Hero vs. Anti-Hero vs. Villain

[Blerhwave]

The epic match of a lifetime; Hero against an Anti-Hero against a Villain.

Lord Nosdrah, playing the part of Villain,

vs.

Quetzar, starring as the Hero,

vs.

Cyber-Thresher, who by process of elimination, is our story's Anti-Hero.

Arena: Volcanic (this part I presume?
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Ref: InfernoRodan, stamp collecting extraordinaire.

Intro: In the shadows (specifically, the shadows' realm), Nosdrah hovers in still tranquility, his wings folded over as his cape. In the black abyss surrounding him, eerie crimson eyes stare back at him from untold distances. Below him, his undead subordinates dwell and moan. Nosdrah's own soul-piercing eyes are closed, leaving the setting's eyes and the eyes formed on the front and the back of his cape the only ones open. After an extended period in meditation, Nosdrah's own pure crimson eyes blink wide open, and a smile forms on his face to go along with his now-awareness.

"My minions, ... The time has come. My...Our battle...starts now."

With each spoken word, a mist as cold as Death's embrace leaves the Nobleman's lips. The fight he speaks of is a three-way fight, between a fire-breathing, fire-wielding emerald serpent, an arrogant cybernetically-enhanced shark, and his undead self. Nosdrah's array of animated corpses, ghouls, wraiths, specter's, and warriors who have fought bravely and valiantly in battle but fell at the hands of their enemies, they all stare up at their King and acknowledge the Nosferatu's words with wails, screams, and moans.

The time is at hand.

Nosdrah allows his form to descend downwards and out of the darkness, into a volcanic setting. The night combined with the smoke and ash darkening the sky and area is perfect for the Alpha Vampire. "So this is where I'll be fighting those two morsels; this is where that group of humans will send them. Well, I'm ready, and I'm waiting. I shall taste both of your bloods, and feast on your very spirits. Come and get me..."

With his arms crossed underneath his cape, Nosdrah waits for the two monsters' arrivals, hovering just 25 meters above the ground. The smell of ash and sulfur fills Lord Nosdrah's nostrils and taste buds with a satisfying sense of glee. The smell is like that of Death's rotting stench, of which Nosdrah is well familiar with; he is a connoisseur of... He can sense the spirits of monsters that have fought and fallen in this setting. Surely, he will call on them in due time to carry out his bidding against the pair of heros (one being an Anti-Hero). He can smell the blood long-since soaked into the battlefield, and licks his pearly white fangs in anticipation of tasting it, and tasting their (Quetzar and Cyber-Thresher's) warm life fluids. Red eyes open up around the Undead Nobleman, against the ground, and along the front of his cape. Toothy grins also open wide amidst the darkness and his cape, some with long pointed tongues hanging out of some of the open grins.

"Let the nightmare, my nightmare, begin..."

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

With a flash of orange-yellow electronic light, Quetzar was there, hovering directly across from Nosdrah, a great volcanic crater stretching between them like the gate to Hell itself. His crimson eyes were hard and determined, as if rubies had somehow found their way into his sockets. This was it. The battle that the Sun Warrior had been training for since its existence was agreed upon. Not only would he be facing the Lord of Shadows, the vampiric titan boring into him with hungry eyes from across the crater, but Thresher- his greatest foe and fierce rival- as well. He would either triumph and prove that the forces of light were greater than those of darkness, or fail and be broken by the demons he faced. Flames flared behind flickering eyes. He would not loose.

The feathered serpent breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring greedily. The heat here... it was so thick and smothering, he could smell it. Perfect. The Sun Warrior needed all the power he could muster if he was to triumph today. Internal furnace kicking to full heat immediately- there was to be no holding back against these two- and wings held wide to absorb the searing warmth rolling from the molten pool like solar panels, the emerald guardian called to Nosdrah with his mind.

So, devil... you wish to feast on our blood? I warn you then... Sparks spewed from the serpent's mouth as he drew back his scaly lips some. My essence may be too hot for you to handle.

As if to make his point, the noble beast turned his head to the side and gave a small huff, and a potent streak of flames shot out. The thin jet of fire reduced part of a nearby boulder to slag within second, the melted stone forming a miniature lava flow. Quetzar turned his snout back to Nosdrah and snorted, fiery curls coming from between his teeth. The message was clear. There was more where that came from.

And by all the might of the Sun Warrior, the vampire- and Thresher- would burn.

[The Great MM]

The hero and the villain faced one another as thick geysers of flame burst from the black, rocky ground. But their interactions were interrupted by the third arrival of this triple threat match. A golden beam of light parted the black clouds like Moses parting the Red Sea. The light touched the ground... and then Thresher dropped.

Falling to a knee with both arms stretched to his side, Thresher's impact cratered the obsidian rock and sent a wall of dust outward. His cybernetically enhanced eyes burning with malice and saw-sword revving to life, Thresher stood tall. He stood proud. He stood powerful.

The three warriors formed a triangular as their heads changed to face one another, waiting to see who'd make the first move.

"The Reptilicus wannabe and the spawn of Twilight." Thresher cooed, "Must be my birthday."

[Inferno Rodan]

Post order:
Soundwave
HayesAJones
The Great MM

FIGHT!

[Blerhwave]

if you read the karmas starting with IR ^ and keep going up...they're in numeric order. o.o whaa. lolol.


Nosdrah looks at Quetzar, then at Cyber-Thresher, then back to Quetzar, with a big grin. "To fight me is a gift, my fellow monsters. You call me villain...but am I not giving you the privilege of fighting me, and falling victim to my attacks? This will be fun...especially with you," Nosdrah points a clawed finger towards Thresher. "Daemonuse told me all about you... Bwuahahahaha..." Nosdrah's cape flies open and takes the form of his wings. The edges extend and waver in the air as if being moved by a gust of wind, though none is present. The big bad King of the Night's wings are outlined by a dark red and black mixture, while that grin is still on his face.

"I have another gift, gentleman; this one is for you,Thresher." Lord Nosdrah raises his long right arm and faces his hand right at the mechanical sea demon across from him. Quetzar observes to see what will come, and waits for the exact moment to attack either of these blemishes. The Shadow King manifests swirling orbs of flames, comparable to Hell's own, through brief chanting. Quetzar knows this spell; it is Hellion. The heat of the orb projectiles makes the Sun Warrior hungry, for inferno is his element, and inferno, his nourishment. The field around Cyber-Thresher fills with Hellion's effect, and not a second later after Nosdrah snaps his fingers, the fireballs burst forward at lightspeed and crash into Cyber-Quetzar. The onslaught coming from all directions lifts the fish a short distance above the ground, and the grenade-like explosions singe the flesh and bruise it (from the shockwaves of each grenade-like explosion), decoratively tarnishes the armor, and overwhelms Thresher. In all the pain, he doesn't scream; to do that would not be his style. Nosdrah observes this right away; "All those projectiles slamming into your body and yet you manage to hold back any cries of pain... You remind me of myself, fish. If my dead body could even feel pain, that is. You sh-" A sheet of flames blankets Nosdrah's opposite side- the left side. With his concentration broken, the orbs fade from existance and Thresher hits the ground without the "fire grenades" to sustain him.

