TTC R2: Thoralax/Talizan vs Grimm/Quetzar

[Omegarex24]

Thoralax

and

Talizan

vs

Grimm

and

Quetzar

Arena: A flat, featureless grassland. A massive dust storm is currently brewing and will hamper visibility shortly after the beginning of the fight.

Ref: I'll ref this one. Post intros and we can get this underway.

[Blerhwave]

A pillar of light strikes down in the middle of a level, grass-filled land. This energy was the transportation of the Alien Vegetative Organism dubbed "Thoralax." The female creature looks around to tactically take in her surroundings for the battle about to ensue. She has the advantage of being the first fighter to appear, giving her plenty of time (an amount to last as long as it takes for others to arrive; even longer if the second arrival is that of her teammate from before, Talizan) to analyze. This setting lacks any rock formations, dunes, hills, trees...anything. Just grass, flat land, and a dust storm starting to take form.

Thoralax continues to peek around until the next monster to arrive makes his appearance.

[Deleted]

A second beam of light came down, though, no one could really tell where it came from or what came out of it since the sandstorm blurred things.
But who did come out was Grimm, dragged out of bed by the UCA. Certainly it could have waited... oh, but not, UCA had to be pushy bastards.

In the wind, Grimm had to squint his eyes. This blows... Literally. What a nasty storm... only good thing is that the enemy would have a craptastic time trying to see as well. But he did have one good advantage, and that was foresight.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

A third beam of electronic light ushers Quetzar into the arena, his ragged wings pumping hard to propel him from the vicious sandstorm he had been transported into. The solar serpent snorted, wanting to loose his flames on the whirl of grit. Large chunks of airborne glass being thrown at high speeds would be bad for everyone though, he supposed. To make matters worse, the wind seem set to blow the cloud of debris over the entire landscape. The Sun Warrior ground his teeth. Lovely.

As he left the storm, the winged hero gave a friendly nod towards Grimm, the bird also leaving the mass of swirling sand. The Avatar of Death seemed to be even grouchier than usual. Scanning the ground and quickly finding Thoralax, Quetzar was intrigued. What an unusaul beast. It was draconic in shape, but seemed to be made of plant matter. The thing returned Quetzar's gaze, sockets empty yet still somehow keen and curious. There was no hostility, just a tactical wit. Quetzar narrowed his warm crimson eyes. Interesting.

Hovering next to his partner, Quetzar held his head high and waited for the last arrival.

[The Merry Lambfish]

A fourth beam of light, and through the sandstorm appeared the silhouette of a spiked dragon. Talizan, Guardian of the Sun, was at first taken aback by the blowing sandstorm, but soon adjusted the light coming from his glowing eyes, dimming them so that the light would not block his vision upon reaching the dust and sand.

What a barren place. A flat, dry grassland, stretching for miles. Talizan growled in recognition as he recognized Thoralax, giving him a curt nod through the layers of sand particles. The second monster was a new one, a small, black avian. The dragon scented death within the bird, and it bothered him. Was this an evil creature? It didn't look like it, but Talizan knew better than to judge a being at first sight.

He trotted over next to Thoralax, and noticed the last arrival. It was the flying serpent he had seen before in the hub. The other sun guardian.

Talizan was distraught. This UCA was forcing him to fight a fellow Guardian? A creature of fire, like himself? This was madness! The dragon snorted in anger at no one in particular. He couldn't fight another Guardian! The very thought disturbed him! He refused to engage Quetzar, and Talizan was a stubborn one, that was certain. He would try to avoid fighting the flying emerald serpent, unless he was attacked first. Talizan may be forced to fight in this tag team match, but that didn't mean that he would have to fight the Sun Warrior. Instead, Talizan turned his focus to Grimm, deciding on his target.

For Alyson, wherever she was...

[Blerhwave]

just from reading these intro's alone, i can already tell this is gonna be an EPIC match and I'm really looking forward to this

[Omegarex24]

The dust storm will fully kick in once everyone has posted once. At the moment, all it's doing is building up.

Monsters...FIGHT!

