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Post by The Great MM on May 11, 2012 20:42:20 GMT -5
Quetzar’s flames fell like rain. It washed over the twisted pair like a waterfall, but Nosdrah faired much worse than Thresher. At this point, hitting the shark with some puny fire was like shooting a fish with a squirt gun. His armor was already burning hot and parts of his Klenthurian steel melting. The demonic vampire, however, screeched in pain as his dried flesh went up in flames. Thresher stumbled away from the blaze, his entire body covered in a thick sheet of hell.
Throwing his arms to the side with a brilliant flash from his eyes, the flames covering him head-to-toe suddenly extinguished. The shark snarled, looking up at Quetzar. The emerald serpent snickered, “Still like your dramatics, even after all that.”
Thresher shrugged, lifting his left hand. “Yep.”
A familiar force gripped Quetzar. He tried flapping his majestic wings, but Thresher’s mind was still unfaultable. Looking over his shoulder, Thresher couldn’t hold back a chuckle. The vampire’s need for blood was really working against him now. The intense heat of this area, combined with his blood loss and previous cooking, had evaporated almost all blood in his body and stomach.
Turning his entire body, Thresher dragged Quetzar with his turn so the serpent now hovered over the dried out vampire. “You two make such a cute couple.” He hissed, throwing his clenched fist down.
Like a rocket, Quetzar instantly began to fall at terminal velocity! The reptile smashed head-first into the skull of Nosdrah, making the unstable rock shatter and shoot upward, along with a fountain of glowing lava. As the vampire’s legs gave way, his dark flesh tore. What shot out wasn’t crimson fluid, but dust! The dried up remains of blood that had been baked to the point it evaporated. His legs, mid-section, back, chest, and neck sprayed this red dust in every direction.
From Quetzar, the sun warrior’s head split like an egg, rattling his brain and giving him a headache and blurred vision that would last for hours! Lifting the dragon with his telekinesis and moving him away from the fallen vampire so he couldn’t get a taste of the guardian’s fluids, Thresher once again spoke. “Listen, hero. Leave this bitch to me. I’ll deal with you later.”
Thresher took a step forward, his clawed feet splashing in puddles of magma. The shark snarled as he watched the vampire stir weakly. He crawled to a knee, cape-like membrane drifting across his back. “You arrogant, insignificant…”
“Sardine.” Thresher interrupted, “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’m a sardine and you’re the big bad, pure manifestation of hell.” He declared, rolling his eyes.
Nosdrah’s calm demeanor was growing much more brash. “I… am going to drain you dry.”
Thresher looked away, “Well, I’ll give you that. You’re the first male to tell me that, in human or this form…”
Nosdrah began to climb to his knees, dust falling from his knees like sand. Thresher’s hands fell to his side, extending into whips. The long whips began to strike the magma and rock, razor-like teeth starting to run down them. The whips then lashed out like vipers, wrapping around Nosdrah. The demon’s arms were pinned against his side as he remained in a kneeling position.
“You think you’re the darkest thing in the world, Nosdrah?” The teeth of the saw-whips began to dig into his dry, flaky skin. “You think you’re the most vile thing in all existence? That your little superiority complex scares me.”
The saws began to rev completely, the teeth moving at blurring speeds across Nosdrah’s back, stomach, arms, and chest! The damn vampire screamed as clouds of red dust began to shoot upward. His dark flesh was torn apart like tissue paper, but not a single drop of blood fell. Instead it fell like clumps of sand, piling on the volcanic rock.
“By the time I’m through with you vampire, you’re going to beg me to let you die. But I won’t let you, not like Mr. Hero over there. I’ll feed you with my own blood if I have to, but your pain and suffering will last as long as your immortality does.”
Suddenly, the two long whips shot away from Lord Nosdrah and returned to Thresher’s arms, sinking into clawed fingers. The vampire gagged, coughing up chunks of crimson dust as piles big enough to bury an eighteen wheeler sat before him. “Let your torture begin.”
Thresher’s right hand lifted up, palm open. A tremendous, invisible force suddenly clamped the vampire from all angles. The thing’s eyes opened wide as crimson dust spilled. Limbs cracked and tore, spraying more red dust. His arms tried to fight back, but the fingers snapped back, nearly breaking as Thresher compacted him with his mind! The demon leaned forward, the weight threatening to break his neck and spine.
