Beryleon vs. Pouh-Wung

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Beryleon

vs.

Pouh-Wung

Ref: Sir Sound of wave.

[Blerhwave]

da intros; lessee 'em.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Spearing through the dark, ash-laden sky like a divine javelin, a pillar of electronic orange-yellow light delivered its load before flickering out of existence. Lunging forward from the fading beam of light, Pouh-Wung leapt to the ground, the porous volcanic rock cratering under his feet. A great howl escaped the long-bodied giant as he beat his chest. Free! He was finally out of that damned Hub and free to fight! To slaughter! To pound! Grinning ear to ear, Pouh stomped his feet, crushing rock to rubble underfoot. Apparently some fool had challenged him to a battle. This wasn't some random match-up, some idiot had called him out specifically. Him, the Punk King, the ancient Earth's greatest brawler, the baddest bastard son of Earth to ever exist. The crested titan bellowed again, long tongue slithering from his open maw. Him, Pouh-Wung! Some fool had challenged Pouh-Wung! The former-hero cackled his choppy roar of laughter. What a moron! A nasty grin spread across the lung's ugly head, more laughter escaping from between his snaggled fangs.

The fallen guardian's black pupils expanded, their dark grip spreading from lid to lid. A pulse of elemental might snapped down Pouh's muscular legs, hitting the ground in a shock wave. Still chuckling, Pouh fell backwards limply. The earth rupturing and upturning beneath him, a jagged throne of volcanic stone rose to catch the giggling brute. Pupils returning to thin slits, Pouh-Wung laid back easily across his throne and waited, tail lashing and flicking the ground in anticipation. This would be his first battle in forty-hundred-thousand years. And, in a most pleasant surprise, it was against some beast dumb enough to voluntarily take him on. Ha! A volunteer? More like a lamb to the fuckin' slaughter! Pouh grinned again, a predatory flame burning in his black-purple eyes.

He'd just have to teach this fool to choose his battles more carefully.

[WhiteFireRodan]

The second teleporter beam cut through the sky towards the lava fields below... and set off a massive explosion of blue flames the instant it hit. When the flames died down, they revealed THE GREAT AND POWERFUL BERYLEON, ready and waiting to beat the ever-loving SHIT out of that lizard sittng in front of me!
See, I had gotten into an argument a while back with Pouh-Wung. He was a mockery of the majesty of Asian dragons, the elegance and nobility and charity that they usually shared. Even Kori Kahn could do better than THAT! And as for me, well, you get the picture. That bastard deserved EVERYTHING he was going to get this day!
Throwing my head up to the churning sky, I unleashed an earth-shaking roar, sending streams of flame forth from my mouth and mane for good measure. It may have been a foolish idea to challenge him, of course, but I knew that at the end of the day, it was going to be worth it.

[Blerhwave]

i typed up to start and pressed "post reply" yesterday. disappointed to see it did not go through.

so for the second time, monsters FIGHT.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Pouh-Wung sat up in his jagged throne, a smile spreading across his face. Ha! The leonine ham! The toothy grin took on a predatory gleam matched by his glinting eyes. This was going to be fun.

The crystalline golem stepped forward, cyan flames billowing up as he hollered to Pouh. "Rise, lizard! You are a disgrace to your kind, and shameful to monsterkind everywhere! For this, Beryleon will punish you!" The ruby cat paused to roar dramatically, neon fire curling from his open maw. "Prepare to be defeated by the GRRRREAT AND POWERRRRRFUL BERR- huagh!"

While the ham made his little speech about 'shame' and other lame, pussy shit like that, Pouh had reached back with both hand and grasped the top of his rocky throne. Flipping himself over the throne and delivered a two-footed kick to the back of it, the seat of stone was snapped from the ground by his terrakinesis and hurled at the crystalline giant. The throne-turned-projectile struck Beryleon hard, interrupting the howl of his title and dropping him instantly. The rock structure had shattered across his face, the impact driving shallow cracks across his snout and three-pronged crown. Pouh threw his ugly jaws back in cackling laughter. That had shut the cat up! Still uttering that choppy bellow of mockery, the former-hero lowered his great head and charged, footfall shaking the volcanic landscape. Laughter become a roar, the crude beast pounced, both feet swinging up to plant into Beryleon muzzle. The lung was hoping he could shatter the ham's face in one go this time. Snarling, Beryleon rose a ruby jaw and then slammed it back down, sending cracks into the porous black earth.

A glistening gem spire erupted from the ground and caught Pouh on its tip!