EDIT:

Turn order:

Soundwave
Dom
Kaiju-King42
HayesAJones

[Blerhwave]

The space “dragon” Thoralax has entered into a staring contest with the emerald serpent Quetzar. The two have become challengers to one another, as their teammates enter into stares of their own with each other. Thoralax had no complaints. A fighter is a fighter; a fight is a fight. The dust storm is starting to kick up something fierce. It is only a matter of time before it enters full force. Quetzar is the first to attack, and he does so by lunging forward and coiling around the vegetative life form. He does not use his bladed sides to constrict, probably to size out his opponent first. He applies a tight grip and avoids Thoralax’s blade-tipped wings. The kaiju groans as the serpent’s constriction tights. If she wasn’t just a mass of space rock and vines, she’d feel the bone-breaking pain, but at least she has that advantage, but if she does not act soon, the dragon will break apart her manufactured body. She has two options to retaliate, and she opts for the first.

Her free tail snakes through the air and hisses before taking a sizable chomp out of The Sun God’s side. Quetzar moans in pain as the venus fly trap tail tip drives its jagged fangs deep into the dragon’s tissue and its infected juices seep inside his body. The maneuver is working, made evident by Quetzar’s faltering grip. As the tail tip now pulls at the flesh, Quetzar decides to break off the attack, but as he flies up, Thoralax’s tail jerks downwards so the feisty dragon leaves behind a chunk of bloody and infected flesh. Quetzar curls in the air to observe the damage done. The area of flesh has quickly blackened and become further tendered than it normally should have under set precedents. Being a denizen of heat, Quetzar easily deals with the burning sensation inside the gaping laceration.

Now, Thoralax’s wings started to slowly beat and energize with a brightly illuminating golden intensity. As flakes of the wings start to branch off, the wings start to beat at a faster, harder rhythm. The peculiar particles are blown over to nearby Quetzar in the air and surround the dragon. Instead of falling to the ground, they stay surrounding the creature, each particle sparkling in the light. Suddenly, surges of electricity start to conduct between each particle. The particles are some of Thoralax’s powder, of the shocking variety. As if on cue, Quetzar’s body surges with the electricity striking all around his body. He’s caught in a violent lightning storm taking place within the area of powder. His body cackles with electricity and tingles from tip of tail to tip of head. Thoralax takes pleasure in the hulking beast’s bellows as his body becomes singed at assorted points.

Finally, the pollen loses its charge and falls to the ground. Quetzar’s eyes are charged with hatred for this foolish female attacker. In preparation for her third attack, a sort of cobra hood unsheathes from within the mess of vines that are her neck. Thoralax takes flight and circles a few times to build momentum to her body, and crashes full-force into Quetzar’s chest (Mach 3). The dragon is knocked breathless, down to the ground where he gathers his bearings as he deals with the soreness of his chest, and the area of skin started to swell. Upon impact, a sort of “cracking” noise echoed in both monsters’ ears; a testament to Thoralax’s power backing her ram. Quetzar coughs up some blood as his opponent charges up her oral beam and fires off a blast of her Brimstone Beam, aimed straight for Quetzar’s bruised chest…

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Grimm stared at the two brawlers for a brief moment. He even flinched when he saw the beam strike Quetzar, pushing him farther into the ever-growing sandstorm that buffeted all four monsters on the field.

Now Talizan, all powerful guardian, took the quickest strategy into moment. When the fight began, he melded into the wall of blowing sand. Far as he knew, Grimm was just as blinded as he was. Save for Grimm's glowing eyes, which still wasn't that helpful given how thick the sand was being.
He was so very certain of this. As he came from the back of Grimm, Grimm just huffed out of boredom. "You two have fun in there, I have to deal with the other space dragon...', he said just as Talizan leapt forward. Ever so nonchalant, Grimm kicked up off the ground with a hop, leaving Talizan to strike nothing but the sandy wastes under his feet. Grimm feel back down, landing directly on the space-dragons back.

Talizan was surprised that the bird didn't impale its feet on his back spines. Well, he was about to get a bigger one. A thunderous current struck him... but it wasn't one of electricity. It wasn't even hot. It was a cold and wicked feeling that was painful in its own right. He began to kick and buck, but remembered his own powers. Direct in the path, Talizan released a blast of Vapor Heat.
Grimm was taken by surprise, but quickly hopped off and hovered only a short distance away. The burns were not too bad... some scorched feathers at the worse.