Despite the sores on his body and the mass of soreness, he rises to his feet. While he shakes his mind clear of disorientation, Quetzar does not relent in his attack on the Pure Evil in his sights. The Nosferatu curls his wing over to take the heat. While his cape shield effortlessly takes the celestial flames, Nosdrah is "cooking" up a retaliatory answer to the fire. An eerie thing, what he does next; Nosdrah speaks and shows no attention or care for the fire scorching his wing.

"Nice, Quetzar! That's the spirit, that's the passion and heat I'd expect from a hero! It's as much my honor and pleasure to fight you as it is for you to do battle with me. I would like to show you something, as thanks for showing me your splendid attack. It's gonna do something about your fire, I'll admit; I hope you won't mind!"

Nosdrah's voice, his words...carry sincerity. Thresher takes this for weakness, despite the brutal barrage he just underwent, and as for Quetzar, he's wise enough and experienced enough to know that the Gentleman Undead's kindness is not to be taken lighty. A man of his word, the very first Nosferatu does exactly what he said he would; he brushes away his cape and submerges his left arm in the fire. From a distance, Cyber-Thresher shouts, "Not very smart. You'd think countless centuries of existence would leave you with some sense, Mr. Nice Guy." Nosdrah's lips curl to reveal his fangs; in his mind, he thinks to himself Just you watch, you ignorant sardine. The flames designed to punish villains justly suddenly freeze solid. It is The Undead King's touch. Being that he possesses the touch of Death itself, Nosdrah's touch can be arctic when he needs-or wants-it to be. Such is the case. Quetzar watches as the ice nears his mouth; before it can happen and travel down to his fire generating furnace in his body, he breaks from his position and snakes in the air to take a higher position. Lord Nosdrah flings his right arm, which breaks apart into kaiju bats that fly up in different directions to meet as one above Quetzar. They group above and form into eachother to create a single bat, which flies in a circle and creates a shadow portal. Nosdrah's arm reaches out of it and grips the solar serpent's throat and gives it a good squeeze. Still wielding the touch of death, icing energies transfer from the hand and through Quetzar's very body. The scales in contact with Nosdrah's hand take an ice blue tint for they freeze solid. The arctic energy floods Quetzar's senses and his inner body, giving him quite a chill. Cold is his bane, but to encounter a cold that can actually dim his heat and best it? This hasn't happened in so long, that Quetzar can't even remember the last time he encountered such a cold... Quetzar's body weakens a huge amount, and his brain feels underpowered; even the serpent hero's thoughts[/i] are frozen! Nosdrah finally releases his grip, and the hero falls to the ground, hitting hard. His emerald body is now of a light blue tint, as it is chilled dangerously low.

Cyber-Thresher moves in with hands formed into scythes. He takes a big swing intent on carving the undead's body, but it merely moves through Nosdrah like he is a hologram. He disappears into a royal purple mist. Out of nowhere, he reappears behind Thresher completely black and inumbrate (he looks like he does in his main pic in the bottom left corner). The only color comes from Vampire Prime's piercing red eyes staring directly into Thresher's. From out of his body, a shadow hound lunges (with his lower body attached to Nosdrah; again, looking exactly like the lower left picture of his main/first image) and bite's Cyber-Thresher's

shoulder. With the denseness Nosdrah has given the hound's shadow maw, the serrated fangs punch through the shoulder's armor so that they tunnel through flesh. With his inky claws, the Shadow Hound claws at the Anti-Hero's torso and tears away at skin, sending a spray of blood to stain the shadow animal (but the blood is soaked up by the shadow, entering Nosdrah and giving him sustenance). The hound drinks the blood from the site he is mauling with his strong maw, which it shakes its head to render and tenderize the meat, sensitize the armor, and spill as much blood as the Nobleman can.

Finally, Nosdrah says something in an ancient tongue, one that neither Thresher or Quetzar recognize or understand. Whatever the couple of words are, they obviously translate into something resembling, "Heel boy," because the shadow animal pulls away but tears the small chunk of armor off as a souvenir. The piece of scrap metal disappears into the inky shadow. Now, tendrils emerge from the wolf and wraps around Cyber-Thresher, restraining him all tight and snug to keep him in place. From behind, Nosdrah fades into existence, and sends a twin burst of "Assassin Eyes" right at the back of the Anti-Hero's head...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

As the crimson javelins of might slashed through the air, Cyber-Thresher heaved with all his strength to one side, all his power only enough to make a sloppy ducking jerk against Nosdrah's shadowy restraints. As a reward for his efforts, only one of the blasts struck, and only slightly, the jagged beam dancing across the side of his helmet briefly, a red-hot path of heated metal behind it. With an angry roar, the armored shark whipped his great tail up, the blade-like fin rendering his inky tethers to a dark mist and freeing him. Whirling with a curse directed at the ancient vampire lord, Thresher lunged, liquid hands extending into his trademark scythes.

Meanwhile, Quetzar was breathing shakily, the unbelievable cold of Nosdrah's touch freezing him down to his core, where his internal furnace flickered and flared weakly. His usually brilliant emerald scales were dulled and frosted over, and his lengthy body could only twitch and flex where mighty loops had once been thrown. If one were to listen, even very intently, a heartbeat would be hard to hear from the Sun Warrior. His blood deprived mind struggling to work, the slowed serpent pushed up with his wings and flipped his stiff coils over, flopping towards the edge of the volcanic crater with a distinct lack of grace. Finally, his length twisted and tangled like a broken child's toy, Quetzar pushed himself over the lip of the crater and tumbled down into the molten pool. The thick, glowing broth accepted him with a sluggish, unwelcoming splash.

Obliterating another spell flung at him with the power of his mind alone, Thresher snarled at Nosdrah.

"This? This is your 'ultimate evil?'" The armored one laughed humorlessly. "Pathetic. I'll show you real evil."

"You talk a lot," noted Nosdrah conversationally. "For a walking can of sardines."