Nosdrah fell forward, unable to catch himself as his arms had one again pinned to his sides. His face fell into a pool of liquid rock, catching the rest of his skull aflame as the great force made his joints pop!
Smirking, Thresher suddenly relinquished his grasp. He watched Nosdrah, crossing his arms and slapping the ground with his finned tail. The shark looked back at Quetzar again, watching as the serpent stirred. “You see, guardian. Evil like this pathetic piece of shit can only be beaten by evil.”
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Post by Inferno Rodan on May 11, 2012 23:40:52 GMT -5
Two more posts each.
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Post by Blerhwave on May 13, 2012 11:48:44 GMT -5
The vampire lies flat against the ground with a face buried in bubbling molt thanks to Thresher. Thresher kicks the Undeadsman in the side. "What, nothing to say now? Did I just put the great Nosdrah to rest? Should've stayed in whatever Hell you come from, asshole; I could've told you that a thousand of those is better than fighting me." Clapping his nanobot hands together with iron clangs, Thresher stomps over to aerial Quetzar while humming. "Now, where were w-" A swarm of bats swoop in angrily and fly in waves against the two kaiju, not harming them as they pass. The two kaiju barely have time to register what is happening (because it is happening so suddenly), but the bats swoop around to converge into a hurricane. Blood from Quetzar and C. Thresher flows outside of lacerations and wounds, out of the steaming rocks of the battlefield where various monsters have done battle and shed thousands of gallons of the liquid, that sweet nectar for Nosdrah while more bats appear, their squeaking and chirping increasing relative to their numbers. Thresher and Quetzar's veins contract. They look down and watch, unable to do anything about it, as their blood is drawn. The multitude of streams travel separately, but converge on (or in, would be a more appropriate word) the same location- inside the hurricane of familiar animals that have just appeared. The moon appears in the sky and pushes through the heavy layer of smog attempting to hide it. A thin arm reaches out of the hurricane; pushing through the active bats rips some to shreds, and the tattered pieces fall to the ground before getting assimilated back into the mix. The clawed hand tightens and flexes; as if linked, when the hand flexes open, so does the moon, but no longer does it glow pale, it goes black according to Nosdrah's will. The illusion of a red pupil is created on the dark surface. The bats break away from formation to fly their separate ways, split into more bats, and repeat the hurricane. Nosdrah's laugh (<-- click that and listen) once again occupies the battlefield, drowning the erupting volcano out. Then, he appears. Nosdrah emerges with his arms crossed in front, his cape wings draped over his shoulders. Thresher and Quetzar observe the blood-sucking nightmare's new appearance. He's decked in dull silver armor, aged from battle, a helmet to which his mane is flowing to the skies and outlined by maroon energy, wrist gauntlets (only the right one having spikes), twisted creatures trying to leave the cape but caught between dimensions and finally (and a most disturbing image), skulls are decoratively placed at his shoulders, belt center, and a bag made of some kind of netting holds more skulls (of different species). This would be a "good luck charm" so to speak, for Nosdrah in battle when his powers are released. With the UCA's limitor, it won't last long, though... But Nosdrah will make full use of it in the meantime. Behind Nosdrah is a huge wall of shadow with morbid purple mist passing across it. Movement inside of it can be heard but not seen; moans of pleasure through torture. "Behold, Sushi... True power, true Darkness!" The ending word is emphasized. "Now I can't decide whether to attack you and reduce you to the lowest of my minions, a zombie...or marry you, my pretty bitch." Cyber-Thresher finds himself cloaked in an umbra bride's grown and veil in the next second. He looks at himself, then back at Quetzar, horrified. "You make such a pretty woman, I'll allow you the undeserved priviledge of being my 2nd-least-favorite Draculina. Care to do the honors for us and play the priest, my playful hero?" Thresher disperses the shadow clothing with a telekinetic pulse. Ghosts exit the dark mist behind the Lord and remain nearby their Master, without question. Following the ghosts is a tremendous arm- a huge arm of epic proportions, made up of not umbra, but of a legion of undead (inspired by Beryudora from the Monster Galaxy movie). The arm tightens its