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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2011 10:47:01 GMT -5
It's not like he could fly up and away. He couldn't just sit there and be impaled with hot glass shards either. So he would have to improvise. As they came, he began jerking around in a odd dance to try and avoid the blades. His skill was magnificent, for a rather gloomy looking bird... Yet as good as he was, the hard edges hit him and drove deep cuts into his leathery hide. The last few moves, he moved his body around as the glass slammed around him, making him doing a silly looking pose since the glass around him sort of prevented him from moving.
above, Quetzar snickered and giggled at how plain out goofy Grimm looked in his odd posture. He almost started laughing hard, but his lungs being damaged from rotting, he coughed blood instead.
Grimm stared with a hard expression. Then out of the blue, he began to chuckle. The light light laugh turned heavy and he was soon laughing pretty hard. Now this was very odd. Quetzar felt oddly uncomfortable about this. Then he began to snicker and laugh, having a funny feeling in his gut. "What.. pff... haha!" The Sun Warrior found himself laughing his ass off in no time. He had no idea at all why he was laughing. Yes, Grimm was in a silly position, but it wasn't THAT funny. ' Of course it was Grimm who was making him laugh. That empathy manipulation often came in handy. Since he had the dragon laughing so hard that he wasn't paying attention, he found time to slip out of the glass without harming himself. He had enough cuts from dancing around like an idiot. Normally he was apathetic about everything, but now he was fairly irritated for being humiliated like that.
So now it was his time to get back.
Taking careful aim, Grimm hold up a wing like he was aiming a gun. Then with a hard twirl of the body and a swing of the wing, he threw a heavy shower of feathers skyward. Quetzar's laughing was cut short as several feathers pierced deep into his body around his chest and neck. He gagged and thrashed about, falling from the sky a short ways before righting himself. "I told you not to do that!" Referring to controlling his emotions.
"Quit your whining and attack me," Grimm ordered.
Not that he needed an Invitation. Quetzar began spitting balls of fire down toward the buzzard and the ice structure. Grimm quickly began hopping out of the way of each fireball, letting them miss and strike the ice structure that was created. Ice shattered from the blast, sending mists of tiny ice shards into the air. The structure became unstable, barley able to hold up.
Grimm kept dodging each blast. Quetzar was finding it monotonous. He wanted to get down there and beat this bird's brains in, but he knew being too close and he would end up being zapped again, or vomited on...
Quickly Grimm kicked off the ground and shot straight up for the sun warrior. The avatar of death outreached with his claws, ready to snatch him. But not this time. Quetzar quickly moved out of the way and came up around right after the vulture. He tried to spit fire at him, but Grimm was already gone and diving. Naturally he started to chase him.
Grimm banked hard, just before hitting the ground. He began flying around, making hard turns and doing back flips with the Quetzar close behind. Little did he know, that was Grimm's plan.
Making one more hard bank, Grimm slammed his claws into the ground just before the ice structure, stopping himself and leading Quetzar to smash into the spires of glass with his own momentum...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 2, 2011 17:52:09 GMT -5
Realizing he would be unable to stop in time, Quetzar ground his teeth together. Curses! If he was going to take the hit, he would make the most of it. Instead of trying to slow or stop himself, the winged serpent actually pumped his wings more vigorously. This took Grimm by surprise. What was the dragon up to? Closing in on the jagged glass spikes at breakneck speeds, Quetzar lowered his head, squeezed his eyes shut tight, and wrapped his wings around himself defensively. Then he hit the spires. Glass shards and splinters plunged deep into his body, and others shredded his flesh and wings, but the damage could have been much, much worse. Spiderwebs of blood appearing all over his sinuous form, Quetzar unfurled himself and stared down at Grimm, eyes burning slits.
He wouldn't be the only one to taste the sting of the razor-sharp crystal fragments!
Clapping his leathery membranes together, the Sun Warrior sent out a powerful rush of air that catapulted the all glass raining from the sky towards Grimm. Cursing under his breath, the Avatar of Death used his wings to shield himself. The barrage of crystal blades came down hard and fast, slashing and stabbing into the bird. Crimson stains swiftly spreading across his plumage, the vulture stumbled back. Tucking himself into a organic missile, Quetzar looped around in a split second, now barreling at Grimm, pure Hell in his eyes. The solar guardian disliked loosing control of his emotions, but he disliked being made a fool even more. Snarling, the emerald champion loosed his fire! A wall of golden flames washed over Grimm, like the sun itself had lashed out at the feathered fiend. Grimm shrieked out in agony, flailing wildly. Not only were the flames searing, but the intense heat was making the glass embedded in his body burn like embers. Body smouldering and dotted with nearly molten glass, the dark avian staggered, still screaming out madly.