Before the shark could retort, a great eruption came from behind the King of Shadows, from within the crater. A plume of lava leapt up like a molten create, a fiery viper rearing for the strike. Ragged membranes parted the gout of lava, and Quetzar was revealed in a thick molten rain. Burning raindrops dosed the shark and the undeadsman, liquid rock running over both like inflamed veins. Thresher gave a snarling cry, equals parts surprise, pain, and anger. The lava ran down his armored form, the Klenthurian metal warping and dripping. Worse yet, the molten flow oozed under his armor, the liquid fire burning against his bare flesh with every movement, every breath. The shark's jaw clenched, his teeth buried in the roof of his mouth, and he stepped back with a low hiss, claws clutching as he endured the pain, unable to do much else. Nosdrah made no sound, his eyes squeezed shut as if in meditation, yet he suffered even worse, no protective armor adorning his body. Dense, dead tissue was burned away in thick streaks as the molten material slithered down the slender being like a hellish spiderweb. But the real heat had yet to kick up. Wings glowing like sheets of magma as they churned the boiling air, Quetzar gave triumphant wail, his whistling voice piercing the high heavens. The molten bath had completely shattered the cold's hold on him, and now he was revived, rejuvenated, and ready to show these two devils the true power of a guardian. Instead of frost, the hero's scales each shined with the heat of the planet's liquid core, the flier's infernal heart. Throwing his red-hot head forward, the feathered serpent loosed a deafening mental exclamation.

BURN!

From open jaws came a wall of golden flames, a broad sheet of pure sun essence that slammed into Nosdrah's back like a waterfall, the fiery flow warping around and clinging to his tall form. The celestial fire scorched away at the vampire, layer after layer of dead skin and flesh vaporized by the golden essence of the hero's heart. Thesher, although shielded from the flames themselves by being in Nosdrah's lee, was not spared from the heat. The searing warmth of the sun pounded him from either direction, trapping him in an oven of sorts. Where armor had only dripped and drizzled before, now it bubbled. Where flesh had only smoked and sizzled, now it caught flame. The shark's furious bellows rose above the crackling of the flames as the corrupted guardian was cooked alive, his flailing form coated in slag and char. Sound came from Nosdrah now, although none of it was in pain. The dark being was chanting a spell, lips uttering a dead language to summon lightning to his taloned fingertips.

Wheeling around, golden fire flying from his body, the Ruler of the Undead loosed a cutting cry of "Val Volt!"

A thunderbolt exploded from Nosdrah's extended hand, the electrical spear punching straight through one of Quetzar's wings. A ragged new hole in his worn membranes, the reptilian defender fell with a shriek, his celestial assault erased from existence with a snap of his jaws. As the Sun Warrior fell, he loosed a ball of fire with a quick belch and brought a wing slamming down on the flames. The flames were rocketed forward by the shock wave, swirling into a spinning mass of fire and wind. This elemental grenade detonated across Nosdrah's chest. As Quetzar hit the ground, scales grinding against volcanic soil, the vampire was blow off his feet by a bloom of fire, his breast red and scalded. With a surprised grunt, the Lord of the Night plunged backwards...

Towards the thrashing razor-point of Thresher's bill!

[The Great MM]

"Not uh." The shark's mind spoke to the falling Nosdrah, "You're going to see this."

He declared, lifting his right hand and twirling his index finger. The vampire's body spun so that he now faced the cybernetic nightmare opposed to the sun warrior. Thresher's snarling grin widened as he thrust his head up... and in one quick movement, his saw-sword was thrust into the demon's chest!

The chainsaw-like teeth whirled, ripping dead flesh as if it were tissue paper. Sprays of crimson ichor washed across Thresher's entire front side as he balanced Lord Nosdrah on his blade, allowing the Nosferatu's gore shower on him.

Starting to burst into laughter as his entire body was painted, Thresher then used his mind and flung the thing off, allowing Lord Nosdrah to land in a slump a distance away. No sooner than he did, however, another fiery assault washed over Thresher! The beast lifted his nanobot hands, but the inferno scorched his body, vaporizing the blood of Nosdrah that had showered him head to toe!

As the flames danced, Thresher's crimson eyes burned with fiery hate. His metal armor glowing red, warped air rising from his steaming body, Thresher spoke. These two bitches weren't just annoying him. They were pissing him off!

"You two flaming fagots want to play, then let's fucking play!"

Thresher's left and right hands lashed to the side, gripping both Quetzar and Lord Nosdrah with his telepathic hold. Despite their great weights, they were nothing for the fallen guardian to lift. He began to wave his hands back and forth, drawing the squirming victims closer to one another before...

WHAM!

Like two semi-trucks, the beasts collided in mid-air. Quetzar's screams of agony were louder than any thunder, but Lord Nosdrah remained eerily silent. Parting his hands, Thresher drew them apart by several hundred meters before repeating the process, slapping the giants against one another. Their limbs became entwined like rope. Parting his arms again, he pulled the broken bodies apart, allowing crimson waterfalls to flow into the boiling lava below.

Holding them steady, Thresher's ancient mind worked like a computer. He wasn't worried about winning this match. No. "Fuck the UCA." Is all he could think about. His mind was simply on causing as much pain to these worthless pieces of shit as inhumanly possible!

Lowering his right hand, he flipped the fist over and opened his palm. Keeping his burning eyes locked on his victims, Thresher's open palm suddenly closed! The hard, obsidian rock that composed part of the ground underneath the pair suddenly shattered as if a hammer had just been dropped from Heaven itself! Huge shards of twisted, jagged rock now pointed upward from the impact.

Lifting his other hand higher, his doomed victims did the same. Hovering at least seven-hundred meters over the field of twisted rock, the pair struggled, but it was futile.

"Good show, ole' chap." Lord Nosdrah cooed, actually impressed by Thresher's use of his telekinesis.

Thresher's eyes burned with rage, "Enjoy the sight now you worthless half-breed, for soon you will have no eyes."

His hand opened, releasing the trapped kaiju. Like rockets, both Quetzar and Lord Nosdrah dropped. Unable to catch flight, they plummeted like dead birds. Quetzar hit first, his roar so high pitched it would have shattered glass. Numerous, twisted rock spikes stabbed into his emerald scales! The dragon cried in agony, but could only muster a gurgle. One of the blade-like shards had cut a deep wound just underneath his lower jaw! His wings were flayed, sliced open in numerous areas.

Lord Nosdrah followed, landing head-first into one of the larger rock formations, cracking his skull. Smaller shards sliced into his flesh like demonic daggers, spilling his demonic fluid onto the heated rock. The vampire groaned, remaining on his side as spikes stabbed into his thighs and gut.