hand into a fist, then strikes- it punches Cyber-Thresher through the searing earth, countless meters deep underground, and crushes his body. Never before as the psychic shark taken such a blow. But it wasn't over. By means of telekinesis, Cyber-Thresher is summoned back- this time, into the waiting hand of an opposite arm (left), this one made of wraiths and ghouls. The prime arm returns to the umbra dimension and comes back out constructed of wraiths and revenants. This arm takes Quetzar into its unholy grasp. With both hands filled, the fists squeeze tightly, crushing the two's bodies while the individual undead's effects go to work. In the right hand, Quetzar moans as his lifeforce and soul are molested and thieved, while at the same time infected his physical and spiritual with disease courtesy of the putrid revenants. For Cyber-Thresher in the left hand, his soul is devoured piece by piece while the touch of the ghouls gives birth to stinging, electrical-like sensations of paralysis. From out of the masses, Nosdrah's head pops up- from a finger of both hands, to speak to his victims. "Feel the wrath of my minions. Worthless, but vital and necessary at the same time." Nosdrah's speech is accompanied by the moans of ghouls, zombies, mummies from under the surface creatures. "For without an army, without loyal subjects... What is a King, then? And a King, I am..." Nosdrah drops the two enemies high above ground. Their landings punch craters into the jagged obsidian outcrops, penetrating their empty-feeling bodies. Quetzar is diseased (revenants) and drained of motivation (wraiths) (Risky, damaging business, attacking one's soul. The two have just found that out firsthand). Thresher's spirit is as cracked as his armor. Nosdrah kicks him while he's down (not an attack, just part of the story), rubbing his face in mud and forcing him to eat it. He is a slave to the vampire right now, without the strength of his spirit. "Do you feel that, fish? This is what you are. Flamboyant, weak in the knees, easily submittable. I could have made you submit myself, but you are worthless, not even worth the lowest of my zombies' time. I let them take you to the realm of pain, because you haven't earned the right to deal with me at that capacity yet. Probably never." Thresher's body is cold with the paralyzing, deathly touch of a ghoul. "Your blood isn't even fit for me to drink! You worthless, insignificant, cockroach! That's right, bow to my glory, on your knees and hands like the housebroken dog you are. I didn't even have to domesticate you...nature did that for me when they created you. If you ask nicely, maybe I'll feed you to my zombies." Nosdrah buries Thresher's face in the mud and fills his mouth with it, by the use of his foot. Now he turns for Quetzar. The eyes all around Nosdrah's body fire off crimson columns of seek-'n-destroy energy comprised of not heat, but chaos...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 14, 2012 19:37:26 GMT -5
The blood red streaks of destruction missed their mark by a wide margin, dancing across shattered obsidian as Quetzar shot up like an emerald arrow. The solar serpent wailed shrilly, his wings pummeling the ashy sky fiercely as he looped through the air. Nosdrah angled his fanged head upwards and fired more crimson bolts from his evil eyes, the jagged lances slashing through ash and soot towards the Sun Warrior. With a whistling cry, Quetzar twisted and twirled around each one, his sinuous body a hard target to hit. It would take something a bit bigger than a a few narrow blasts to hit him.
Something like a psychic sucker punch.
A broad wall of force slammed into Quetzar, the immense blow rocking his entire length. The feathered serpent's high pitched cries were cut off with a gurgle, the psionic wall sending the stunned hero hurtling down. Spitting out a bit of blood and sneering greatly, Thresher rose, his hot armor sparking and spitting flames as it shifted. The shark's raised hand lengthened and flattened, extended claws becoming a paddle-like shape. The cyborg's other hand followed its companion's lead, serrated teeth sprouting from the edge of the new shape- a chainsaw. Bill and saw-hand revving, Cyber-Thresher loosed a wordless bellow of hatred and defiance. Saw-hands clanging together, the Klenthurian devil turned to face Nosdrah. He should have kept his attention on Quetzar though, for the falling defender withdrew his coils with practiced precision, his jaws finding him plumed tail tip and his wings tucking firmly against his side. Hitting the ground as a living loop, the Sun Warrior rolled across the volcanic terrain, his body curving to steer the extraterrestrial hoop snake in a sharp turn.
