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Post by Blerhwave on Feb 23, 2012 3:31:52 GMT -5
heh, yeah 9: i'm a particular fan of attacks with effects such as decaying, poisoning, infecting, sensitizing, to plague a kaiju's stamina. 'lotta my monsters have attacks with those effects, though, so after this match im going back in to edit/fix them so that the attacks i keep (some will likely just get replaced) will cause those effects uniquely to each particular kaiju instead of just recycling the attacks...like kiryu2012 tended to do (no offense meant to him and danzilla). But with Thoralax, such attacks make sense because of her plant state, and how different plans/flowers have toxins and poisons, like poison ivy for example. VERY nice attacks btw o: ouchiesss.
Thoralax beats her wings in preparation to taking flight. She flies forward straight at her tormentor like a comet- one traveling at her maximum speed, Mach 3.5. The two monsters fighting a distance away stop their attacks to watch Thoralax’s foolish move. Both kaiju stare; Grimm, who is practically Death-incarnate, and The Sun Warrior, Talizan- Thoralax’s partner. The flame wielding cringes for his partner, rapidly closing in and about to get sliced up even quicker, but she surprises the pair of fighters when she ascends to narrowly avoid the thrashing dragon she’s been paired with to battle. Her plan is made clear as the sonic boom tailing behind her impacts Quetzar and throws off his flight as well as his spin. His muscles tense up from the concussive damage, and painful tremors maneuver themselves throughout the serpent’s body.
The convulsions taking place at Quetzar the Sun Warrior’s infected left side presented by the plant-derived titan’s lethal tail, and head, which still tingles with the dreaded pins-and-needles sensation, are especially painful and disrupting. Also included are the serpent deity’s welded chest, and the left shoulder where the insect-like pincer clamped and pierced, in addition to being the site where Thoralax introduce her claw’s caustic liquid to Quetzar’s entire inner body. Hell, his whole body is alive with worsened/exceptional pain than the sonic boom would normally introduce thanks to the fact that acid-like juices traveled around his inner body. His entire carcass now throbs with luminous soreness and as he beats his wings to stay in flight, his left shoulder feels the worse pain of them all.
Thoralax felt she had an opening while Quetzar‘s body quakes with sore pain, so she lashes out with extended vines from her right arm. Quetzar takes her by surprise when he puts his agony behind him and clamps down on a whole mess of vines! The Great Space Dragon wails in contempt as her “blood” soaks Quetzar’s lips, mouth, and becomes swallowed down his gullet. Unbeknownst to him, he just fell victim to The Space Dragon’s subsequent attack…It is when he starts to feel an immediate urgent soreness in his mouth that Quetzal has to release his mouthful of vines. He becomes conscious of the green fluids’ taint; as a defense mechanism, Thoralax’s fluids hold infectious properties. The preceding helpings of the green fluid mixed with more fresh helpings rockets the effect in full-force. His snout and lips start to blacken and leak blood assorted with pus. The same thing ensues inside the olive kaiju’s oral cavity; the blood and pus tastes especially foul, and certain spots in the gums rot so severely…that a few fangs dislodge (and the gums start bleeding). All down his throat becomes sensitive and painful, and the infection ends inside Quetzar’s throat. Spots on the dragon doctor’s face (especially the eyes) swell, and the eyes become itchy and watering.
Quetzar wails in discomfort. Payback was indeed a bitch in this instance. The area around the lungs is so swollen, that his breathing becomes labored. He enters into a fit of violent coughing, which ends in vomiting up black infected blood, leaving the most repulsive taste. The infection has Quetzar dizzy, lightheaded, and nauseous.
Nearby, aerial Sporecore starts to beat her wings as they become energized- symbolizing pollen being prepared to go into use. The Sun Warrior generates flames to try and cancel out the pollen with a stream of his infamous Fire Breathe, but the heat against his contaminated throat and maw provoke harsh throbbing and puts the dragon kaiju in a violent fit of coughing, ending with coughing up blood and nearly choking (not my 3rd attack, just describing the effects the corruptive blood had/have). The third attack comes in the form of a particular pollen that is blown over to the serpent and coats his body (mostly, the chest). The brand of pollen divulges itself when Quetzar’s body becomes inflamed with the most potent irritation/inflammation- Burning Pollen. The burning sensation, the serpent can deal with; after all, he commands heat; he feeds off of heat. But the itchiness? Insufferable.