Pouh-Wung wheezed, body curling up as all the air was forced from his body. Weakly pushing off the sharp tower of ruby gem- the crystalline structure matching Beryleon's body perfectly- the Punk King crumple to the ground, blood leaking from his gut. The spire, although razor-sharp, hadn't pierced his tough hide too deeply, really only punching a small hole into his rubber-like skin. What really hurt was having his entire mass come down on the point.

Beryleon laughed heartily. "Hahahah! Take THAT, naysayer!"

Rage flared up in Pouh, the anger even hotter than the flames he wielded or Beryleon spat. Jumping up despite the terrible jolt of agony in his midsection, Pouh-Wung thundered towards his feline foe! The laughter was knocked right out of Beryleon as Pouh smashed into him like a kaiju-sized frieght train. The leonine golem went down hard, cracks spreading across his side like spiderweb. Howling hatefully, Pouh seized the lion's tail and heaved up. Beryleon cried out indignantly as he was yanked into the air like a child's plaything. Half cackling, half bellowing, Pouh slammed down Beryleon again and again. The ground shattered as the feline giant was hammered into it, the crater growing deeper and deeper. More cracks appeared across Beryleon's surface. As the ham came down one last time, Pouh wheeled around, spinning on one heel. Releasing Beryleon with a snarl, the former-guardian sent the lion flying, soaring towards a great rock that stabbed up at the ash-clouded sky...

[WhiteFireRodan]

Well, so much for an imposing entry.
Granted, I WAS hoping for this to be a more one-sided battle, but now that I KNEW what Pouh-Wung was capable of, I might as well be more careful. He knew that if I talked too much, I would expose myself as vulnerable. Also, after this, I'd say that being made of precious gems and flames could be considered a mixed blessing.

"Oh... IT... IS... ON!!!" Twisting in mid-air, my articulated armor providing extraordinary flexibility, I landed on the side of the spike, the way cats always land on their feet, and pushed myself off, leaping straight up into the air and launching a fireball straight down at the unsuspecting dragon (see the quote at the beginning of the paragraph), who was still indulging in his daily dose of lulz. Said lulz was rudely interrupted as the fireball hit him in the face, disorienting him despite the sheer heat. He only had time to see me coming straight down at him, claws out, before I landed directly on top of him.

Pouh-Wung, of course, was not amused, to say the least. His geokinesis more than made up for his lack of physical strength. His double-footed kick to my stomach was enough to send me back up into the air a second later. This only made things worse for him as I deliberately came back down upon him, letting my jagged skin cut into his own. Trying to grapple desperately and gain the advantage, he only ended up sticking more of himself into the pile of shards as I tumbled all over the place.
"GET - OFF - OF - MY - BACK - YOU - RUBBERY - IMBECILE!" I roared as I continued slamming him against the earth. "YOU'LL - RUIN - MY - MANE!!!"
Finally, Pouh-Wung couldn't hold on anymore, and my next roll left him sprawling in a small crater. His tough, leathery hide was covered in surprisingly deep cuts, courtesy of all the times it had to endure my crystalline body grinding him against the floor. And of course, his attitude had gone DRASTICALLY south, because next moment, he launched a frosty gust from his mouth straight at my face. Said frosty gust was countered by a stream of fire from my mouth, which forced it steadily backwards until it finally hit the dragon and actually sent him backwards himself. As he recovered and prepared for another round, I slowly shook my head angrily. "What does this lizard think of himself?" I snarled to myself. "He's supposed to fight with ELEGANCE and STYLE, the way of a TRUE being of power..."
My thought process was interrupted when he streaked towards me, ready to crush my face to powder. I didn't even pause to look up at him as I lobbed a fireball from my mane at him, waiting for it to fly straight down his throat...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Charging the crystalline ham in a blind rage, Pouh-Wung caught the ball of azure fire in his open jaws with a gag. Long jaws snapping shut, the long-bodied lung fell back with a muffled scream, cyan sparks flying from his nostrils. As the former-hero writhed on the ground, his mouth cracked open to reveal the once soft pink flesh inside to be badly burn, an angry red color. A agonized howl escaped the parted jaws. Pouh was highly resistant to both temperature extremes, but not even that could stop a fire in his fucking mouth to hurt like a goddamn bitch. A chilled breath from deep within his gullet soothed the pain greatly though, the frost dulling the burns. Agony appeased for now, Pouh stopped thrashing and sat up with a grunt, scalded tongue slither from his gasping maw.