As the devil and the demon squared off, Quetzar impacted Thresher's back and sent the shark tumbling forward.
The cybernetic swimmer came down spinning saws first. His bill landed heavily upon Nosdrah's brow, one toothed hand slashed across the vampire's collar bone, and the last roaring chainsaw plunged into the throat of the undead titan. Flesh splitting and blood spraying Thresher with crimson speckles, Nosdrah went down with a hiss. The two wicked beasts collapsed in a heap, and one of Cyber-Thresher's saw-hand was thrust into his own face. The shark howled as his own weapon hacked through his metallic helmet and into his skull.
As his foes thrashed, their flesh shredding and their blood spilling, Quetzar hurled himself from his living loop and into the sky, his ragged membranes pumping and crest whipping in the wind. The Sun Warrior shrieked loudly, a determined flicker in his fiery eyes. It was time to pull out his ace. The emerald serpent soared upwards, wings beating faster and faster to send him screaming into the dark heavens, past the ash, past the black clouds...
And into the searing sunlight.
Quetzar punched through the inky mess of smoke and vapor that blanketed the volcanic region and into clear skies, the glow of pure sunlight almost divine after leaving such a sinister landscape. The winged serpent slowly leveled off, settling at a slow glide, his membranes billowed and his scales warmed. Flickering eyes closing in concentration, the Sun Warrior focused himself fully on absorbing sunlight, his heartbeat slowing, his thoughts stopping, and everything channeling into his infernal core. The guardian's scales sizzled in the cool air, heat raising off them in warped waves. The heat of the emerald coat intensified, their glow raising all the way into a celestial gold that made Quetzar burn like a star descended to earth.
Eyes opening and flashing with pure power, the solar serpent angled his head towards the ground far below, cracked open his slender jaws, and loosed the full fury of the sun.
Bladed tail flailing in anger, Cyber-Thresher finally untangled himself from Nosdrah, rising off of the vampire with a snarl. His helmet looked like someone had taken an oversized can opener to it, twisted steel sticking out from it in a sporadic path, mulched flesh oozing from within the peeled Klenthuriam metal. A thick line of gore split Thresher's skull, blood dripping down into a furious glowing eyes.
The shark spat at Nosdrah. "I'll end you, bitch."
The vampire hmphed, waving off the cyborg's threat with a careless flick of his wrist. The undeadsman was spurting blood from his shoulder and jugular, both spilling great rivers of crimson. "We'll see about that." two talons came forward to form a single point. "Val Vol-"
The spell stopped dead, and soulless eyes widened in alarm.
"Oh dear."
Thresher wheeled around, his armored head whipping skyward. A column of golden essence was cutting through the dark clouds, its brilliance dissipating the gloom.
Cyber-Thresher gaped as the divine spear closed in, bathing the shark in a savagely bright glow. "K-Killer?"
The blast struck.
The concentrate of the sun raked across Thresher's shoulder and back, dragging across plate after plat of Klenthurian armor. The golden beam danced across the shark's heavy tail, crisscrossing the hefty appendage several times.
Then the great beam faded, leaving nothing but a faint glow as prove it ever struck.
A few moments passed, and Thresher's mouth opened, probably to brag about the ineffectiveness of the attack, but before any words could escape the toothed maw, smoke and steam exploded from the cyborg as he was split.
A twisted scream of agony pierced the air as Thresher toppled, his hand swinging up to slap over where tons of flesh and armor had been incinerated, vaporized into nothing but vapor. The shark was cut down to the bone, the strip of missing meat stretching from his breast to his spine, the upper portion of his shoulder practically gone. As Cyber-Thresher fell, his tail erupted into a series of fireball, metal and flesh blowing off in blackened chunks. When the smoke cleared, the tail was nearly severed in multiple places!
As Thresher writhed in suffering, the clouds unzipped again and a second blast came down, this one trained on Nosdrah.