Quetzar begins by rubbing his snout against his sort of liquefied chest (courtesy of Space Thunder). Not even close to barely alleviating the sensation, and with each itch to relieve it…it just makes the irritation further persuasive, controlling even. He starts to nibble on his flesh, which does a trivial speck towards relief. He bites deeper…it provides reprieve, but puts The Sun Fighter in a state of intoxication; all he can think about and focus on now is soothing the feeling. He bites down [harder] on his fused and physically battered chest, slicing through flesh. So focused, Thoralax could have attacked her preoccupied prey, but she preferred her pollen works its damaging course. That is exactly what it does, as well; Quetzar is chewing at his flesh, and goes so far as tearing out bundles of it. Next he chews on the exposed meat underneath skin until moments ago, producing blood leakage and overall just a gory mess. He finds comfort in the overwhelming pain coming from chewing on the layer of his body’s meat. It seems the pain is the only thing that will successfully eliminate the itching, and so he does not concede yet.
It is amazing that an attack exists that will enter a kaiju into a state of genuine ecstasy over brutalizing itself. When two or so fangs disconnect from his polluted gums and become wedged in the bloody mess of masticated meat…Quetzar snaps back into reality and wails into the sky out of suffering from this potent pollen that had taken over his mind, his senses. Anyways, the pollen’s effects are starting to wear off, so he only has to wait seconds before losing the conscious effects.
His warm blood saturating his blackened gums feels soothing to Quetzar, but disturbs him over such a thing being possible. After all, he did just deeply wound himself. In his mind, he continuously curses this vegetative individual. In her final bid to impose further harm, Thoralax positions herself to Quetzar’s direct rear (behind him), jettisons all five Leech Seeds, and growls as they anchor into Quetzar’s back. Cackling bolts of luminescent energy channel along the span of vines connecting the parasitic small pods to The Great Space Dragon just before they start robbing The Sun Warrior’s body of life essence, which will be used to hydrate dried vines and replace divided ones with fresh ones…
I had forgotten the effects of the “blood” I gave until halfway through my first attack. It’s great Thoralax being plant-based, because it makes infectious attacks like this defense mechanism make sense and be suited. Heheheee ^__^
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2012 1:05:53 GMT -5
All the while, Grimm had his own problems going on. Ever since both wings had been injured, he had been on the defense. However, unlike last time when he was outmaneuvering and working around Talizan's skills, now Talizan was the offender. Only thing saving Grimm was the fact that he was so much smaller and able to out-fly his opponent. Only thing Grimm succeeded in doing was ascending higher into the sky. Again Talizan came out of the brown dust of the storm and struck him, just before flying back into the gloom. Before Grimm knew it, the dragon came from another direction... ridiculous!
Then he felt that dreadful feeling of death... that sickly sweet flavor he was accustomed to enjoying. But this feeling was sour as it was tantalizing. He was feeling Quetzar being drained, and being drained bad to the point it was serious. Quetzar had an important roll in fates hand... Nothing could happen to him. No matter the cost, Grimm was going to have to put a stop to the threat.
He knew where he was to go. But before he was free to save Quetzar's emerald ass, he was going to have to get rid of Talizan for a moment. Easier said then done... but he had a plan. Instead of fighting Talizan off, he would simply outrun him... rather, out-fall. Talizan came from the sandstorm again... and Grimm just closed his wings and began to plummet. Gravity gripped the bird, and he feel faster and faster... every second was 7-MPH. The free-falling quickly brought him to a sickening speed of about 200-MPH. Even Talizan wasn't keeping up. That is on his own... so he began to free-fall too.
As he fell, Grimm calculated as best he could. Easy enough. All he needed to do was follow the scent of blood and what little foresight he had. His necrotic energy began to surge and it soon encased him. The ground got closer... There they were! Grimm threw both talons out and landed perfectly right on Thoralax's head and neck. The force of a meteor behind him, Thoralax head was send smashing into the ground and the rest of her body following her. It was a horrific strike. Part of the spore-monsters head was in the dirt itself. Worse yet, energy was flowing off Grimm in massive waves, letting the necrotic energy fly through the beast. Her vine-like body began to react all over. It was slowly rotting and feeling the effects... The blood that came out of the wounds made by his talons... did nothing. Grimm's immunity saved him from a nasty dose of being infected. In fact, he would've drank it straight out if given half a chance. He loved that stuff.
Quetzar was still attached to those vines... not for long. One swing of the wing and the feathers sliced the long leeching vines in half, freeing the Jade Serpent.
By now, Thoralax shot up and began struggling to throw Grimm off. In the struggles, powder was being released... poison. However, Grimm just huffed it in and out without problem. None of that was going to work here(save for the shock and heat powder). But if Thoralax wanted him off, she was going to get it.
Grimm hoped forward and off. Just in time... Talizan was still coming down. He tried to stop, but instead he ended up slamming right on top of Thoralax as Grimm just did before. Again, Thoralax was slammed face-first in the earth.