Ignorant yo uare, he stated to the dragon. I warn you Talizan, do not underestimate me for my size. He gazed at the dragon, eyes contacting... he was pushing great empathy waves of paranoia forth to mess with him while he salted the emotions with words. I can see the future... I can see your moves. But not all... But Talizan didn't know that. The idea was to make this powerful guardian afraid and paranoid to try anything too extreme by making him believe that Grimm would simply see it coming and counter accordingly.
Now Talizan felt very wary. While he could not see it, the energy ate at his living flesh... peppered spots were upon his back. These tiny patches were decaying flesh due to the necrotic abilities of Grimm.

But he gave the guardian no time to react to his words. Grimm Kicked forth, almost like a kickboxer by bringing up his wing to slice deep into the flesh. The feathers, hard and able to cut flesh and metal alike, surged with more of the energy...

[The Merry Lambfish]

Struggling to clear his head of Grimm's sorcery, Talizan managed to avoid the bladed wing, but was not lucky enough to escape the bolt that surged after it. Striking Talizan's shoulder, the dragon watched in a mixture of disgust and horror as parts of his flesh rotted away around the bolt's impact.

He could feel Grimm's empathy probing is mind, attempting physiological warfare. But one was not trained as a Guardian Monster to come out a fool. Talizan's mind raced. If the bird could see all his moves before they happened... why didn't he attempt to dodge the earlier Vapor Ray? Perhaps Talizan was mistaken, perhaps the bird was trying to make him over think this. But as a mental image of Alyson faded into his mind, a surge of determination washed over the guardian. If he were to lose, what could happen to her? The UCA had already demonstrated enough brutality, and Talizan wasn't about to find out what they planned to do to Alyson if he lost a match.

No, Talizan would fight this deathly creature, no matter what powers it had in store. Alyson's very life could depend upon the outcome. At once, fiery determination surged throughout his body, the dragon beginning to literally grow red hot as his elemental power built up inside his body.

At once, a powerful fireball exploded from his maw, catching Grimm off guard and blasting him out of the air. The heat and flames licked all around the smaller kaiju's body, leaving some good burns over the chest and front area of the wings. Before Grimm hit the ground, Talizan whipped around, taking advantage of Grimm's temporary helplessness. A sharp crack, and the heavy club that tipped his tail blurred through the air faster than the eye could follow, the pointed end slamming into into the bird's ribcage.

With the combination of the momentum of the tail, the weight of the club, and the relatively light weight of Grimm himself, the bird was sent hurtling away as if hit with a giant baseball bat, landing on the flat terrain about a hundred and fifty meters away with a dull 'thud'. Deep punctures from the spikes peppering his chest, and a very painful feeling coming from his ribs due to his hollow bones; they were not exactly built to withstand impacts such as that one.

Wasting no time, Talizan leaped at his fallen quarry, blade claws extended. But his claws reached only dirt. Grimm had managed to roll away at the last moment, and was now attempting to take to the safety of the air. Not on Talizan's watch.

His tail whipped around again, snagging Grimm's left leg, the spines sinking deep into the flesh. The Guardian pulled, dragging Grimm to the ground once again. The long tail slid free in a circular motion, the spines acting like a saw upon Grimm's leg. The bird now where Taliizan wanted him, he fired a curving vapor heat ray from his back, the super heated energy curving towards the fallen monster...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

(FINALLY. Typed up the majority of this up two days ago, but dom posted before me so I had to PM it to myself and wait while cursing his name.)

Grimm made no move to avoid the coiling blast of superheated vapor. His foresight told him he had no need to. In a rush of pumping wings and flailing limbs, Quetzar and Thoralax barreled through the gaseous beam! The vine-composed dragon chasing the solar serpent with bladed wing already slick with blood, the pair of giants dispersed the hot vapor with their combined wing beats. As they thundered by, snapping and cracking tails at each other, Talizan fell back with a grunt of surprise. Taking the chance to get back in the air, Grimm fled to the skies with a few flaps of his dark wings. Snarling in annoyance, Talizan followed only moments later. The Guardian of the Sun growled softly to himself as he chased down the Avatar of Death.

That other sun beast needed to learn some manors, defender or not.