The golden column cratered the ground just in front of the vampire, tracing upwards in a jerky, carving path, hot slag spilling from behind it. The King of Shadows swept his wings over himself like a cloak, hoping the tough membrane would shield him. The wing was burned away like butter though, the jagged membrane sliced cleanly in two as the blast of pure heat scorched Nosdrah. The solar assault powered through skin and flesh, striking where Quetzar had sawed the vampire open earlier, and entered the slender being's body, the sun's flames cooking him from the inside. Nosdrah's jaws opened wide in a scream, and smoke and sun essence spilled out, golden light spiking from the resurrected evil's throat, torso, and eyes like he was being purged of his wickedness, a exorcism of the titan's very being. The only way Nosdrah could truly be cleansed of evil was for him to be destroyed, and that was what Quetzar intended to do. Fortunately for the Lord of the Night, the second blast faded after a few moments, its life fleeting, but its effects great. In only a few seconds, the brilliant column of flames had rendered the Ruler of the Undead into a crumbling, dried out corpse, only small twitches from the vampire showing he was even alive.
Excess of energy spent and golden glow fading, Quetzar slowly spiraled downwards, drained by the very first use of his ultimate technique in battle. A tired smile found its way to the hero's face. It had been a glorious success. Circling descent hastening some as he reagained strength, the Sun Warrior retched, spitting up a gout of natural napalm from his gullet, the liquid fire spreading into a broad rain of molten teardrops...
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Post by The Great MM on May 14, 2012 21:11:24 GMT -5
Pain. As Thresher crawled to a kneeling stance, all he could feel was pain. Every inch of his body shot lightning-like strikes of pain through his nerves. His entire body was either smoldering or half-melted. If one benefit would have come from Quetzar’s previous attack, it was that it had managed to burn the chainsaw wounds to his face close. Pushing himself to a stance, Thresher’s crimson eyes flickered with unmistakable malice. “Ow.”
He looked around. Quetzar’s attacks had virtually annihilated every square inch of the volcanic area they battled in. Gigantic craters had been formed while all new lakes of magma and shards of glass-like obsidian had formed. Groaning as his armor continued to crack and split at the joints, Thresher turned to face Quetzar and Nosdrah…
Just as he did, the hero’s boiling hot, liquid fire sprayed over his cybernetic frame. Thresher’s right hand came up and head fell to the side, keeping the hellish assault from hitting his eyes. Instead it hit his chest and arms, sizzling on contact. Thresher snarled in both pain and rage. He had been in countless battled. He had fought in the vacuum of space, the depths of the oceans, the wastelands of the arctic, the halls of heaven, and the furnaces of hell…
But he had never endured such devastating power as these two surprisingly had.
When the shower of liquid fire ceased, Thresher’s head lifted up. His broken, burnt jaws formed a grin. “I give you props, hero. That was impressive.”
The emerald sun warrior turned his reptilian gaze upon the wicked cyborg, “You will find I have much more to offer.”
Thresher cracked his neck and pop his shoulder, “Not today I won’t.” He sneered, throwing his right hand up.
Quetzar knew what was coming and quickly flew higher, but Thresher’s telepathic grip wasn’t held back by physical speed. Quetzar spun in the air, but he was trapped by an invisible force once again. Thresher’s head looked to the side, lifting up tons of volcanic rock that had been scattered across the battleground. Quetzar opened wide to spit flames, but the mass of rock launched directly into his gapping, fanged jaws!
The dragon gagged and cried as crimson waves began to fall from the sides of his maw. Thresher forced mouthfuls of sharp, glass-like obsidian rock down the serpent’s throat! Quetzar’s wings stopped flapping, instead his body began to spasm, trying to fight back as the razor-sharp shards of rock pushed down his esophagus, doing untold damage to his innards!
Having enough of the green guardian, Thresher cut off his telepathic hold, allowing Quetzar to hit the ground like a meteor. The beast continued to cough and gag, spitting up small bits of bloody rock, but much of the sharp stone was now stuck in his belly to stay, every movement the dragon would make would shift it, causing it to cut new, deeper wounds in his insides!
The shark turned his focus to Lord Nosdrah once again. He snickered. He couldn’t hide it. He liked what Quetzar had done. “Boy, this is turning into a real competition, ain’t it bitch?”
His words made the ancient vampire stir, lifting his maned head. “Hmm?”
“First I bake you and burn you. Then Reptilicus over there obliterates you. How do I follow up, one up my new rival?”
The vampire began to crawl to his knees, but a great weight suddenly focused down around his ankles. Like invisible shackles, Thresher’s mind prevented him from rising any further. “No you don’t.”