Grimm smiled slightly without even looking at them. His plan worked perfectly, every step, on the dot. He only had a moment to talk to Quetzar, and quick to use that. Quetzar, get up... Get your bearings. I can't fight them both. Not for long...
Quetzar was dizzy, but rousing. I'll be fine... Slowly getting up.
Slowly Grimm turned to face both monsters who at the moment, bickered about colliding, but were already focusing on their real targets again. With a snort, Grimm just glared. His eyes lit up, and he could see the future again... a strong clear vision! Yes, for the moment, he was going to be wining. He let his energy flow over him in black arcs and tensed. I'll take your both on!
Both monsters filled with pride by Grimm's empathy, both lunged forward just as Grimm did. Talizan reached him first, but Grimm merely ducked and skidded under the dragon. As he did, he rounded around and sliced with his feathers deep in the back leg, cutting muscle and down to the bone. Talizan feel forward on one knee. Now Thoralax was upon him... No problem. Grimm saw this coming and skillfully ducked again and threw his wing up. The sharp feather gouged deep right in soft spot of the main spore in Thoralax's chest! The pain was unbearable, and thoralax recoiled before falling over. She would be fine, but Grimm made sure she would be down for a moment. He threw several feathers into her neck, going through the vines and anchoring to the dirt for a short while at least. Nothing fatal, not with just a bunch of vines that easily bounded back together. She wasn't his opponent... Talizan was.
Speaking of the devil himself, Talizan was back for more already. Grimm knew that, though. He was quick to jump forward and dodge. Talizan followed eagerly, and Grimm was more then happy to continue the one on one he had going with Talizan. Now that he had saved Quetzar from devastating injuries... Those two could fight on there own again. Grimm opened his wings and rose off the ground as Talizan came, raising above Talizan and coming down, ready to dish more damage...
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Post by Omegarex24 on Mar 2, 2012 13:10:26 GMT -5
KK42, you have until 10PM (Central) to post or you will be skipped and the turn will proceed with Hayes.
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Post by Blerhwave on Mar 2, 2012 21:14:31 GMT -5
^ KK is typing out his posts for each tagteam match.
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Post by The Merry Lambfish on Mar 2, 2012 21:17:52 GMT -5
Seeing the great bird dive towards his face, Talizan leapt to the side and rolled across the ground, avoiding the blow. Spinning about, Talizan perked up his remaining ear, using the membrane to test the direction of the wind behind him. If he wanted to defeat this enemy, he would have to get creative. Finding the wind's direction unsatisfying, he circled Grimm in a threatening, yet deceitful manner, not wanting the bird to get suspicious.
Finally, Talizan found the right spot, and not a moment too soon. Grimm attacked again, leaping into the air, claws outstretched. Talizan fired his vapour heat ray, but instead of directing in at Grimm, he let it spiral in the air above him, the extreme heat transforming the sands from the billowing winds into glass shards. Thanks to his position, the glass shards hit Grimm like thousand tiny arrows, cutting and slicing into his skin. His front side was being torn into bloody shreds, but Grimm was no idiot. To avoid further damage, he side stepped to Talizan's right side, and belched up a glob of stomach acid onto his forearm.
Hissing in pain and anger, Talizan swung his tail at the blood covered Avatar of Death, this time, the blade along the club striking instead of the club's spikes. Like a whip, the club slammed against the right side of Grimm's head, the bladed edge adding damage to the concussive force by creating a deep slice that stretched from one end of the head to the other. Talizan snapped back into position, ready to attack again, but was surprised to see Grimm wobble around, having trouble walking. The Guardian was confused. Surely he didn't hit Grimm that hard. As Grimm momentary fell, Talizan suddenly realized what had happened.
When his blade along the edge of his club sliced across the side of Grimm's head, it must have penetrated deep enough to damage his inner ear on the right side, thus hindering his balance! The dragon grinned. An ear for an ear...
Taking advantage of his advantage, Talizan quickly fired off a fire ball, blowing Grimm off his already unstable feet and burning the already severely cut and sliced skin. As Grimm hit the ground, Talizan closed in and spun onto his back, preparing to drop his spiny back on top of Grimm's body...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Mar 3, 2012 22:24:31 GMT -5
Before the dropping dragon could skewer Grimm with his numerous ivory spines, an emerald ribbon of gleaming scales and flowing feathers looped around his body several times at blinding speeds. The Guardian of the Sun was not able to process what happen before he was jerked up violently, head whipping down painfully. As he rose up, something tightened around his torso and arms, a slowly growing strength that began squeezing his thin frame. Beaked snout craning up, Talizan found the source of this constriction staring him right in the face.
Quetzar.