The ruby golem laughed uproariously, long saber-fangs stretching wide. "Not so fireproof on the inside, are you! No get up off the ground and fight! You're embarrassing yourself. That is your downfall, you know. You lack grace! You lack STYLE!" The lion snorted. "Dull brute. You should wield your power with elegance and majesty. Like Beryleon!"

Leaping to his feet with a crack of his tail, Pouh snarled furiously at Beryleon. This puss was gonna tell him how to fight? He LIVED for fighting. He WAS battle. A smirk tugged at Pouh's lips. Time to show it. Damning both majesty and grace, the Punk King raised a clenched fist, ran his slavering tongue over the spiked knuckles like a heavyweight boxer kissing his gloves, and lunged. A powerful punch hammered into Beryleon's side, Pouh's terrakinesis repelling him from the earth and flinging him into the lion like a cannonball, one with fists. The blow dropped the feline golem instantly, the inorganic cat collapsing with a outraged cry. Three long cracks were sent out from where Pouh's first was still planted against his crystalline body, but otherwise no damage was done. The lung snorted irritably and pressed his fist down harder, ignoring Beryleon's protests, hoping he could crack a rib or some shit like that. Did weirdass things this even have ribs? Well, either way, fuck it, because his spiked knuckles just slid off the ruby ham. Roaring a threat dramatically, Beryleon swiped at Pouh with his razor-edged claws. The corrupted-guardian sprung back. He bellowed in annoyance as he landed heavily on both feet, volcanic stone cracking beneath his girth. That fuckin' crystal armor! He would have broken some bones by now on an organic beast! Purple-black eyes narrowed dangerously before being engulfed in darkness. Time to break it. Tail lashing and whipping up a fierce wind, Pouh flipped himself into the air, a storm tearing up the rock behind him. The howling brawler came down and smashed both heels right into where he had punched the lion. The ruby gem there shattered and a small gap appeared in the showboat golem's precious armor. Beryleon holler in rage. His beautiful body! Pouh dropped straight on his back, wheezing painfully as the wind was knocked from him and blood running from where crystal shards had speared his feet, but a cackle escaping him anyway. The lion had just had the shit kicked out of him and he was worried about looking good? Un-fuckin'-believable! Hopping to his feet with a smooth wave of his serpentine body, Pouh-Wung took another swung at Beryleon, fist bursting into flames. The blow slammed into the fracture, diamond dust and ruby splinters flying everywhere as crystal armor was pulverized. The fist's tough spikes punched cracks and fractures deep into the lion. Beryleon was shoved to the ground by the blow, jarred by the sheer force and further infuriated by the desecration of his glorious form. The fire hadn't done anything at all, and to be honest, Pouh hadn't expected it to. The lung grinned madly. He just thought it looked damn cool.

Seizing back control of the whirlwind roaring behind him with a flick of his whip-like tail, Pou-Wung wheeled around and hurled the ashy twister at his fallen foe...

[WhiteFireRodan]

With a snarl of indignation, I crouched low, bracing myself for the full blast of Pouh-Wung's twister. Already, I could taste the suffocating pyroclastic ash in the air. A normal kaiju would have been asphynxiated quickly, but not me. I may have been fractured and chipped, but at least I did not need to breathe, and more importantly, I had no internal organs asking to be mashed to a pulp. I owed Drew big-time for turning me into stone.
"Did you know that wind only makes flames stronger?" I purred in anticipation, before throwing my head up and letting out an earthshaking roar. A Plasma Roar, in fact, which hit the twister dead-on and turned it into red-hot flames, which suddenly swept over my body. They didn't fix the cracks, that wasn't allowed here, but at least they served to increase the power of my fire-based attacks.
Then, with a roar, I launched myself through the flames, startling Pouh-Wung even more. Thinking fast, he tried to launch himself at me, fangs out, aiming for my mane. However, I managed to send out a wisp of flame from said mane that singed his tongue and caused him to stumble a little. That was all I needed. His jaws clamped onto my left forelimb, but my weight was enough to put a stop to that as I landed, pinning him by the neck to the earth. The dragon tried to coil the tip of his whip-like tail around my legs, but I pinned down that too with my right hind paw.
Now for my next stage. My right forepaw and my left hind paw pressed down on his body and extended their claws, digging into the leathery skin of his underbelly. Pouh-Wung shrieked with pain as I raked backwards, as slowly as I dared, ripping through the skin and flesh like it was tissue paper! The dragon tried to claw his way out from underneath me, but he was too lightweight for me to even notice. Pouh-Wung couldn't spill blood from me, but I could from him.
I only noticed how desperate he was becoming when the great flaming fist hit the crack in my armor, causing me to hesitate for a moment. That was all he needed as he pushed me off of him at last with a double-footed kick. As I staggered backward, a smirk curling my stony lips, I finally got to appreciate my work as I took in the multitude of deep, profusely bleeding gashes running down the length of his body. Pouh-Wung looked down at the damage, horrified, and then back to me, his face contorted with fury. I, The Great and Powerful Beryleon, had actually wounded this supreme fighter! He knew, then, that I should pay - not that I really cared. Unlike creatures made of stone, organic monsters can only take so much damage.
Anger rippling through his entire body, the monster launched himself at me once more, but then I noticed the same rock shard I'd leaped off from earlier. I sidestepped and then shoulder-checked him, slamming him into the jagged formation, pressing his body into the stone. The chocked howl of agony told me that I had him in the perfect position. My fiery mane and jagged crystal edges sank deep into the cuts in his hide. Just to give him something else to complain about, I moved forward slowly, grinding him into the stone and cutting through his skin even more. Then as I moved away from him, he crumpled to the ground, bleeding heavily, but also coiling like a snake about to strike.
Time for my next move. As Pouh Wung lunged and tried to claw at me, I whirled and loosed a gout of blue flame, aiming for the cuts on his body...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