Thresher's crimson eyes surged again as he spoke. "Good. Bad. I'm the one with the attitude." He chuckled, modifying a stolen line from Army of Darkness.

Once again putting a telepathic hold on his victims, he began to grind their bodies into the shattered ground, digging rock shards and spikes deeper into their body...

[Blerhwave]

A cloud of cool darkness washes over Cyber-Thresher. The shade is not meant to cause harm, but instead, interrupt the shark's mental hold. The fear-inducing gas spreads doubt and distraction throughout Thresher's mind like a disease, breaking his mental hold soon after he initiated attack. The attack had remained active for maybe two seconds.

Nosdrah's body turns to purple vapor and washes over the stone formation, lifting and reforming the Undead. His body is cut open in several places and burns decorate his self. However, being undead, Lord Nosdrah has the luxury of being oblivious to the pain. He smiles, despite his injuries, and laughs. Quetzar is telekinetically lifted off of his stone as painlessly as the Alpha Vampire can manage. For Thresher, this is weakness; making an ally. For Quetzar, on the other hand, he knows that aid from Nosdrah comes at a price, and it is in no way for the purpose of making an ally...

"Come to me, Quetzar; come to me... Follow my voice, it is the only voice that will ever matter to any living being. You will submit to me; it is for the greater good- my good. With your nutrition, I'll pay back our rotten fish out of water for the both of us." Quetzar gently hovers towards The Umbra King. He stops just a hair away from touching Nosdrah. "One thing though...what was that you said? Your blood is too hot for me to handle? Hero, you have no idea of what I can handle." Nosdrah's elongated tongue licks his gleaming sharp fangs which have bulged out of the gums in a bid to extend them, while the Sun Warrior's head leans to the side to expose his throat. The mighty Nosdrah sinks his teeth into Quetzar's throat, sending painful stimuli of the sharp variety branching out from the bite marks, all while hiding him and his meal from sight with his cape. Quetzar cannot see in the vast darkness under the cape, only the glow of eyes stare back. Nosdrah drinks, as steam escapes from his orifice. Quetzar's eyes clench as he feels his blood leave his body and travel down the vampire's gullet.

Now fed, Nosdrah releases his vice and hovers back after flipping open his cape and bringing himself and the green serpent back to the dimension at hand. His teeth are stained by searing magma-like juice, and his gums, tongue, and mouth's roof blister from the heat. A shadow claw materializes and wipes Nosdrah's lips for him. "Mmm, delicious! I enjoyed the kick your spice gave it. Thank you for that;" as if Quetzar had a choice. The telekinetic hold is lifted, and Quetzar's wings beat to keep him aerial. Now, time to turn his attention on the aluminum-decked sardine.

"Worthless sardine, meet one of my underlings, right at your level. The level of an ant compared to me. Its name is "Revenant," and it is one of many."

On cue, a revenant crawls out of the ground and unfazed by the heat. A second follows behind. "Mmm... He brought a friend..." Nosdrah is high off of his own words. The two revenants rush with speed to meet with Cyber-Thresher. They stop on either side and grab hold of Thresher's arms. Their touch plants disease in Cyber-Thresher's arm; in his skin. Their trademark ability initiates; their rotting cadavers emit disease-ridden gas that enters through the anti-hero's mouth and travels down into the body. A nauseous and light-headed feeling overwhelms the mighty destroyer, and his lungs burn with infection as he coughs profusely and "sweats like a pig", even coughing up blood. Where the two undead specimens hold, burns with acute irritation (and swelling of a dark tint).

"Well done, my underlings. You've pleased your Master. Now sink back into darkness. My call will reach you if need be. The revenants look back at Nosdrah with empty eye sockets before releasing Cyber-Thresher and fading through the ground, returning to the umbra. Thresher falls to his knees, plagued by disease. Quetzar swoops in to try and saw the Nosferatu's body, but Nosdrah senses the oncoming attack and uses an ability granted to him by one of his undead servants- the Ghosts to be precise. Nosdrah's body becomes clear and the sun serpent passes right through him. The Gentleman of the Night (with cape still draped over his body burned in some places) opens his maw ridiculously wide (lower jaw dropping a dramatic measurement) to execute another undead ability- the scream of a Banshee. The supernaturally high-pitched volume floods both opposing kaiju's ears and senses and minds. In a short time, their ears begin to bleed, Quetzar's blood releasing steam from its temperature (but not harming the hero). Thresher suffers the most from the attack, because of his weakened state. For both, a migraine mobilizes. The torturous sound (music to Nosdrah's ears and senses) makes the pair of heros nauseous, which for Cyber-Thresher, arouses more blood-mixed vomit to rocket out of his mouth.

After seconds of letting the attack hang, Nosdrah shuts his trap. Following the end of his third attack, Nosdrah prompts the creation of 30 meter long barbed nails out of thin air (shadow weapons). The tools hang above both opposing kaijus' shapes. With the two distracted, with a snap of two clawed fingers, the villain sends the pair of groups consisting of countless nails penetrating through the air to then penetrate the bodies of his enemies/victims with the cold tools of the consuming element of the shade...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Apr 29, 2012 14:18:10 GMT -5 Blerhwave said:

Cyber-Quetzar

Cyber-Thresher! Quetzar! DNA digivolve into... CYBER-QUETZAR!

...

The thorny spikes of shadows drop like stakes cracked! hard by a great hammer, plunging down with a ghostly whistling ringing from the hooked barbs. With his serpentine length and agility, it was a simple matter for Quetzar to position his coils just around the umbra nails, the inky weapons piercing the shattered stone all around him, but not grazing a single scale. What was not so easy, however, was predicting inference from a certain psionic shark.

"Catch, hero,"came the taunting snicker from Thresher, the last word spat like something particularly sour.

With a flex of his dark mind after battling Nosdrah for control of the telekinesis, Cyber-Thresher redirected the shadow nails meant for him at the Sun Warrior, a mental push increasing the rate of their powered plummet. Only saved from being completely skewered by a keen battle instinct honed over eons of serving as a guardian, the winged serpent jerked his looping body over, several nails biting deep into his side, but only spilling blood, not organ and innards. Scales shattered and flesh shredded, Quetzar could only moan as his molten blood flowed freely. The deathly cold of the shadow weapons was quickly spreading through his veins, like the touch of Dearth itself. As if sensing his powers at work, Nosdrah strode straight past Thresher and towards Quetzar, his talons raised and his lips parted in chanting. Seeing this and realizing another destructive spell was coming, Quetzar acted swiftly, his body limited, but his mind free. With an angry shrill, the serpent's plumed tail whipped up and hooked Nosdrah's wrist in its loops. Spinning the surprised vampire with a snap of his length, the Sun Warrior angled the clawed hand- now holding a charging fireball- towards...

