him..."

"Your bro-" Before Quetzar could ask his question, Grimm threw several feathers at him and interrupted his question. Many struck him across his body from his chest to his wings. Instinctualy he covered is face. When he looked back, Grimm was gone and out of sight. "Damn it!" He immediately took to the air to look for Grimm from the sky.
The search seemed to be in vain. This new rocky area must have hidden his foe very well. "Come out!"

A voice answered. "As you wish..." A dark shadow came from behind, making Quetzar swing around too show that Grimm had not hidden in the rocks, but into the sky and just out of the sun warriors sight. Both claws hit him on both shoulders and stopped his flying, sending both hurtling toward the ground!
Both monsters tumbled in mid air, with Grimm firmly on Quetzar's back. Quetzar was trying to reach him of course, but it was plain out hard with both of them falling and spinning in such a way.
When the ground came into the right distance, the Avatar of Death kicked off and let his prey go. Quetzar tried to right himself, but ended up hitting one rock structure and crashing down into the rocky terrain, skidding across the rough surface.

With a cough, Quetzar got up. He turned around quickly to see if Grimm was right behind him, but he was not there. Looking in every conceivable direction, he could not find the bird. Not even in the sky. So that meant he must have been in this rocky area, now.
Slinking around the area, Quetzar was in guard. He searched for his foe for all he knew, already saw the next event and already in place. It was hard to decided what to do when your enemy could possibly predict any and all your moves.

He cautiously slithered around the corner of a large rocky structure. that rose like a dark spire in the sunlight, casting a shadow from the sun. The glare made it hard to see the features of the rocks from the dark side of the stone.
Little did he know, Grimm was right on the very top of this tower of granite. The sun going around his form made him look like part of the rock.

Since Quetzar did not see what was right in the corner of his eye, Grimm shifted ever so lightly, making some tiny rocks move. He hacked and suddenly vomited, showering down a flood of stomach acid toward the dragon to shower him in it...

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Spying the rain of corrosive fluid seconds before it would have drenched him, Quetzar bolted to the side with a clap of his wings. As the stomach acid fell upon empty stone, sizzling loudly as it ate away at it, the extraterrestrial serpent coiled his muscular length around the granite tower that Grimm was perched on. There was a sudden, sharp crack as the dragon clenched his body. Grimm grunted in alarm as he felt the tower teeter under his talons. He raised his wings to take off, but the rock structure toppled before he could become airborne. Cursing as he and the stone tower plunged, the Avatar of Death was slammed headfirst into the unforgiving ground, beak cracking and skin splitting. It was strange to see such a dignified creature sprawled face-down across the canyon floor. Breaking his calm demeanor, Quetzar couldn't help but give a tiny grin, the corners of his mouth stretching out a bit.

As if sensing the mocking smile, Grimm pushed himself on his back with one wing, and threw the other out, sending a volley of blade-like feathers at the Sun Warrior!

Unprepared to dodge or counter, the organic daggers struck Quetzar right in his chest, piercing his emerald scales and spilling his molten blood. Screeching in pain, the winged reptilian loosed a jet of flames. With a sweep of his wings, the bleeding guardian whipped the fire into a spiraling vortex that swallowed up Grimm like a hellish twister. The blazing whirl stretched towards the heavens, melting sand and stone like nothing, reducing solid rock to flowing slag. Lurching from the fiery twister with a pained squawk, the Avatar of Death tried to flee the flames, but they clung to the already blackened giant like a second coat of feathers. With a spring of his coiled body, Quetzar lunged towards the flaming bird. Looping upon himself and gripping his own tail in his jaws- a disgusting act considering his tail tip was dead and rotting- the solar defender formed a serpentine hoop that spun through the air like a saw disc. And acted as such too, sharp spines hacking deep into Grimm's back as Quetzar smash into him from above. Yelping, the dark avian was yet again hammered down into the ground, the impact extinguishing the flames all over his body.

Rising to a kneel weakly, Grimm hissed as he felt his hot life essence flowing freely down his plumage. The irritated hiss became a furious one as he felt powerful coils embrace his body. Quetzar's face sudden right against his, the vulture huffed as he realized the Sun Warrior was about to put the big squeeze on him...

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Grimm did not move, for he knew, even without his future sight, he knew what was going to happen. The coins constricted him, tightly, like a boa that had gripped a tight hold of a unfortunate rabbit. His ribs ached from the pressure, since some of them were broken. An audible grunt came from him, showing that it did hurt.
Seemingly Quetzar had this one in the bag. Though he smelled a dirty rat since getting a hold on the vulture seemed to easy. "Surrender now, and I won't maim you. Don't think I won't, either." Small bits of flame came from his teeth as he spoke, threatening to scorch is caught prey.

With snort, Grimm looked the sun dragon in the eye. "You really are very imbecilic."

"What does that mean!?" The words pricked his skin like a needle. It was at that moment he realized his own anger was not his. However, the influence was only slight. "Your messing with my emotions again!"

"Yes, I am... But you lost concentration of what I just said." Suddenly his own body came alive with the energy. Pain echoed over every single inch of Quetzar's body since his coils were all around the buzzard. As quick as he could, he released the Death Avatar and raised off the ground.
Coughing hard, he realized his once gorgeous coloring was now becoming grey and dull. Most of the healthy cells within his body were dying and screaming in agony. He felt incredibly sick...
He suddenly hacked and coughed so hard that blood came up. Quite a bit of it too. "Oh god, I don't feel good..."
"Of course you don't," Grimm said as he slowly walked up near him. "By now, much of your inner workings are starting to fail. Your kidneys, liver, and your lungs which is why you are coughing up blood.
I can tell you right now, I can see the future at this moment. Quite a few different outcomes. I won't tell you much... But I can tell you right now, most of them led me to winning." There was a very dark tone to his words, yet it seemed he hinted at a better path as well.