Thorolax and Quetzar circled in a dangerous dance, both ready to attack at a moments notice. The two giants carved a broad circle in the sky, each soaring on powerful wings. A few tense moments went by, and then Thoralax lashed out! The vegetative titan threw her maw forward and loosed a brimstone beam, the pillar of decaying energy spearing the air. Quetzar's eyes narrowed, the flames that flickered behind them flaring. It seemed the winged serpent was angry for a moment, but then a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. This thing may be fast and dangerous in the air, but the sky was just as much of Quetzar's element as fire. If this space creature thought it was going to out-fly him so easily, it had another thing coming. As the vegetative dragon's beam closed in, there was a flash of ragged membranes and a blur of emerald scales, and Quetzar was gone. Thoralax reared her skull-like head back in surprise. Where had the flying guardian gone? As if to answer her unspoken question, a sinuous flash of deep green swooped down and slammed its heavy length into the hovering plant beast. In a contest of pure speed, the plant and the Sun Warrior may be more evenly matched, but in a game of agility, Quetzar had the edge without dispute. With a distressed howl, the draconic giant's leaf-like wings buckled and she fell. The subdued whumph! of the plant giant striking the flat grassland wasn't quite as satisfying at the crash! of a city street or the boom! of a canyon bottom, but the sight of chlorophyll spilling through the deep cracks in Thoralax's stone armor like waves of green blood dulled Quetzar's disappointment.

Casting a quick glance at Grimm and Talizan to make sure his partner wasn't in any major trouble, Quetzar tucked in his wings and dove like an avenging archangel!

Screaming down from the heavens like a living arrow, the feathered serpent closed in on the downed Thoralax with a whistling wail. Just before impacting with the armored giant, the reptilian extraterrestrial swung his wings in a quick circle and threw himself into a furious spin, sturdy spines stabbing down first. Thoralax reared up with a whale-like bellow and snapping jaws as Quetzar hacked into her like an organic saw disc. The Great Space Dragon's stone armor was only left with smouldering sparks and shallow scratches, but Quetzar's tough ruby spines cut easily through the vines of her neck and lowered back. Even the thing's skull-like head was sliced into, albeit not extremely deeply. Bright green fluid spraying from her split scalp and severed vines, Thoralax thrust her tonnage up with a cry of anger. Quetzar was thrown back by the sudden buck, stumbling through the air with churning wings. Lunging up, Thorolax stretched forward her pincered arm, the toothed claws splitting upon and shooting three brown tendrils out. The whip-like tendrils wrapped around Quetzar before he could pull back. With a screech of triumph, Thoralax yanked her arm back and began reeling the tendrils- and the Sun Warrior- in. Although he fought and thrashed valiantly, Quetzar was drawn into the viciously spiked pincer. With a snap, the scorpion-like claws pierced Quetzar's emerald hide! The solar serpent screamed in pain, his blood drizzling the soft soil in a hot crimson shower.

Desperate to escape the plant monster's grasp, Quetzar threw his open maw down and loosed a jet of searing flames!

The blazing inferno engulfed Thoralax with the roar of crackling flames, washing over the thing's neck and torso. The space beast's rock armor glowed with heat and her tangled vines steamed as the moisture left them, but Thoralax stubbornly refused to catch fire. Quetzar wanted to howl in frustration. Were all his foes going to be fireproof from now on? Instead, the dragon-like hero vented his irritation into his flames, the plume of fire changing from a molted crimson-orange to an intense golden hue. Quetzar had never fallen back upon his hottest flames so early in a duel, but he could tell this was shaping up to be a brutal match and he would need to bring his A-game if he wanted to win. While Thorolax still didn't set fire, the extraterrestrial being wailed in outrage as her vines withered away, all the water escaping them in sizzling clouds of steam. Choosing to save her borrowed body over continuing to gore her foe, Thoralax released Quetzar. Plumed tail looping around the plant giant's pincer before it could pull away, the Sun Warrior soared up, dragging Thoralax with him. Pulling into a tight loop and uncoiling his tail, Quetzar hurled Thoralax, the vegetative titan sailing down towards the flat, featureless earth below...

[Blerhwave]

like the Brimstone Beam, Hayes? I longed for something less conventional than just an energy beam with normal effects >.<


Thoralax was set up in a way that even having wings was useless in avoiding the slam! She plummets too fast, thrown with just the right momentum, was released at a perfect time to make the attack uncounterable... Thoralax crashes into the grass where she erects a crater in the soil ground decorated with her fluids from damaged vines. She switches out her vines, replacing the outer ones with the vines hidden inside their masses, and tucking away the dried vines to give them time to recuperate. Now she has fresher, vines at her use, a great benefit for the moment.