Making another tight turn, Quetzar rushed Grimm again. This time, he furled his wings and twisted in midair, spinning to flying upside down. As he passed over the Avatar of Death like a flying freight train, his sturdy spines hacked into the bird's shoulder like the teeth on a saw, laying feathers and flesh wide open. A new gash stuttering up hot blood in a crimson downfall, Grimm was flung forward, landing flat on his face. Banking for the third time, the Sun Warrior swooped down upon the fallen beast. As he descended, a long loop of his coils swung down, ready to hammer Grimm into the dunes...
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Post by Omegarex24 on Sept 3, 2011 16:45:16 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2011 17:56:42 GMT -5
Grimm squawked as the green mass came down on top of him with a thunderous crash! Thank god the sand was somewhat soft to cushion him. Quetzar was off Grimm in a moments notice, not dare risking another shock of that black energy that has already made his image almost undead as a zombie.
For a moment, the buzzard did not move. Quetzar edged forward slowly, wondering if he accidentally went to far. A groan made him back up quickly and ready to fight again. But no attacks came. Instead, Grimm just complained. "I'm getting too old for this shit..." It was true that Grimm was not exactly young as of late. Any day now he would be entering his senior years... for the thousandth time.
He casually looked back over his shoulder at the sun warrior. His eyebrows furrowed. "The next few moves will decide the outcome of this match, Jade Serpent." His own little title. "I suggest you pick your move wisely..." Despite his promise, Grimm's body erupted in black and purple bolts began erupting off of him in wild and erratic ways. His eyes glowed a fierce violent violet shine and his overall image would probably scar even the strongest of mortal creatures.
This made Quetzar wary. It was no secret that Grimm could see who was about to win this fight. Either Grimm was going to beat him into a state he wished for death... or maybe, Grimm was trying to change the tide of this fight. Grimm turned and held out a wing. "Come at me. This is your final test!"
Test? What test... He made it sound like Quetzar was going to be of significant importance later. Giving his powers of what is yet to be, it may be just that.
So it was now or never. Quetzar poised like a rattlesnake ready to strike, his wings close to his body so they could not get in the way, his eyes dead set on the deathly creature before him. Time seemed to hold still for an eternity. Nothing else made a sound... nothing else moved. Then as if a spark set off the explosion, Quetzar lunged! Grimm moved casually, yet fast as greased lightning. As he dodged, he came around and batted the dragon right behind his head with the energy flowing off of him and flowing into the sun warriors body.
Quetzar shrieked, but he figured as much. His tail came around fallowing after his strike and aiming for Grimm's vulnerable feet. Yet again, Grimm had dodged again with just a simple jump. Now Grimm landed right back down onto Quetzar's own feathery coils and he latched on tightly. His talons dug deep, anchoring in. Then he jerked back, pushing those sharp nails in the base of Quetzar's tail. The pain was excruciating as the slashes were deep to the bone.
Since he had him, Grimm opened his wings and flew up past Quetzars own head, bringing his long body with him in an attempt to pull the dragon into a odd position of coiling around himself. It worked. Quetzar got all turned around and lost Grimm in the excitement of it all.
Now... Grimm had him. When Quetzar's eyes found him, Grimm's wing was coming down toward his face, feathers sharp and crackling with that dreadful decomposing energy. It seemed Grimm was about to cut the sun warriors head right off. But... he wasn't. Just before his feathers were to hit, Grimm was going to stop dead in his tracks... and let Quetzar get away and counter any way he wanted...
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ooc: Just mystical mumbo-jumbo to mystify everyone.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 5, 2011 16:45:08 GMT -5
Although Quetzar jerked back fast enough to avoid any ill fate from the necrotic energy-coated feathers, he did see that Grimm stopped before he would have lopped the serpent's head off. Body slipping from the tense coils it had worked itself into, the winged champion gave the vulture a tiny nod, one ancient guardian to another. Giving no acknowledgement that he saw the thankful motion, Grimm leapt back, wings beating the air softly. Grateful features hardening, Quetzar did the same, the two fliers slowly circling each other. The extraterrestrial beast clicked his teeth together thoughtfully. 'Jade Serpent', huh? Made him sound like some degraded old monument, not a warrior of fire and air. Still, it had a nice ring to it...