The Sun Warrior met Talizan's fiery yellow gaze with his own crimson eyes, the look he gave the dragon not quite hostile, but defensive. Talizan understood immediately. The serpent was only saving Grimm. It wasn't personal, he was just returning the favor. Still, it was hard not to make it personal when the air was being forced from your lungs. Quetzar's coils continued to squeeze Talizan, the serpentine embrace growing quite painful. Although Quetzar's eyes warned him not to struggle, the prideful solar dragon couldn't stand to be manhandled like a common beast and began to kick. In an instant, Quetzar's eyes narrowed dangerously and so did Talizan's chest. The winged serpent's body clenched fiercely, the constriction growing several times more powerful. In the same moment, two thing happened- Talizan's lips parted with a painful wheeze as all the air was crushed from his body, and the spikes that lined the dragon's arms speared into his own sides. Blood rained towards the featureless ground now left far below. The two solar defenders were high in the raging sandstorm by now. Talizan felt like howling in agony, like thrashing wildly, like screaming his pain-fueled hate at Quetzar, but he did none of these things. Instead, he clamped his jaws shut and lashed out with his tail, bladed club flailing and trying to bash the serpent's head. Quetzar simply avoided each sharp crack! and the slashing spines as his head bobbed coolly on its lengthy neck. Seeing it was useless, Talizan relented. His sides were now gored horribly, his own movements driving the spikes deeper and tearing his tender flesh into bleeding hamburger meat. The pain was terrible, and he was sure at least one spike was grinding against a rib. But he kept control of his emotions. He glared up and met Quetzar's gaze with no pain, no fear, only defiance. The crimson orbs of the Sun Warriors narrowed, although not in a threatening manner this time.
With a whoosh! of scales coils, Talizan was free.
The dragon plunged a few moments, but swiftly caught himself on membranes weaved from sunlight and heat. Blood gushed and pain radiated from his sides at an increased rate as he pumped, stopping his fall. Hovering, the Guardian of the Sun was circled by the Sun Warrior. Quetzar soared around Talizan in a broad circle, wings pumping and eyes hard. His eyes shot a challenge. Talizan, although he had sworn not to fight the other hero, was tempted to accept it and charge with teeth bared and claws extended. But by dealing with Talizan, Quetzar had forgotten who his true foe here was.
With a whale-like wail, Thoralax surged up from below and caught Quetzar on one thorny wing!
The feathered serpent screeched, a high pitched whistle of pain escaping his narrow jaws. He was impaled on on of the thorn-like spikes of the plant monster's wings and being dragged along for the ride as she soared upwards. Ignoring the sand battering her draconic form harshly, Thoralax veered to the side. Quetzar was ripped from the spike by the fierce wings and rolled along the space dragon's wing, the thorns unable to penetrate his scales, but slicing up his softer underbelly. Crimson streaks ran down the plant's ragged membranes like deathly stripes. Finally tumbling off the tip of Thoralax's wing, Quetzar was left behind with a fading wail. Thoralax slowed with a few beats of her leaf-like wings, skeletal head scanning the sky below for the serpent. The sandstorm was too fearsome, the heavy layer of grit hurling through the air making it impossible to see too far. Fanged snout angling down, the vegetative giant began gliding back towards the bare earth of the grassland.
She froze when a fiery orange light burned through the sand storm.
Cutting through the storm like a great flaming disc, Quetzar punched through the veil of sand! The serpent was spinning like a saw disc and aflame, his rotating form lighting up the polluted skies. Thoralax shrieked in surprise before the Sun Warrior slammed into her like a discus of the gods, like Apollo's frisbee. The plant was hacked into even worse than before, the flames withering her vines first and then the spines slashing easily through them. Green 'blood' sprayed from the wailing monster like a water hose. Even the Great Space Dragon's meteorite armor was damaged, the stone slowly molded by the intense heat, carved by the sturdy spines as it grew soft. Fearing she would be sawed in half, Thoralax spun away with a clumsy sweep of her wings, one of the leaf-like membranes almost a victim of Quetzar's deadly rotating. As Quetzar continued up, lost in the sandstorm, Thoralax half flew, half fell, struggling to keep airborne as her green life essence still spewed from her. Alone and unharassed for a few moments, the plant began repairing herself, drawing from her dwindling reserve of healthy vines to knit her borrowed body back together. Before the plant creature could recover completely, Quetzar dropped down from a thick wall of grit with a muffled cry.
The Sun Warrior was no longer spinning, but instead encased by a jagged orb of glass!
The melted sand hardened to his looped length, the warrior serpent took out two birds with one stone and hammered into Thoralax! The glass shattered instantly, the razor-edged shards stabbing into the vegetative being like a score of arrows. Spilled chlorophyll whipped into a green vortex by the wind, Thoralax plunged and Quetzar soared, the serpent punching out his wings to catch the air as he was freed. Without missing a beat, the reptilian hero cracked open his jaws and vomited a massive jet of celestial fire, the golden flames swirling down towards his vegetative foe, hot enough to create glass tears from the sand in the air as they raced down...