...until Quetzar repeats his attack the next time. But for this moment, the vegetation lifeform is ready to strike back. Quetzar is hovering up in the air and glancing down at the banged up organism. This is evident to Quetzar as well...so by combining his ability to generate wicked gusts of winds and belch fire, Quetzar performs a technique come to be known as a "Fire Whirl." The flames are not as strong as the full-charged blast the emerald serpent had dealt moments ago, so drying out Thoralax will take its time. The way Quetzar is pinning Theraxis to the ground, though, with powerful gusts of heated wind...maybe will give the attack its chance to dry out the beast. Thoralax foresees this possibility and counters with a single mental command, for glistening exotic looking stones situated in her body to branch off, hover outside the gusts, and ban back together at an angle above this other Sun Guardian present in the match, in a circle around a central stone. Quickly, each stone channels an individual energy stream, each one a different color, all into the center stone, when finally that middle stone unleashes a brilliantly glistening beam! It is like a maser beam in appearance, except comprised of the assorted colors that went into its conception. “Space Thunder;” that is the name given to this phenomenon (a reference to Grendizer ^.^). The blast of “Space Thunder” pours against Quetzer’s left arm/wing joint for several seconds, but when Quetzar continues beating furiously, unrelenting, the formation of space minerals strafe the beam sideways. It is the focusing of the beam against the sore, slammed chest that ceases the dragon’s resistance to Thoralax. Now able to move, the dragon-like organism calls back her stones, and takes to the air in order to meet the emerald warrior in combat.

Quetzar keeps his eyes on Thoralax, but has a little shaky focus from the nauseating, electrical after-pain of the attack on his person. The flesh on his chest has become melted in appearance; bubbles, heaps of flesh melded together. Thoralax reaches her antagonist, and the two enter a state of grappling. Thoralax clamps onto the injured left “shoulder” with her insect-like pincer claw, incising the flesh and attaching her bulbs inside the claw against the skin. It injects an acidic liquid that enters the bloodstream to be transported through Quetzal’s entire body. It especially affects that shoulder, that wing… Quetzar’s form of transportation; now, every time he beats his wings, he will feel agony thanks to the damage inflicted by Thoralax’s first two attacks. Quetzar strikes Thoralax’s chest with his tail, rupturing the inner core (of spores) and relenting the attack on himself. As she floats back though, Thoralax discharges the seeds implanted against the chest’s stone makeup. They plant into Quetzar’s chest and start to drain the serpent’s energy. His chest further aches as he feels each drop of energy leave his body and travel into Thoralax’s; the energy is used to help moisten the dried vines and add to her power.

Now, Thoralax calls back her Leech Seeds. Getting behind Quetzar, Thoralax unhinges her right arm and sends a whole mass of vines wrapping around Quetzar’s throat and chest. They cackle with energy before transferring heaps of it into Quetzar’s body, shocking him while constricting…

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Quetzar was in pain and being damaged, but he was not beyond saving himself. He would get out of that easy enough... After all, Thorlax wasn't entirely flame-resistant. Vines would easily enough be burnable.


Talizan and Grimm on the other hand, were both going at it. Not just in body, but in mind. Both were skilled in using there brainpower. Mainly revolving around using this blasted storm to hinder each other.
But Grimm had his Future Sight. Talizan did not... It was a game of cat'n'mouse. With Grimm being the cat. The Garuda was using the sandstorm as a veil to hide from the watchful eye of Talizan, all the while using empathy to keep the sun guardian paranoid. Seemed to work, too. Grimm kept moving just out of sight. Talizan could only catch shadows, making him panic and attack out in blind recklessness.

Then out of the wall of sand came a rainshower of green, foul-smelling liquid that wrecked of rotten flesh. It virtually drenched the kaiju. The moment it touched him, it burned horribly like flame itself. Acid, powerful stomach acid from the stomach of a creature that was built to devour wretched carcass's ridden with disease.
It was a miracle that his eyes were not hit. Losing his vision all together would have been a truly bad turn of events.