Reaching out to the bird's mind, Quetzar spoke to Grimm.
This will not end nicely, you know. So be fairly warned, and prepare to defend yourself with all your might, oh Grouchy One.
While his reptilian muzzle has stony and emotionless, Quetzar's flickering eyes were softer, almost friendly. Even as they tore into each other with all the had left, he hoped the two could become allies. They would need friends in a place like this.
With a clap of jagged membranes and a powerful wail that pierced the air like thunder, the Sun Warrior lunged forward!
Grimm backpedaled swiftly, wings churning the air as Quetzar snapped at him, fangs gnashing together audibly. The Avatar of Death had seen this coming, and he also knew what was next. Whether he could avoid it or not was another question, though. Ducking down, Quetzar pulled into a rapid spin, jaws seeking out the tip of his own tail again. Wings rotating in broad wheels, the solar dragon spun forward like a saw disc, spines slashing Grimm's chest open with a hot spray of blood. Screaming, the dark avian lurched back clumsily, nearly dropping from the sky, but keeping his innards safely inside his body. Quetzar had planned for such a move. Releasing his decaying tail, the flying serpent snapped back to his fell length in an instant, his tail cracking the air as it plunged down towards Grimm. Hammered hard in the head by the swinging tail, the feathered fiend staggering, falling straight down. With a muffled thud, he landed face-first in a sand dune.
Righting himself and pounding the sky, Quetzar swooped down towards the fallen bird. But Grimm, seeing the dive in his mind's eye, sprang up suddenly, deathly power cracking along his wing. With a satisfied grunt, the Avatar of Death slapped the sinister energy across Quetzar's face! Shrieking, the Sun Warrior slammed into the ground, bodt writhing in agony. The bright, gem-like scales that coated his snout and cheek were thinning and cracking, their rate of aging increased infinitely. His thick, gleaming mane of feathers was rotting away as well, half of it turning a sickly hue and falling away like dead leaves. Lips twisting into a snarl, the dragon loosed a gout of flames! The blast of searing fire swallowed up Grimm for a moment, singing his plumage and scorching his flesh. With a surprised squawk, the buzzard fell back. Scooping a few large stones in his wing, Quetzar punched out, hurling the rocks with a shrill bellow...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2011 14:59:17 GMT -5
Grimm folded in his wings in, the rocks hitting him in various spots. He grunted from the impacts.
Successfully taking the hit without much damage, Grimm shot forward and slammed his shoulder straight into Quetzar's chest. This made the Sun Warrior stumble back. Grimm fallowed up with a slash from the blade-like feathers, creating a deep gash going up the left of the dragons body in a diagonal angle.
He attempted another slash, but this time Quetzar avoided skillfully by circling around and coming from behind! He lunged like a viper with deadly precision, and sank his teeth right into the buzzards shoulder. It tasted like bad leather... Grimm shrieked in pain and flailed at first, but then just pulsed his energy which caused Quetzar to let go in uncomfortable pain.
Pulling back, Quetzar checked his mouth with his tongue... And at least three teeth came loose and fell out. The nerves in his teeth must be dying and thus rotting out... just great. He leered at Grimm. "Damn it!" He lunged again.
Grimm just ducked and stepped out from under him. As he came up, he slashed down, aiming to cut crossways along the long serpent body of Quetzar.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 7, 2011 19:09:00 GMT -5
Quetzar howled in agony as a long gash was carved into his sinuous length, pain pulsing through his coils with every move he made. Body clenching up, the solar dragon slammed into the ground, twitching and spasming uncontrollably. Regarding the downed serpent with flat, emotionless eyes, Grimm took a few steps forward, talons sinking deep into the sand. Deathly purple energy crackled across his flight feathers as he lifted a wing, holding it aloft like a great sword.
The Avatar of Death let out a little sigh, shoulders slumping. "It is time to end this, Jade Serpent."
Yes... it is.
There was a flash of flames, a clap of worn wings, and then Quetzar's form was engulfed in a great fireball!
As Grimm lowered the wing he had used to shield himself from the intense flare, he was greeted by the sight of the extraterrestrial beast writhing in the center of a hellish inferno, form dark in contrast to the searing flames. Rearing up, the dragon snorted, sending twin plumes of fire into the air. Wings bursting into action, Quetzar took to the sky, pummeling the air with burning waves. Fiery coils curling and twisting, the Sun Warrior stared down at Grimm, face hard and ominous from within the blaze.