Thresher's open maw, the shark rising with a quip resting on his tongue!

The Hellion spell launched, and crimson demon flames spilled from the shark's jaws, smart remark ripped apart along with the interior of his mouth. Cyber-Thresher fell right back down with a muffled howl, his furious animal bellows and very human curses blocked by a arcing spray of char and blood. Quetzar wailed with satisfaction as Nosdrah hmphed quietly, the thin being clearly impressed, or at least something like impressed. The reptilian hero's heart flared, and flames surged out from beneath every one of his emerald scales. The effect was a swift as it was alarming- Quetzar's bloody length exploded into celestial fire. The inky spikes buried in the defender's form evaporated, as did the cold they spread like a plague. Rearing from the ground with a swing of his wings, Quetzar lunged towards Nosdrah, using the tail firmly wrapped around the undeadsman's arm to reel himself in. Tail unraveling and slender snout tucking down, the striking serpent launched into a rapid spin, his coils a saw, his spines the saw teeth. Quetzar- in the form of a flaming hoop- smashed into Nosdrah, looped length boring into his chest and midsection. The ruby spines slashed away at flesh, and the flames seared the open wounds. Slash, sear, slash, sear, slash, sear, slash, sear, slash, sear, slash, sear! Soon, the vampire was unzipped throat to groin, a molten mix of blood and burnt tissue spilling from the great wound, the precious stolen essence escaping at a sickened pace. Nosdrah stumbled back with silent sneer, crimson splattering his front in a thick vertical streak, and Quetzar broke his rapid rotation and shot upwards, a living arrow of fire and scales. Wings and snout angled back, the Sun Warrior spun through the ash-darkened skies, diving back down at a rising Cyber-Thresher. The cyborg had a snarl on his lips and death in his eyes. A gush of flames escaped Quetzar with a fierce wail. Thresher raised a hand, forming a barrier of the mind between him and the flying giant. The golden flames washed over the invisible shield like water, spilling off its dome shape and 'splashing' the ground. Although the jagged rock around him was reduced to slag, the shark was unharmed.

"Heh. Missed me."

Screeching a shrill response, Quetzar swooped down, ragged membranes flaring, and clapped his wings together hard, only about fifty meters from the liquid rock below. A great shock wave assaulted the molten soil, the force sending much of it into the air. The glowing streaks of lava hardened and warped in midair, forming twisted spears and spikes of obsidian. As the upwards hail of volcanic stakes cut a path straight towards him, Thresher's eyes widened.

The shark's curled lips began forming a curse. "Fuc-"

The barrage of makeshift missiles pelted Thresher like the fire of an Aztec army!

Klenthurian metal barked and squeaked in protest as its protection was shredded, dozens of jagged spears punching through the alien armor and into vulnerable flesh. Dark essence spurted out from around the obsidian lances, the blood staining the ashy soil below black. Once of the volcanic spears tore across the shark's jawline, peeling skin from flesh with its razor-edge. A great flap of skin flopped behind it, from Thresher's chin to his cheek. Another found its way into the dark one's jugular, the shard of volcanic glass driven deep into Thresher's throat. A roar stopped dead, replaced by a bubbling hiss of hatred. His body pierced, split, and stabbed in almost two dozen different spots, Cyber-Thresher stepped back clumsily. The fallen guardian staggered with an array of makeshift spears jutting from his armored form, blood drizzling down his body like mountain streams.

Chirping with flickering eyes, Quetzar lunged, wings slung forward, head ducked down, sending his body into a broad spiral, his plumed tail coming down towards Thresher's helmeted skull...

[Blerhwave]

^ just noticed- CD93'll tell ya that you can't move umbra with telekinesis. i went ahead and fixed the post to the same [counter]attack but with a method more plausible (you can tell, too; i struckthrough the incorrect part)

[The Great MM]

May 4, 2012 18:22:41 GMT -5 Blerhwave said:

^ just noticed- CD93'll tell ya that you can't move umbra with telekinesis. i went ahead and fixed the post to the same [counter]attack but with a method more plausible (you can tell, too; i struckthrough the incorrect part)

Okay, that's it. This is going to sound very douche-ish, but believe me, it's only because I'm having a horrible fucking night.

Wront post. Wrong night. Wrong time.

100%. Complete. Fucking. Bull. Shit.

NOTHING in his bio states his shadows can't be controlled by other psychic monsters while Thresher's bio boldly states he can use his telekinesis to control and bend opponent's energy attacks.

[Blerhwave]

Mkay, we have a verdict from someone who KNOWS this stuff.

"CD93 12:22 pm
look
I thought about it
telekinesis COULD
BUT
telekinesis allow to impose your will on objects
but the shadows are already controlled by Nosdrah, who has a really strong influence on them
so, it's like
they fight for the control
CD93 12:24 pm
but Nos is advantaged because he's one with darkness"

coming from someone knowladgeable about the subject

so yes, IR was right. like i said, I just wanted to be sure and clear it with someone who knows this stuff from past RPG's, fiction he's written, etc.

i went ahead and deleted the clutter in the thread that went to the 2nd page.

[The Great MM]

By the time the heroic dragon began to fall, Thresher had collapsed to a weakened knee. The cybernetic beast snarled. He despised both of these worthless crietons. One was too naïve to realize his way of protecting the weak did more damage than good. By protecting the weak, they were free to hold back those worthy of existence, those that didn’t need protecting. Much like himself.

The other was just a tool. A gigantic, Twilight-reject tool. He had seen many of these boastful things. “Oh, I’m so powerful” and “Oh, I’m so dark”. They were morons, simple as that. Creatures that exist merely to cause destruction served to purpose in life. Death would continue without them, be it they want to believe it or not. Devils like Darklore had found this fact out. There is no such thing as immortality. Everything dies. Heroes, villains, devils, and gods.

These thoughts raced through Thresher’s primal, powerful mind. His remembrance of once belonging to the guardians enraged him. He allowed the worthless demons to defeat many that deserved to live, all because Argus said to. These two things he faced now would now feel the unparallel wrath of the anti-thesis, the only one that has shown both gods and devils, and all of their arrogant, boastful egos, that they could be victimized also… and their mindless followers, such as these two pathetic entities, were no different.


Quetzar’s tail banged against Thresher’s protected skull like a drum. The shark’s mind was cleared of thought as the Klenthurian metal dented. Thresher’s head was pushed down as the tail began to lift… but so did Thresher’s right arm. The sun warrior’s head lifted up, but the jaws were pointed directly up as the barrel of Thresher’s newly formed cannon pushed against the underside of his jaws. The shark’s crimson eyes surged with hatred as he spoke directly into the mind of the hero.