With a wheeze, Quetzar rose up and turned to face him. "Are you telling me to give up and quite like some coward? I won't!" He opened his jaws and a stream of flames erupted in full force.
But Grimm only side stepped as calmly as ever. Quetzar was going to move his head accordingly, but he began hacking and coughing again that interrupted his fiery breath.

Grimm spoke again. "I can see if I continue to use my power, I will be murdering you." There seemed to be no remorse in his voice. Then of all things to say, he said "So I will reserve some of my power."
Quetzar looked up in surprise. "You will hold back on me?" His own words held no reservation in his astonishment.
Grimm nodded once. "If I kill you, I will be haunted with guilt. Your not an evil creature. Your one of good. As well, you remind me of my brother. I could never kill one such as you. Besides..." He leaned in. "Your future as yet to be completed." The corner of his mouth turned up in a pleasant smile.

But Quetzar was only partly pleased. Part of him still really wanted to deck Grimm in the head for being so arrogant. Even when this bird had good reason to talk the talk, it still irritated him. "So now what?"

"This." Grimm flew up, then came down at the bird with his talons aimed at the Sun Warrior's head.

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Quetzar screeched as the viciously hooked talons hacked into his skull, scalp ripped open and bleeding into his mane of feathers. Hissing furiously, the solar dragon prepared to loose a blast of flames. But Grimm saw it coming. With a casual sweeps of his wings, the vulture hopped back, barely avoiding being engulfed in a column of flames. With a few more beat, the Avatar of Death took to the air, hovering a small ways from Quetzar. Eyes narrowed into fiery shards, the Sun Warrior glared at the arrogant feather-bag. How dare the bird insult him! Constricting the dark avian had been a bit dimwitted, but that didn't lessen the sting of the other giant's unkind words. Grimm's pesky ability to see into the future was become quite annoying as well. Rising into the sky with a clap of his ragged membranes, the Sun Warrior screeched powerfully. It was time to show this bird who the true fighter here was. Eyes hardening, the winged serpent curled his lips to show his sharp fangs.

He'd show this feathered fiend something he had never seen before!

Lunging forward, Quetzar launched himself towards Grimm, wings pumping furiously. The one who brought death upon wings tensed up, ready for a brawl. But the extraterrestrial beast whisked right past him, great girth tugged at his feathers as it shifted the air. Making a sharp turn, Quetzar began to circle around the buzzard, rounding him again and again and again. Soon, a nasty storm was whipped up, sand and grit spiraling up in a twister. Grimm was unimpressed, and he showed it with a snort.

"Really? Some wind? Surely you can do better than that."

Instead of gracing the bird with an answer, Quetzar only smiled, a small, sly grin that made Grimm cock an eyebrow.

With a deep exhale, the Sun Warrior loosed a plume of searing fire into the twister!

The vortex of wind and sand lit up in an instant, glowing flames spreading throughout the savage spiral. Before long, Grimm was trapped in a vertical tunnel of swirling fire. Not wishing to relive the experience of being a Thanksgiving turkey, the Avatar of Death winged his way upwards, trying to escape through the top of the vortex. But for every wing beat he rose, so did the whirl of flames. Quetzar was actively keeping his victim trapped within the flames, slowly working his way up, the fiery twister following him. Together- bird, serpent, and flames- they rose, higher and higher, thousands of feet straight up. Grimm was beginning to panic. His entire coat was already smoking, fire sparking in several places within his plumage. He had to be careful to stay near the center of the vortex, or else his flight feathers would ignite and burn away to nothing. Horrible blisters rose all over his body, the heat causing him to squirm in agony. For the first time in the entire fight, Grimm let his eyes widen to their fullest extent. He was going to fry!

Then the top of the vortex was swept aside by leathery wings.

Blotting out the Sun as he hovered over the snaking towering of fire, Quetzar stared down at Grimm. Although he didn't show it, the buzzard was hoping that the dragon was being merciful. His hopes died instantly when he looked into the Sun Warrior's steely crimson eyes. Diving down, the solar serpent smashed his lowered skull into Grimm's gut. Wheezing out two lungfuls of air, the Avatar of Death dropped like a stone. Plunging back through the vortex of flames, the limp bird tore the blazing spire apart. Down they went, the bird and the flames, the dragon simply watching from above. Stony faced and without regrets, Quetzar watched Grimm's dark form become smaller, growing ever tinier, until...

BOOM!

Sprawled and half-buried in the desert dunes, Grimm groaned, summoning a series of curses to his beak. The sand had softened his fall, but that didn't mean it hadn't hurt. No, it had hurt like hell. He was going to feel that in the morning. And the morning after that. When Grimm finally found the time to take in his surroundings, he was surprised to find himself surrounded.

All around him, jagged spikes of glass reached for the heavens.

Quetzar's massive fire whirl had simultaneously melted and shaped the sand below, creating the strange spires that circled Grimm. And they had received the brunt of the vibrations from the bird's crash landing. The wavy bases of the glass spikes were solid enough to withstand the tremor-like shock, but as the vibrations traveled up the semi-translucent spires, the same couldn't be said from the tops. With a series of sharp, crystalline snaps, the razor-edged tips of the glass spikes broke off and fell inwards, all streaking down towards Grimm...