From a distance, Grimm could barley make out his opponent. All this time he was using his visions to keep the battle on his side. A lucky string of them happened to have come along during the last several minutes. Heaven and Hell knows that he needed it, already taking two heavy hits which left charred feathers upon him.
But now, the visions began fading back again. Silently he prayed insults upon this pocket separated from space and time.

Now Talizan could sense the lack of movements. The shadows in the sand that Grimm caste forth in what little light came through had vanished. Something must have happened. Perhaps Thoralax had gotten involved? No, if that were the case, he would have heard the fighting. In the distance, he could still hear Quetzar dealing with him. It became apparent that soothsayer of a monster had lost his visions.
Not that it helped...
Talizan could still not see or get good bearings in this buffeting wind. All this howling wind and... wait, howling wind. Yes. He still had his ears. No eyes needed, he closed them and let his other sensed heighten.

It was faint, but there he was. To the left, slowly stepping across the dead ground. His feathers flapped in the wind and gave him away.

Solar might surged and his mouth opened in a blaze of energy. Grimm barley saw it coming and was quick to hop into the air to let his wings catch the violent wind. The opened wings caught more air, and made more noise. Now Talizan was on the attack!

Talizan charged forward, wings spreading and flying straight up at the bird. Grimm could have fled, or charge in... Well, he couldn't quite see what would happen if he fled. But he did see a few things that would happen if he fought back. So he fought back.
Both collided with each other. Grimm caught hold of Talizan's head, using both feet to grab a firm perch upon sun monsters head and neck. Talizan was thrown off balance and both hit the ground. But Grimm kept hold is perch, none the less. Several times he jabbed his head down. His hard beam smashed several times with Talizan's skull, making small amounts of hot blood surge forth. Not enough for Grimm to notice... yet..

but when he wrapped his beak around Talizans ear and ripped it free, both monsters screeched in pain. Talizan losing his ear... and Grimm getting his face splashed with scolding hot blood. It was enough to make Grimm let go and fly out into the sandstorm to try and get away.

Talizan was thoroughly pissed. His whole ear! It bleed horribly and the searing pain made him determined to get revenge.

Grimm used his wing to clean his face. Seems that his foe had surprises of his own. One lesson learned, at least. Now, Grimm would have to watch his step doing physical blows. Good way to an eye...

Time to go to aerial. Again Grimm took the the sky and fly above. He only had a slight idea to where Talizan was at the moment, and Future Sigh was not fairing very well at the second. None the less, he was quick to flying both wings, releasing a small barrage of feathers down at the ground before flying higher into the sky...

[The Merry Lambfish]

Up high in the sky, Grimm could not hear anything going on down below. He had no idea if his feather spear barrage had hit its target or not, as his future sight was weakened.

So he was surprised to see something sailing through the air after him, something that was much too small to be Talizan or Thoralax. The spear-like feather cut the very air it's self as it closed in on it's owner. Grimm dodged, managing to avoid a lethal blow, but he was not quick enough to avoid the feather entirely. The weapon speared his left wing, causing the bird to tumble through the air. In addition, a strange, red substance seemed to be smeared on the feather, burning Grimm's wound with it's heat.

It was then, that Talizan sped upwards out of the dust storm, having hurled the feather like a spear. A deep wound in his shoulder signaled where that particular feather had impacted only moment's before. The thrown feather's burning red substance was Talizan's blood, from when it had hit him earlier.

With Grimm flying erratically due to the burning feather in his wing, Talizan easily caught up to him, coming around Grimm's back to attack from behind. The dragon bit down on the back of Grimm's neck, ripping and tearing at his flesh with sharp teeth. The Avatar of Death shrieked and writhed in Talizan's grasp, certainly putting up a fight, but it only increased the damage. Grimm's neck was being ripped open, feathers and skin shredded by the heath and violent shakes of both creatures.

With a spear in his wing, and Talizan firmly locked onto his neck, Grimm was quickly losing altitude. The Guardian of the Sun soon realized this fact, and began to beat his wings, pushing them to the ground even faster. The two monsters plummeted back into the dust storm, building up speed until...

WHUMP!