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Post by Blerhwave on Mar 4, 2012 21:42:12 GMT -5
Thoralax returns fire with her own projectile- The Brimstone Beam. The two columns of energy push against each other and try to best the other. After a few seconds, there’s an explosion at where the two beams meet. The beams cancel each other out. Thoralax applies her Burning Powder once more to Quetzar, leaving the Sun Warrior to maul himself to get rid of the harsh irritation to his body. It gets to the point where he bites through his flesh and tears it off and gnaws at his exposed meat to contend with the itching. Thoralax gave her enemy the distraction so that she may pay Grimm back. She flies up to meet him and sends forth the vines that are her fingers and additional vines from her right arm’s makeup to lasso Grimm. He is tightly packaged all over. As the constricting begins, so does a discharge of sharp energy.
Grimm squawks as the vines eliminate even the slightest slack and crush his weak bones. At the same time his weakness is exploited, shocking energy treks across his body and gives the Reaper the feeling of being stabbed by large needles. The attack continues for 7 seconds when Thoralax is rammed by Quetzar, who’s body is missing mass chunks and loosely trickles his blood. Thoralax barrels through the air while her vines retract to their basic form before regaining flight. Quetzar looks up with hate-filled eyes while he hovers directly next to his teammate. With both her opponents situated side-by-side, she decides to engage with an attack that can damage them both. With several flaps of her energized wings, she lets her Poison Powder rain down on the both of ‘em and smear their hides.
Quetzar's natural tint masks his face's turning green from sickness, masking the indication... But he does start vomiting blood and stomach acid. This action involving projectiles let the rest of the kaiju know that Thoralax bared her Poison Pollen, and it is working; on Quetzar, not Grim... Grimm’s immunity to poisons, infections, disease, and everything else among those, saved him from what felt like the humans' "flu" disease/sickness that was proportioned to kaiju standards and felt like it was fed (again, kaiju proportioned) steroids and grown to deadly, painfully irritating quantity. While he continuously throws up, the winged serpentine green partner is plagued by sharp pains in his stomach, as well as sweat from the powder-induced fever, aches at his joints, and a violent fit of coughing that end up scarring his lungs from all the coughing. He is just...made violently sick.
Quetzar is too weak to sustain flight from the poison combined with the big lesions he dug around his body, and drops out of the air to impact the sand and shape an imprint of his body in the ground. Thoralax coats Grimm once more, except this time with different pollen; her Nova Pollen. It is meant as a gift for her esteemed teammate, Talizan. While Grimm the Reaper bird's joints and bones are in a vulnerable state, Thoralax darts forward at Mach 3.5. She passes over Grimm, and the sonic boom trailing behind her is a second away from colliding with the sizable vulture and will knock him around and give him considerable damage from its physical force-based damage…
you know what to do with the Nova Powder, KK. >;^)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 19:55:48 GMT -5
(I really don't think Grimm can be affected by Poison Powder.. Because he is immune to poisons. But meh, whatever.)
Grimm was already fairly beaten to the point he was having a hard time standing up. No telling how many bones were fractured, or worse broken. But he could ignore a chunk of that. Pain was nothing new. Even as he was blown back into the distance by Thoralax, his feet were picking him back up... Confounded space dragons.
But that didn't save him from the oncoming Talizan. The space-dragon simply flew by and released a Solar Flare. Grimm couldn't have dodged even if he wanted too. When the beam hit, the spores Thoralax had coated him with ignited the particles like gunpowder. Grimm's whole body had erupted in a bright flash of light, followed by a thunderous boom. A mushroom cloud surged up into the winds... and out of the mushroom cloud flew the limp body of Grimm, soaring through the sky and being pulled back to earth by gravity. The body hit the ground, pushing up the dirt as he skidded along. He came to rest about two-hundred meter away...
No movement came from Grimm at first... in fact, he was so weak that he didn't even open his eyes. Age was catching up with him, at least for this body. Only movement was the wind blowing through his slightly scorched feathers...
Talizan soared over, hovering down toward the body... Perhaps he was dead. He had proven to be unable to take great blows... Maybe that last attack was just too much.
Before she turned, the bird moved. His eyes widened in surprise... Still alive and moving, after that? Yes, he was. Slowly though... Grimm had tiredly pushed himself to his talons. Boy, did he look like shit. Like he had been through a flaming wood-chipper. Even mangled and bloody, he still stood. Talizan was slightly impressed. For such a small creature compared to her and most of the other combatants here, he was had moxie. Slowly Grimm turned and stared in the eye of Talizan. "Is that all?," he mocked. Grimm had enough fight in him to keep going yet.