A vortex of wind coiled around Pouh-Wung's tail as he slapped it against the ground, launching himself into a flip. The grinning lung soared right over Beryleon as his azure flames scorched empty air, long pink tongue flicking out to swipe across the crystal golem's fractured muzzle. Spinning upright, Pouh cratered the rocky terrain as he planted both feet hard into the ground. But the brawler didn't stop there. Instead, he threw his slender length forward, lying almost parallel with the landscape as his sinuous tail snapped up and looped around Beryleon's tail with a crack! The former-hero then heaved up with all his considerable might. Beryleon had his ruby paw raised, razor-edged claws extended to slice through the nuisance around his throat, but an intense pressure was suddenly place on his neck. With a rolling roar of effort, Pouh-Wung lifted the feline golem's 100,000 tons into the air! Beryleon let out an unbelieving cry as he was held high above the earth, the tail supporting him almost completely vertical. But, even with all his great strength, Pouh was trembling and soon had to relent, letting his long tail go limp. Beryleon had begun to say something, saber-fanged maw open wide, but any words became a surprised grunt as he dropped straight down. The crystalline lion plunged almost three-hundred meters down, and the porous rock shattered under his great mass. The volcanic stone didn't go unavenged though, the impact deepening the lion's already existing cracks and dishing out a few more. The showboat snarled a few curses as he struggled to his feet, the distinctly ungraceful landing leaving him sprawled on his back.

Pouh was exhausted. His brow drooped and his chest rose and sunk deeply. As he gasped raggedly, his long forked simply lolled from his maw lazily, as if even it was tired. The lung's dark purple eyes hardened with Beryleon began to rise though. Couldn't let the ham see how much that had taken out of him. Mouth clamping shut and body shifting into an aggressive stance, the elemental beast readied himself for an assault by the ruby golem. Sure enough, Beryleon charged through the cloud of ash and soot that had billowed up from the crash, jaws stretched open and claws extended. The lion pounced with a great kick of his back legs. As the leonine ham hurtled at him, Pouh smirked and swiftly ducked under the furious attack, ruby claws shaving a few hairs from his jagged crests. Before the lion even hit the ground on the other side of him, Pouh whipped around and seized his own tail about halfway down. Uttering a choppy, laughing bellow, the ancient beast leaned back and spun on a spurred heel.

Beryleon- forgetting that Pouh's tail was still wrapped around his neck in his anger- was jerked back while still airborne!

Using the ham's own momentum and adding his muscle to it, Pouh-Wung spun Beryleon in a broad circle. Fully leaned back into the spin and enjoying the fuck out of himself, Pouh threw his head back and howled. A cry also escaped Beryleon, but it was in outrage rather than in joy. After making a few rounds, Pouh let his tail slip from around the golem's neck and both beasts went flying backwards, the lung with a cackle, the lion with a howl. Pouh-Wung slammed into the earth, bouncing hard as he crushed rock into grit, but not before grabbing his long tail to his front. Beryleon suffered a more devastating landing, smashing through the stone spire he had ground Pouh against. A deep roar left the lion as he tumbled across the ashy earth, several jagged shards of rock jammed into cracks across his glimmering ruby form. Pouh cackled madly. The fruity cat wouldn't be using that OR him as a scratching post anymore! Grinning broadly and leaping to his feet, the fallen guardian held his tail in his spiked fists. Tongue wavering from his jaws and throwing slaver, the dragon-like being sprung to one foot and raked his claws across his lengthy tail like a colossal guitar! Pouh laughed thunderously. He'd have to thank a certain mohawked walrus back at the Hub for showing him this later.