“Back off, bitch.”

With that, the cannon fired pointblank!

Quetzar’s entire skull was engulfed in a blistering fireball and his body pushed upward, green scales being blasted from his head from the force. With a trail of smoke following, the guardian hit the rocky ground like a fish hitting a boat’s deck. Wings flailing and tail slapping, the reptile groaned, the blast having ripped entire chunks of flesh from his head. Thresher’s neck cracked and his eyes burned with rage as he stood up, squirts of crimson spewing forth from some open wounds.

The cyborg stood on wobbly legs as his finned tail shattered glass-like obsidian with a sweep. He turned, saw revving as he spotted Lord Nosdrah a short distance away. The twisted vampire was staggering to his feet when his cruel eyes locked on Thresher. The shark merely watched him.

“Get up.” The shark stated boldly, his tail bitch slapping the ground again.

The vampire growled, flexing his wings. “You really are a gup-“

Thresher’s left hand lifted up. Suddenly, the mighty vampire’s jaws clamped shut. “Shut up, bitch!”

Thresher’s hand squeezed tighter, keeping the demon’s maw clamped. The arms of the twisted nightmare lifted up in defiance, but a quick wave of Thresher’s other hand folded them across his chest. The shark sneered, his eyes burning again. His telepathic, wicked voice now aimed at the vampire. “You act like you’re so tough.” The beast laughed as he watched the fiend struggle against his mind, “Like you’re so special. But I bet you never even been to Hell. Let us see if you can survive it.”

Lifting up his left hand, Thresher’s mind ripped open the rocky ground around the trapped vampire. Geysers of molten lava sprayed forth into the air, but it didn’t fall. Instead, the lava formed walls. Walls of bubbling pain! The huge walls of molten rock loomed over the vampire like buildings, threatening to fall on him. The walls of glowing magma formed a box around him. But Thresher didn’t want to shower him. Oh no. Not yet.

“Feel the heat, prick.” Thresher laughed as the temperature inside the box of lava increased. The oxygen inside was superheated to the point it burned the vampire’s nostrils, throat, and lungs with every breath. His flesh began to boil, forming disgusting blisters and sores. The fluid that fell wasn’t given enough time to hit the ground, it merely evaporated. The vampire’s dark flesh began to peel away as all liquid in his body was evaporated.

The twisted, cybernetic shark was baking him alive, using the lava as an oven!

The hair on the vampire’s head and neck exploded into a blaze that raced down his back. Great clouds of mist began to rise from above the lava as his precious blood began to boil and evaporate inside his body! The nightmare tried to scream, but Thresher still had complete control of his body! As his body temperature increased and blood dried up in his veins, his twisted body began to writher. Like dried leaves in the summer sun, his flesh began to flake and fall apart. It fell from his limbs like ash before bursting into flames.

Thresher’s telepathic hold over his body suddenly ended. The vampire fell forward. His hands touched the nearest wall of magma. So thin and frail now, the flesh turned to fire and spread into his shoulders like a Mexican brushfire! With a sadistic chuckle, Thresher’s hands parted to the side. The walls of lava crashed like waves, some of the boiling liquid touching Nosdrah’s tail and legs, burning the dried flesh.

The shark chuckled, watching the foul thing squirm and whine. He wasn’t done yet. Oh no. The vicious, fallen guardian had much more in mind for this guy. Quetzar was his rival, he deal with him later. This thing… this thing had no reason for its existence. Thus, something without a reason… should be annihilated.

Thresher’s right hand lifted up, palm open. The dry, flaky body of the vampire lifted in the air as a massive slab of obsidian rock, still decorated with puddles of lava, followed. The slab, at least two-hundred meters wide and tall, was big enough for Nosdrah to be planted against. He was crucified to the floating rock with invisible nails. Thresher looked on from below, sneering as he watching his victim foolishly squirm.

“So, tell me vampire…” He began to speak again, “Humans say your kind is afraid of crucifixes. What if one of your kind gets crucified, what then?”

He watched as the dark one’s limbs tried to break free, but he was stuck to the slab of rock like metal on a magnet.

“I don’t honestly know what to do with you now.” He declared with a wicked grin, “I could dunk you in magma and let you drown. I could throw you into space… or I could continue with my fun, little man.”

Thresher’s saw revved again, “There’s an idea.” He cooed.

His hands suddenly dropped, and with them, the huge rock did also! Still pinned to it, the so-called lord of darkness descended with thousands of tons of volcanic obsidian on top of him! They fell for at least six-hundred meters before hitting. The vampire’s entire body was pinned against the slab of black rock! The ground shook, making more glowing rivers of lava to begin to flow. Thresher turned his back on the entombed Nosdrah and looked back at Quetzar. “Now for you…”

Thresher’s right hand lifted again, forming his infamous cannon. The weapon burned with fury as purple and green light flashed within it. Then… it fired!

[Blerhwave]

DAMN, i was gonna crucify YOU MM/Thresher. so much for THAT.. xD



The cannon impacts Quetzar in the chest, but to make the most out of the situation, the sun serpent harnesses what little heat, whatever heat he can from the energy. The two prepare to go another round, head-to-head, figuring Nosdrah for disposed of, but the Undeadsman is full of surprises.

The ground quakes as the atmosphere thickens. At first guess, it is the ash accumulating, but Quetzar detects the evil in the atmosphere and evil at hand doing this. He ignores Thresher to study the obsidian grave site; Thresher, although pissed off to be ignored like this, follows suit and stares at the glass-like shining obsidian. Which, it could be worth mentioning, all form red eyes on all sides of the obsidian stones, looking like a single eye staring into a broken mirror.

"Thhhrrresherrr..." coos the unseen vampire; in fact, his voice is the only proof that he is still existent on this plain of battle. His collective, calm wit is being pushed to the limits by the arrogant tuna (that's all Thresher is to Nosdrah, tuna that has escaped its can and used it to form protective armor), but his words remain gentlemanly, just with some added seriousness than his previous words have taken. From under the obsidian, black puddles roam from the black rock and form together to create a tall crucifix, one with Nosdrah's trademark red eyes, big mouths with long tongues and razor fangs, sickly limbs (arms, hands, legs, tentacles all dripping with blood as if injured); a "Nosdrah-edition crucifix."