Talizan narrowed his eyes and dive bombed at the Vulture full speed. As before, Grimm had only hopped to the side and avoided, but this time threw himself onto the passing dragon with his talons digging deep into his hips. The expected weight threw Talizan off balance and fumbled from his flight and crashed into the ground. Even as he pushed back up, Grimm was clinging to his back like a pest. A sharp pain sliced into her abdomen and up her side... Grimm had slammed his sharp feathers into the hip and dragged his necrotic coated feathers up Talizan's side, effectively slicing open the crimson colored hide and exposing the insides of his body.
The pain was inconsequential to the unbearable and sickening feeling of his flesh rotting alive... Down right torture. And this was huge wound that left a hole that one could see the still living organs inside Talizan's stomach.
But Grimm was not without his own injuries. That stung left the end of his wing burning in pain... True flight was going to be near impossible now as the feathers and tip of his wing burned down to the bone.
With a hop, Grimm jumped off just as Talizan's back shot forth a Vapor Ray which had just barley missed him. Avoiding that, he threw himself forward again as he hacked up a good size chunk of acidic vomit to coat Talizan...
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Post by Blerhwave on Mar 5, 2012 20:31:53 GMT -5
you're right dom, forgot about that. im gonna go back and edit that. thank you for reminding me
EDIT: I went back and fixed my post so that Grimm is unaffected by the Poison Powder/the infectious spores. It's not that I never read Grimm's profile and just attacked...I've read it at least a couple times, including the resistance/immunity to things like poison/infection. At that moment, that particular information was just brain fart'd outta my head/mind at that moment. but all fixed ('''\(^_^)/''')
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Post by Omegarex24 on Mar 9, 2012 15:12:55 GMT -5
6 more total posts and I call this.
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Post by The Merry Lambfish on Mar 12, 2012 8:22:49 GMT -5
I won't be able to post until tonight. Just a few more hours. I'm really, really sorry for the long wait.
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Post by The Merry Lambfish on Mar 13, 2012 2:02:21 GMT -5
His sides hurt severely, enough to incapacitate most creatures from the pain. But Talizan was not one known for giving up... not just yet. With a flash of flames and light, Talizan extended his energized wings and sprang into the air with all his might, narrowly avoiding Grimm's nasty stomach acid. Ignoring the pain in his sides, Talizan dove towards Grimm, knowing the smaller kaiju to the ground.
For the first time in the match... in fact, for the first time in his life, blind fury overtook the Guardian of the Sun. With Grimm at his feet, Talizan raised his fists and began to deliver a flurry of heavy punches to the bird, hitting him again, and again, and again. Each strike caused the avatar of death to cry out, and each miss left a small crater in the ground. Talizan's eyes dimmed down, the light fading... leaving his eyes black... cold... merciless.
NO!
Talizan managed to catch himself, breathing heavily. One of his fists was still raised in the air, posed to strike the poor bird. Slowly, Talizan lowered his fist, and fierce light returned to his eyes. What had happened? What was wrong with him? The dragon looked down at the seemingly broken bird, regret filling his heart.
That was, until Grimm sprang up, clamping his sharp beak around Talizan's throat. The sharp edges pierced Talizan’s skin, and the bird began to shake is head, tearing flesh from Talizan’s neck. Molten blood began to seep out, pouring right down Grimm’s throat and causing the bird to release his grip with a shriek. The dragon wasted only a few seconds to recover from Grimm’s attack, while the avatar of death was momentarily incapacitated with the pain and damage of having swallowed a good deal of molten blood. Regaining his wits, Talizan attacked, hitting the down Grimm with a powerful, point blank range fireball.
As the explosion knocked Grimm away and further burned his body, the dragon’s tail snapped forward, the spear tip aiming straight for Grimm’s chest…
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Mar 14, 2012 19:00:45 GMT -5
Thoralax hovered in the midst of the raging sandstorm, taking the break in action for her to repair her body, replacing damaged vines with fresh new ones. Her reserve of unharmed vines was running dangerously low though. She was fairly heat resistant, but that emerald serpent could bring some serious heat. The vegetative dragon perked up, skull-like head waving to and fro. Speaking of heat... where was that growing warmth coming from? The air around her slowly rose in temperature, the grains of sediment pelting her body starting to become hot. Before long, the grit in the air was glowing, a whirl of tiny embers. Thoralax was suddenly glad she was fireproof, gasping as the heat became more and more unbearable. A deep, fiery glow haloed the sky below her, a ring of illumination in the dark storm. Looking down at it, she could see the occasional flash of green membranes or the flick a feathered tail tip. Guessing who was behind the ring of fire without trouble, Thoralax beat her thorny wings and prepared to move away from the flames.