As Beryleon rose, a furious grimace became a thoughtful gaze. "Hm... not bad... certainly not elegant, but it most definitely has style..." A gleam entered the lion's cyan eyes. "This is a good start! Perhaps you are not a lost cause after all, lizard."

A bristled tail tip smashed into the earth, Beryleon only avoiding becoming its victim because of his quick reflexes.

The fiery golem bellow. "Forget what I said! SUFFER THE GRRRREAT AND POWERFUL BERYLEON'S WRATH!"

The lion pounced at the lung, the neon fire ringing his sneering head flaring into a raging inferno. Pouh tried to sidestep, but a ruby spire erupted from beneath his foot and toppled him. Crimson spurted from the sole of the corrupted defender's foot like a grisly fountain as he collapsed. Landing next to the downed beast with a triumphant crow, Beryleon lashed out with his claws. Four bloody gashed were carved into the black patch on Pouh's shoulder. Even his his rubbery hide couldn't stand against surgically sharp crystal blades. Hissing in pain, Pouh-Wung ignored the agony radiating from both his shoulder and foot and kicked out. A clawed foot smeared with blood hammered into the spiderweb of cracks in Beryleon's side. The blow pushed the lion back, and Pouh's terrakinesis reached out to punch the rock shards embedded in the ruby golem deeper into his crystal body. Beryleon fell back with a distress roar. Curled tail pushing him to his feet, Pouh raised the same foot and brought it down with a snarl, elemental powers extending to drive the jagged shards even deeper. ..

[Blerhwave]

just felt like pointing out, really cool match so far, you two.

[WhiteFireRodan]

(Could you guys please give Drew like, oh, 24 more hours or so to post my next few attacks? Finals are taking their toll on his schedule and he really needs to study for his last exam at the present...)

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

(Fine by me.)

[Blerhwave]

take your time WFR, if you dont get the chance to post tonight, do it tomorrow or the next day. as soon as you can. depending if tomorrow you get wifi in Chicago.

[WhiteFireRodan]

(Done. I'll make this quick because we have to go shortly, but I'll do it anyway.)

Pouh-Wung had to admit it, he was confident in his battling skills. He had already managed to damage my crystalline armor a great deal. But I was not yet done with him. After all, I still had a few moves in my repertoire that I'd yet to practice here in the UCA.

The slash of my razor-blade fangs seemed to draw every eye as I lunged upwards. Pouh-Wung's smug grin broke in an ear-splitting scream of pain as my saber-teeth sank right between his legs. The groin attack threw him off guard, causing him to fall backwards as he flailed wildly, howling in agony from the surgically sharp crystalline swords plunging into his delicate regions. Next moment, I had withdrawn the sabers and slammed him to the side of a cliff. Blood poured from the wounds on his body, but I had none to spill. This was my advantage, being able to take far more damage than any organic beast ever would.

With a smile on my feline stony lips, I sank one of my teeth into the flesh of his torso, and raked, slowly, downwards towards the first bite wound. It was not deep enough to cut the vitals, but certainly deep enough to cut through muscle, sinew, and nerve, causing Pouh-Wung to grunt and screech in pain. By the time I had retracted my fang and inspected my work, I had made another nice long gash, deeper than the claw marks, across his body.

My moment of pride was interrupted when Pouh-Wung's tail whipped forward and smacked me across the face, causing one of my sabers to crack. That made me upset, because I would need every sharp edge I could to make short work of this brute. The second swipe hit my other saber tooth, cracking that one. The third one came from above, aimed between my eyes. I couldn't use my sabers for fear that they would break if they applied further strain. But that didn't mean I couldn't attack.
My jaws clamped, my front teeth closing on the tip of his tail. Pouh-Wung suddenly found himself screaming through the air as I flung him far across the arena, skipping across a pool of lava. The dragon's hide could resist the heat, but the same could not be said of his flesh and he suddenly found himself scampering like a great lizard across the lava, screeching in panic, in the opposite direction.

Gasping and panting, the dragon finally flopped down at the edge of the lava pool, not knowing whether to sob for his broken pride or ragequit and beat me straight down to hell. His decision was made, however, when I simply waded through the lava, my stony body glowing white-hot as I emerged on the other side. The lava cooled around me, patching up the cracks for the moment, as I arched my back, preparing to pounce on Pouh-Wung's fallen body.