For reason only known to himself, the vulture seem to give a tiny grin.
Quetzar returned the small, dignified smile, head bobbing down in a slight nod. Then, with a sweep of his wings, throwing flames and smoke towards the heavens, Quetzar swooped down upon Grim.
Tackling the buzzard, the flying serpent sunk his fangs into the bird's already wounded shoulder. The fresh injury worsened, blood poured into the dragon's mouth like a twisted fountain. Grimm shrieked in pain, body going rigid with pain. In an instant, he was pumping all the power he could into the Sun Warrior, rotting his mouth from the inside! But instead of giving in and releasing his bloody grip, Quetzar endured, lifting into the sky with Grimm still in his jaws. Membranous wings pumping to bring both giants high into the sky, the flaming serpent and the struggling bird rose towards the heavens, like an avenging angel returning to his divine master with doomed prey. Feeling the interior of his mouth still decaying horribly, Quetzar growled, eyes flashing dangerously.
Ripping from the dragon's clenched jaws in a bright flood, a blast of golden flames consumed Grimm!
Body left smoking and smouldering, the dark avian screamed as his feathers caught fire, burning unnaturally bright. Now that the buzzard and Quetzar were thousands and thouasads of feet up, the Sun Warrior paused in midair, leveling out with slow, rhythmic beats of his wings. Head slumping miserably, Grimm noted that from so far up, the landscape look like nothing more than a mess of dull, earthy tones.
After a few moments of calm hovering, Quetzar ducked down and dove, wings tightly furled.
Screaming down towards the ground like a meteor, Quetzar and Grimm plummeted furiously, both still aflame. Searing gold flames and burning crimson fire mixing together, the two seemed to fuse, becoming a single, fiery mass. From afar, they must have looked exactly like a falling star. Plunging lower and lower, the two dueling giant closed in on the barren landscape rapidly. One thousand meters... eight hundred meters... five hundred meters... three hundred... two hundred... one hundred...
BOOM!
A dark mass of sand and debris exploded upwards, forming a mushroom cloud. Chunks of rocks ranging from tony to vast rained down, pelting the landscape. The two flier had been flying so fast, they had punched straight through the dunes and into the stone below. Such an impact had to be disastrous for both combatants, the power of such a collision impossible to shake off for either. As the towering plume of sediment thrown up by the crash began to settle, all that was left to see was who would emerge victorious...
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Post by Omegarex24 on Sept 9, 2011 18:06:33 GMT -5
"Attention! Cease fighting! The winner is Quetzar! Return to yuor quarters immediately!"
The reason being that, while both are farily evenly matched in terms of power and the use of Grimm's foresight allowed him to stave off potentially lethal damage from time to time, uiltimately, Grimm's relative frailty compared to Quetzar did him in. That last attack in particular really roughed him up. Overall, it was a close call. And an interesting read.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2011 20:31:49 GMT -5
Beaten, bruised and defeated, Grimm rose to his claws very slowly. "I am too old for this shit..." Winning, losing... he didn't really care either way. This wasn't an important fight anyway... at least in the matter of who was better. From the impact, Grimm had at least one broken wing and a few other cracked bones. All would heal. Despite that, he walked ever so causally over to where Quetzar was. "It seems you have won. Not just anyone can best me... but of course... I already knew this." He explained. He knew very well who was to win here today. "Let us leave. The future awaits..." Indeed, Quetzar had made an powerful comrade today.
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ooc: btw Omega, you misspelled "Your" XD (Is a Grammar Nazi)
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 10, 2011 0:45:03 GMT -5
(Great match, dom. Very fun. Hope we can team these two up some time.)
Although he had come out on top, Quetzar was similarly beaten up. Both his wings were shredded, dark slicks of blood shining dully across his ragged membranes. Half his face and what was left of his mane were also masked in blood, like a crimson hood. In several places down his body, his coils were knotted and bent, severe swelling rising around broken bones. The rotted tip of his tail still twitched occasionally, feathers falling from it every time it kicked.
But despite his great injuries, there was a smile on Quetzar's face and joy in the serpent's eyes.
Weakly winging his way besides Grimm, the solar dragon fell in place next to the buzzard. Together, Sun Warrior and Avatar of Death, the newly-formed allies strode into the column of light that tore down from the heavens. The shaft of energy would return them to the Hub, where they would eventually part ways to heal in their separate regeneration tanks. But until then, they would enjoy a silent and simple communion.
As comrades, and as friends.
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