They hit the ground hard, Talizan sandwiching Grimm between his own body and the hard earth below. The impact split the earth around the crash site, and scattered the dust around them briefly, allowing the dragon to step back from the stunned and wounded Grimm. Extending his blade claws, Talizan swiped at Grimm's uninjured right wing (the one without the feather spear embedded in it), hoping to impair the bird's flight even more.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

(It's an interesting power, Soundwave. You REALLY like sensitizing stuff, huh?)

Quetzar reared back in surprise as hot blood rained down on him. The crimson liquid oozed down into his eyes before it was flung away with a flick of his slender muzzle. The winged defender's eyes clouded with worry as the blood was blinked from them. The offending fluid wasn't his, and it wasn't that of his foe either. That left only two possibilities. Glancing up, the feathered serpent realized the source of the blood with a frustrated hiss- Grimm. The bird, his partner, was being gore by the dragon, Talizan. Flames licked from the Sun Warrior's nostrils. Quetzar wished he could wing his way up there and show the spiky beast what true firepower was, but he was tied up at the moment. The serpent's slightly curled lips suddenly drew back in a pained grimace. The unraveled vines of Thoralax's right arm were tangled around his slender neck, surging cracking power through him. The pain they pumped into him wasn't simple agony, but a horrible, drawn out tingling, the eternal feeling of a limb falling asleep. It wasn't pleasant, to say the very least. Again, Quetzar thrashed, trying to escape Thoralax's grip. And again, the vegetative dragon simply poured more power into him, the pins-and-pricks sensation exploded over his sinuous form. As he continued to struggle, something caught Quetzar's eye. The rocky point that jutted from the armor over one of Thoralax's shoulders was cracked deeply, most likely by the two great falls the plant giant had taken. Quetzar's flickering eyes narrowed into blazing slits. Perhaps he could use that. Body curling, the solar serpent reared his length up, plumed tail swinging up with a sharp crack. Smashing into the stone point, the hefty tail shattered it! Thoralax growled in hate, but otherwise made no fuss. It was only armor, and that particular part of her armor offered little protection anyway.

But as the jagged remains of the point fell, Quetzar lunged forward with both wings, clapping together the worn membranes and producing a shock wave of air that launched the rubble as if from a cannon!

The jagged stone fragments tore into Thoralax, shredding the vines that composed her neck and right arm. Even worse, the razor-sharp gems that had decorated the point sliced deep into the alien plant, very nearly hacking into her spore-like center! Screaming as green fluid spurted from her like horizontal waterfalls, Thoralax fell back, clawed vines slipped away from Quetzar's throat. As soon as he was freed, the Sun Warrior lunged forward, now on the offensive, eyes blazing with vengeance! The hero slashed at Thoralax's already damaged neck with his long fangs, slender jaws closing around the plant's throat. His teeth easily punching into her 'windpipe', Quetzar reared his head up and tore way the space beast's jugular! Alien chlorophyll poured from the numerous severed vines, splattering the ground far below. Wailing in distress, Thoralax searched for Quetzar. The airborne guardian had vanished into the sandstorm, using the thick grit in the air to hide himself. Empty sockets still seeking emerald scales, Thoralax willed the uninjured vines in her core to weave forward, knitting close her open jugular.

Before the leaking throat could close completely, Quetzar burst from the sediment with a whistling screech!

The Sun Warrior thrust his thin snout into Thoralax's throat. Eyes flaring, the serpent unleashed his flames! Golden essence exploded through Thoralax, burning brightly through the vines that made up her borrowed body. The space vegetable howled in terror, fire and steam gushing her her open maw. As the celestial flames flowed through her, untangling her flailing right arm and spewing from from her snapping pincer, Thoralax felt the water ripped from her body. The Great Space Dragon could resist the fire itself, but not the incredible heat it carried. A thick cloud of steam billowed from the thrashing creature, a huge part of the moisture in her vines escaping with a roaring hiss. Once he decided the plant had been punished enough, Quetzar cut off the golden flamethrower with a snap of his jaws and pulled back, searing steam flowing from his retreating form like water. Thoralax staggered in midair, her body dried and shriveled. As healthy vines struggled to weave around her damaged surface, Quetzar threw himself into a spin, wings furling tightly at his sides. Rotating as rapidly as a saw blade, the Sun Warrior sheered through the sky towards his vegetative foes, ruby spines slicing at her like saw teeth...