"Come on Thresher, not with this old wives tale! Crosses?" the Royalty to Undead pauses from his seductively uttered words from under the stones. "Does this look like crucifixes scare me?" In fact, it doesn't look like it scares the vampire. After all, he (or his body extended) just became a crucifix, even one warped and reflecting Nosdrah's mind and imagination. "What do you know of Hell, little sardine? You have no right to talk about it; Hell is MY world. Hell is not fire, Hell is not about heat...it is about darkness, pain, and suffering, the very things that make up my superior being. Tsk, tsk, you refuse to learn, also, you miserable entity no worthier than my most basic zombies. Lowly, you are, and yet, I am considerate enough to let you, fight me! To let you feel the burn of my attacks, the sting of my bite, and I allow you the privilege of feeding me with your blood. Once and for all Thresher, let me show you just how much you affect me; your presence, retort, and attacks."

It shocks the two hero's-at least, one a pure hero, the other partially one-when the rocks form Nosdrah's feet, ankles, all up the legs, and the obsidian rolls up the length to form the rest of the tricky vampire. The golem transforms into [undead] flesh, and from Thresher's open wounds, blood wisps into Nosdrah through open wounds. The vampire's eerie laughter (note: his laugh) sends chills down the two kaiju's very spines; not because they aren't brave, because hell, these are two of the toughest kaiju in the universe, and in the UCA. The fear is uncontrollable and an unavoidable affect of Nosdrah's dark self.

Lord Nosdrah appears before Thresher in just the blink of an eye with glowing red eyes hypnotizing the creature. Thresher cannot move, cannot budge in the least, but keeps a foul snarl to exert his might. "Good Thresher, your emotion...I feed off of it like your blood. More- MORE! Give me more- give me more! It tastes great so sweet...and makes what I'm about to do feel even so sweeter!" (note to CD when he reads this- i'm basing this dialogue off of Alucard's after he lops off Luke Valentine's legs and beckons him to get up and taunts him, to reform if he's a true vampire, that spuradic speech he gives xD and for those who don't know Hellsing, which Nosdrah is heavily influenced by and based off of, here's a link to what I'm talking about to better indulge in my kaiju's emotion- starts 2 min into the vid sorry that it is in Japanese, only vid I could find -.- sigh) Cyber-Thresher's saw blades whirr to life beyond Thresher's control- Nosdrah has become the controller. Grabbing Thresher by the sides of his head with fingertips as cold as the Grim Reaper's, The King of the Shadows pulls the weapon forward while thrusting his head towards it at the same time. There is a violent explosion of blood, skull fragments, brain matter- just utter gore- and Nosdrah laughs through the whole action. Thresher saws the vampire's head in half under Nosdrah's will- he desired for that to happen. Thresher gets movement back and backs away from the Alpha Nosferatu, head split wide open, laughing away. The act of violence appeals to his unclean passion, and arouses him even. The King of the Undead presses his head back together, and the skull seals up, but the sawed-open flesh still remains separated. For Nosdrah, it is a curse that he cannot even feel the pain radiating from the horrific attack.

C. Thresher roars defensively. Never before has he encountered something so insane, so twisted, that he cuts open his own skull- or rather has Thresher do it for him, and enjoy it! C. Thresher's seen some shit...but damn mutha fucka! Shit be WACK. Anyways... From the icy cold apparatus Nosdrah's presence creates around his body, several sharp scythes made of ice as icy cold as death itself. "You've been taking a lot of heat, tuna... Let's see how my cold reacts with it, shall we!" As he speaks, Nosdrah's eyes are wide and psychotic. The scythes start rotating in the air, then launch forward and embed through Thresher's armor at different points, chilling his very bones where the edges scrape against. The incredibly heated armor wastes no time in warping, cracking, even shattering off at small intervals. Thresher groans at the distress, but keeps it in. Despite keeping it hidden, Nosdrah smells it, tastes it! He is feeding on it...

Quetzar stares with gloom in his eyes. As much as this situation is perfect for him, villain and twisted hero killing each other, Nosdrah is the more evil of the pair. Should he survive, the UCA will not stand a chance, then Earth! The Sun Serpent cannot let this happen... And after all, Thresher is a hero, albeit misguided, so picking the lesser of two evils, Quetzar summons a righteous flame like no others. As Nosdrah banters with Thresher, seemingly oblivious to the green scaled dragon, Quetzar lets loose with a huge batch of celestial fire and flames. Satisfaction comes when Nosdrah's body is completely engulfed- there will be no getting away from this; but satisfaction dies as soon as it had birthed when it is Thresher's screams bellowing from the fire, and not Nosdrah... From behind Quetzar, Nosdrah laughs like he is euphoric (which he is, off of the violence and the heat of battle (no pun intended)). Quetzar stops the flames, which sure enough, reveal a badly wounded Thresher. But how! I SAW the devil, I blasted him! I watched it; I'm sure of it! Reading Quetzar's mind, Nosdrah responds with the explanation as to what had just happened.

"Quetzar, I gave the illusion it was me, when really, it was your partial partner's carcass getting burnt to slag. You've done evil a great service." He emphasizes the last sentence because he knows that will push Quetzar's buttons, that he just inadvertently aided the devil. Thresher rises to his feet, despite cracking Klenthurian armor, his own flesh flaking off from grainy black patches, and his maw coughing out blood both charred and dry, and fresh liquid. The carbon dioxide in the air is doing a number on poor Thresher's lungs and body. Quetzar sorrowfully curses the vampire for making him an ally with the dark deception. But surprisingly, despite all of that "Holy heat," the ice scythes did not melt...

With a snap of his clawed fingers, Nosdrah summons two undead corpses out of the ground, when they next grab Thresher by his arms. The scythes evaporate inside Thresher's stab points and return solid around his muscles and bone. The sting of the cold makes Thresher clench eyes as the lowly zombies march him to the top of the volcano, ignoring the magma pools they drag their feet through. Whatever skin is left on the feet, is burned away.

"Let's cook you up, see what comes out of it Thresher."