As she tried to escape, a towering vortex of fire surged up from below and engulfed her.
Thoralax wailed in shock, not expecting the fire whirl to move so fast. In reality, Quetzar had not simply been creating the flaming twister, he had been building it up, turning it into a coiled bundle of celestial fire that he had sprung in only a few moments to trap his vegetative foe. And now that he had her trapped, it was time to fasten his hold on victory. The solar serpent began tightening his circles, flying in a loop that shrunk with each passing second. In turn, the fire whirl narrowed, its width diminished, its speed increased. Inside the raging core of the vortex, Thorolax wailed in terror. The heat was unimaginable, an inferno that withered her vines, melted her armor, and made embers begin to glow at the edges of her wings. She was completely flame retardant, yet there were embers stinging at her leaf-like wing membranes. This was as close to actually burning as she had ever- and probably would ever- come. Steam rose from all sides of the plant monster as the vortex tightened, its vicious rotations beginning to tear at her wings. Soon, the spin of the fire whirl was so fast she was sucked into it. A warped screech came from the Great Space Dragon as she was swept into a spinning wall of flames, the dehydration of her vines increasing tenfold. The fire whirl was now a thin column of swirling fire, and unimaginable high in the air. At its peak, where Quetzar's tail was tickling his snout, it had risen above the sandstorm and was nearing the cover of clouds. Beginning to breathe raggedly between sheer effort and the thinness of the air, the Sun Warrior decided it was time to cap off his aggressive assault.
With a clap of his wings, the winged serpent collapsed the blazing vortex!
Thoralax was slammed by a downward rush of fire, the flames wrapping around her to form a writhing fireball that plummeted towards the ground at a blazing rate. The plant monster descended like a comet, entering the sandstorm, cutting through it, and then crashing into the ground with enough force to temporarily disperse the raging storm above. The brief gap in the whirling grit revealed a crater over fifty meters deep and over a hundred meters wide, an unmoving Thoralax in its center. The vegetative giant's stone armor was deeply cracked, her vines shriveled and shredded, and green chlorophyll pooled around in a broad puddle. Seeing this with his sharp eyes, even as high as he was, Quetzar decided to cast aside mercy and take advantage of his foe's helplessness. Wings tucking against his side as the storm closed back in upon itself, the serpentine guardian dove, a whistling shriek escaping his parted maw.
Before the hero even half completed the plunge down, a brimstone beam cut through the sandstorm and slashed across his length.
Quetzar screamed as his scales cracked and splintered, and his flesh rotted and decayed. Distracted by the burning pain running along his coils, the serpent lost the time he could have used to avoid Thoralax as she winged her way out of the storm and up towards him. The reptilian flier narrowed his eyes. Avoid completely, yes, but what if... Taking a chance, Quetzar punched out his wings and rolled out of the plant's way as she barreled up with a wail. Her thorned wings thrashed dangerously close, but he managed to twists around them and lung at her tail. Sinking his fangs into the base of the long appendage, the Sun Warrior continued streaking down, ripping open the tail all the way to its venus flytrap-like head! Leaving a shrieking Thoralax behind him, Quetzar spun to ball back-first, spat a jet of fire, and brought his wings together, sending a blast of celestial flames up at his foe...
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Post by Blerhwave on Mar 16, 2012 16:18:48 GMT -5
wow Hayes, nicely done. You've given me the idea to add after this match some fire retardant spores to her wing-generated pollen arsenal for fiery attacks like your Celestial Flames, as a natural defense mechanism to an element that is her weakness. what do you think about that for our space dragon? in fact, this match has given me good material to add to her bio to add depth to her character. check it out afterwards ^.^
Thoralax starts beating her wings faster to repel the flames. She pushes her leaf-like protrusions to their limits just to keep the fires at a distance but not much of one, because the celestial fire and its embers lick a number of locations on her body. At this point, her countermeasure is only reducing the heat-based damage that is threatening her. The Violent Vegetative Organism frees a number of her body’s extraterrestrial crystals then commands them to form a ring and charge with electrifying energy. Remembering what that configuration means, Quetzar pushes himself backwards in order to avoid the looming blast of his victim’s Space Thunder attack, but proven wrong when instead of firing the crystals’ generated energy…each one maintains it. The ring of multicolored jewels dashes to behind Quetzar in the blink of an eye before ramming forward, into the noble serpent’s back while he threw himself backwards and into the unconventional melee weapon (the portion centered between the “shoulders” of him). That center jewel breaks out of formation to bury itself in the flesh situated behind Quetzar’s neck so while the crystals continue rotating and maintain their charge of energy, they also channel energy through a connecting/linking bolt into that center crystal. The crystal buzz saw of sorts travels down the Sun Serpent’s length and shreds his body open with cracks from his splintering scales; not as deep as he had done to Thoralax’s tail, but enough to let him know that this is payback for The Great Space Dragon’s poor tail. The long and bleeding laceration bellows steam from the damaged-by-grouped-energy incision, and his spine shivers with energy traveling through it from that center crystal pressed against it. The attack is more than enough to strong-arm the Sun Warrior into calling off his attack.