The undead underlings heave Thresher into the molten vat of bubbling chaos and watch as he sinks. Nosdrah extends his right arm- and literally does it extend! Hundreds upon hundreds of meters to stop right above the volcano's open tip. A cyclone of devil fire spikes the lava, causing it to bubble and burn that much more. The extreme heat mixing with the cold in his joints causes unbelievable agony, muscle tenderness, the works. King of the Undead just snickers in delight at the act of violence. "Mmm, I love my fish well done... Good, minions; now return to the depths, you weaklings!" Nosdrah barks the orders to his servants with the utmost authority. They do as they're told, and dig their way back into the ground through the side of the volcano. With only Quetzar to deal with right now while Thresher literally cooks, Nosdrah retracts his right arm and extends the opposite in the same manner, wrapping clammy hands around Quetzar's throat. By means of a wraith's touch, Nosdrah starts sucking the very soul out of Quetzar...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

As the taloned hand squeezed, the devilish influence of Nosdrah's wickedness seeps into the hero, trying to draw out Quetzar's very soul. To the flier, it felt as if all the joy, courage, and warmth in his body is being drained out, slowly swirling down a drain, a plug pulled from his being. Nosdrah chuckled. He could feel the very essence of his victim flowing into him, simply another meal for his dark being. But the undead giant underestimated the strength of the serpent's heart. Flickering eyes narrowed and a fiery core exploded. The ice of Nosdrah's grip was suddenly warred upon my intense heat. The Sun Warriors had sent a surge of celestial might through his body, the golden blaze casting out the vampiric power within him and lighting up his emerald body with infernal heat. As flames and spark flew from Quetzar's glowing scales, Nosdrah swiftly retracted his clawed hand, the slender limb disappearing back into the folds of of his cloak-like wings. The vampire lord's lips stretched thoughtfully. The chill of death in his fingers had protected his flesh from the heat, but even absolutely zero couldn't protect him from the full fury of the Sun Warrior when the serpent truly struck.

"There could be more to you than I thought, my dear hero." Nosdrah began slowly. He decided to try pressing the serpent's buttons again. "Well, that's best for me, I suppose, seeing that you did help me cook Thresher and all. I enjoy seeing the sardine fry. Perhaps I'll call upon your services again when I get the urge to roast some-"

The vampire's taunting words were cut off as the molten spiral of Quetzar's coils descended upon him, looping around his tall form like a divine lasso.

Shoving his slender snout into Nosdrah's face, Quetzar gave a fierce snort of fire. So he had blasted Thresher. So what? The shark was just as bad as the vampire as far as the serpent was concerned. Both would face their pyres today, and the order didn't matter to him. Rearing his crested head back, Quetzar stared Nosdrah dead in the eyes...

And gave the tiniest of smirks.

The Lord of the Night quirked a brow. "Oh."

With a sweep of his wings, the Sun Warrior became a golden vortex of searing scales and spines!

Quetzar's body sliced across Nosdrah's at a rapid pace, the serpent's tight circling bringing his hot scales and sturdy spines cutting across the gentleman specter a few time per second, the hero barely visible to the human eye. His entire body like a lash covered in heated blades, the serpent shredded the King of the Undead, shaving off great flap of skin and flesh, literally peeling the revived evil alive (or dead, I guess). Sheets of deceased tissue and waves of stolen blood fell from Nosdrah, and the vulnerable flesh beneath was exposed to Quetzar's flames, uncovered and unprotected. The Lord of Shadows was the one roasting now, just short of being pulled from the oven and served for Thanksgiving by stuffing and seasoning. The air closest to the solar serpent actually setting fire, a tower of fire now encased Nosdrah, Quetzar the golden rings that looped it. Carved and cooked , Nosdrah crossed his arms, shadows wrapping around them. Snapping his lanky arms out, the vampire sent out a shock wave of darkness, the inky blast tearing the column of fire apart. Quetzar was thrown out of his spin, nearly crashing into the volcanic rock below, but pulling up at the last second. Making a broad loop, the Sun Warrior spun upright and hovered before Nosdrah, ready for the vampire's next move. The undead lord was aflame, his slender shape licked by flames, but ignored them, instead staring at Quetzar intently as he summoned a cloud of darkness to smother the flames. The great, scorched scars left behind couldn't be wiped away so easily though.

The Lord of Shadows was silent for a moment, but then spoke, his voice deathly soft. "You are out of your league, little grass snake. You are no match for me, and not even a match for that pitiful can of sardines. I am evil. I am the one and only Devil. I am Hell. And your finned friend is at least a killer of gods and demons. You are nothing. A worm with wings." The vampire's eyes glowed with life blood. "You will die here. Yet," Nosdrah continued, voice growing louder and more casual. "You persist. You keep fighting. It is either bravery or foolishness. And, Quetzar, I do not believe you are a fool."

"I beg to differ."

There was a flash of silver from the crater of the volcano, and a saw toothed whip was wrapped around Quetzar's coils. The serpent flexed in alarm, but before action could be taken to remove the saw-whip, it was yanked back. The saw teeth grounded against emerald scales, throwing up sparks. Quetzar wailed in pain as the saw-whip cut into him, its teeth slipping between scales and then wrenching them up, the flesh beneath mulched as well. Rising from the volcanic pit with a dark laugh, Cyber-Thresher rode the power of his own mind upwards, ascending into the black skies. Lightning flash from behind the cybernetic shark, the electrical javelin leaping between two ashen clouds.

"Miss me?"

Nosdrah turned calmly to face the Klenthurian killer, a mildly amused look on his face. Before the vampire could respond though, the Sun Warrior made his move. In an emerald flash, the feathered serpent shot forward and wrapped his coils around Nosdrah, his length looped around the waist of the King of the Night. Thresher- still attached to the serpent by means of his own thorny whips- was dragged along with a surprised holler. Eyes closing and mouth curling into a grimace, Quetzar hardened himself, cracked open his hooked jaws, and sunk his fangs into Nosdrah's gut. Trying to ignore the foul taste of dead flesh, the winged guardian sawed into the vampire with his jutting fangs, parting the wicked being's stomach. Soon, the Sun Warrior had his snout buried in borrowed blood and undead tissue, his muzzle shoved in Nosdrah's midsection.

Nosdrah curled his lips and hissed at first, understandably unhappy, but the anger soon faded. The undeadsaman grinned slightly now, and raised a hooked claw to cast a spell. The vampire froze though, a rare look of surprise flickering across his face. The blooksucker's maw parted, and a colored breath of crimson escaped them. Thresher narrowed his eyes. Was that evaporated blood? Although the shark couldn't be sure of that, there was definitely smoke billowing from the Twilight-spawn's mouth and nostrils now. Thesher's lips curled in confusion.

"What the fuck?"'

Nosdrah's jaws parted, and a geyser of napalm gushed from them! The blast of liquid fire- originating from Quetzar's gullet, travelling up Nosdrah's throat, and exiting the vampire's mouth- hit Thresher hard, the molten material splattering all across his levitating form. The cyborg howled in rage, his flesh and armor already smouldering.

"Shit!"

Withdrawing his blood snout and uncoiling from around Nosdrah, Quetzar took to the heavens, his ragged membranes beating the sky. Thresher's alien plating glowed and bubbled again, and Nosdrah had fallen to a knee, napalm and charred flesh leaking from the corners of his maw. Spitting the last did of dead flesh from his mouth, the Sun Warrior threw his head down and spewed a great plume of golden fire at both foes...