As Thoralax calls back her crystals, she replaces them with her chest’s leech seeds. She must (and does) borrow Quetzar’s energy to nourish her dried vines. After a couple seconds, she retracts them and relishes in the fresh feeling that is given to her body’s growth. Now, with a clenched right fist, she swoops in to deliver an ever-so-forceful punch to Quetzar’s butchered chest. The arm possesses enough strength to lift superior masses with the fashioned appendage alone, and that strength induces pain in the butchered section she attacks. The infected deep wounds explode with puss upon impact, and start slowly oozing fresh blood (as well as spasming with fresh pain). At this time after using her paralyzing pollen to set Quetzar up for her following attack, Thoralax sends a blast of “brimstone” energy at Quetzar, aimed for anywhere on his body while he mentally struggles to get any part of his body to budge…
And with that my last attack, gentleman, my contributing to the match is over. Very good fight, and win or lose, it was a pleasure to be apart of it and it gave me a lot of good stuff to work with/work into Thoralax’s character. Thank you for the pleasure, dom and Hayes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2012 20:53:22 GMT -5
(I think Hayes forgot to tell if Grimm got hit by Talizan... Sooo yeah, I'll sort of wing it. BTW, Talizan's picture is no longer on his profile... thought I was point that out for reference issues.)
Quetzar being stunned for the moment, was unable to properly avoid the brimstone beam. The blast caught him across the neck and head, making him recoil back...
At his own wits end, Grimm was struggling himself against Talizan. Ever since being struck in the neck by the tail and having his face burned by the blood, he had a hard time focusing. The burning feeling in his throat was terrible and unpleasant distraction. Luckily Grimm was still using the storm around them to keep himself safe. Not that it was perfect, but he Talizan was having his fair share of problems trying attack his enemy while being virtually blind.
Why wasn't his future sight working now? He hadn't got a good vision since saving Quetzar. Curse this world, curse it, curse it, curse it! If anything good was going to come from being here in this world, it was going to be the sweet satisfaction of personally killing the idiots who run this place.
His thoughts were cut short when Talizan had shot through the veil of dust and slammed him into the ground. Grimm found his wing between the teeth of the space dragon and threatening to rip flesh from bone. Talizan must have forgotten the necrotic power... A surge shot up and coursed through his face. The electric feeling made him jolt back... When he breathed out, he could smell his own sour breath as his gums and teeth bled from soft, partial rotten skin. It was as if he never brushed his teeth in years... terrible, horrid scent of bad dragon breath. Grimm wasn't going to give Talizan the time he needed to process what happened. He hoped forward and raked his talons rich across the dragons face. The already damaged skin cut easily since it suffered necrosis. When Talizan reared back and felt his face... he hardly felt it. Many nerves were dead in his face. It made him angry.
Talizan threw his claws out at Grimm, which Grimm easily avoided by escaping into the air. But Talizan could fly too and shot off after the bird. But if it was one thing Grimm proved so far is that he was a hit and run fighter. Time to switch it up. Grimm stopped in mid air and swung around. Talizan was going to fast. Talons latched right onto his face and for the moment was lost since he had talons and feathers in his face. Unable to see where he was going, he feel. It wasn't the greatest fall ever, but Talizan bounced at least. Grimm had to thrash around a bit to avoid hitting the ground just as hard.
While Talizan was getting up, Grimm pounced forth and slammed his talons deep into his back. Naturally Talizan thrashed around in reaction. However, Grimm had about enough of this. The necrotic energy surged and it began flowing off in massive waves into Talizan's body. The exciting yet numb feeling flowed through Talizan like electrical bolts of lightning... Save it wasn't cooking it. His cells began stressing out as they fought to stay alive... So much was being damaged. His spinal cord was screaming to his brain that it was in danger, yet nerves in it were dying. Skin discolored, scales falling off...
Eventually Talizan just feel to the ground in shock. Grimm let the energy stop for a moment to examine his enemy. He was still going to fight, eh? Fine. Energy surged across his shoulder as he readied to give the beast another huge dose of necrosis.
(annnd I think if I am not mistaken, that is my last post... correct me if I am wrong though.)
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