“Do you have any other attacks other than telekinesis, guppy?”
The shark shrugged as Nosdrah remained on his knees, unable to get up. The shark’s maw opened up and hands lifted up, transforming into his trademark cannons. Wisps of purple and blue lightning zigzagged from each barrel and his jaws as he summoned more of his wicked, unholy energy.
Then, in unison, Thresher launched all three of his destructive energy beams!
The three beams collided with Nosdrah like a freight rain hitting a car, blasting chunks of his dark, twisted, and dried up flesh! The vampire howled in agony as the beams struck his head, chest, and stomach. His arms flew to the side, emerging from a blistering fireball that engulfed his kneeling body. Chunks of ruined flesh shot in every direction as Thresher blasted Nosdrah into oblivion!
After the constant blasting, Thresher’s arms lowered and jaws closed, whips of power striking the ground around him. His body now nearly unrecognizable and appearing as if left in an oven way too long, Nosdrah slumped forward. His twisted hands hit the ground, propping him up as chunky blood fell from his fanged maw.
Thresher tilted his head, debating what to do next. A sickening sneer crossed his burned maw again. With a flick of his wrist, the broken ground behind Nosdrah shot up in a rectangular wall. From within the wall, the obsidian rock split and fractured, pointing out with a bed of spikes, some over 10-meters long!
The wall then came down on the kneeling vampire, forcing his body down and pressing him against the heated ground, spikes stabbing into his back! The nightmarish fiend groaned, feeling the spikes break off and splinter inside his dusty body. The shark rolled his shoulders in the same fashion as his usual partner Rosie. He looked back at Quetzar and snickered. The serpent was still groaning as the rocks cut up his guts.
Thresher lifted up more, jagged rocks with his telekinesis and moved them closer to Quetzar’s groaning maw, threatening to repeat the process. “Open wide…”
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Post by Blerhwave on May 15, 2012 12:06:59 GMT -5
Quetzar finds the strength to move; not out of the way to avoid the attack, but he redirects the attack to his side. It was better than another internal strike. A feint piercing sound and a slurping one catch the attention of the Klenthurian's bodyguard and the Sun's son. When they turn their heads, they see Nosdrah feeding. The subject-a vampire underling-submits to the Lord of the Undead to feed him, to give him power. Nosdrah sucks it dry, killing off the vampire, but the vain undeadsman does not care. "Your sacrifice was automatically not made in vain the moment it was going to benefits me, minion. You died for the best cause- my cause. Rest now, and maybe I'll give life to you again when this match is over." Vampires and their vanity thinks Quetzar, not in combat with Thresher for the moment, who exhales breath from his nostrils in distaste at the evil entity. Nosdrah's wings are riddled with holes and tears, while his body has been baked, burnt, cut, ravaged. His left eye is dim, too damaged to work, and he even cut his own head open with Thresher. Yet...he still stands. He still "lives" (and I use that term loosely heh); he still smirks... "Look at my body, a testament to a great battle but also proof that your attacks are futile. You sh-" "I will not let you best me, villain!" Villain. The Dark Lord chuckles at the word. "Friend serpent, haven't you been paying attention? Every attack, every attack- whether it be yours, or that lowly sushi platter, I have either gotten up after, or remained standing through it. This very moment, I am here, talking to you. I am here, standing, conscious. 'You won't let me best you'? Snake...I already have bested you. I have bested both of you by surviving to this point, and I will survive beyond this point and beyond this match. I have laughed in the face of your direct attacks." Quetzar bites his lower lip, aggravated by the Nosferatu's words. An obsidian stake shoots through the air by telekinesis and pierces Nosdrah's draped cape (draped during his conversation, too), drives through grainy, flaking flesh. Nosdrah does not utter a noise, does not move at all, except for his head; the Creature of the Night patiently looks down at the object. His hemokinesis stops any blood from leaking out in order to make a statement (rather, fortify his seconds-ago speech). From a shadow on the opposite side of his cape, a skeletal hand reaches out, removes the stake, and retracts back into the dark realm. "Another misconception, staking a vampire. Heart, lungs, chest...doesn't matter where you stick it. It won't end us. Nice try though, Thresher. One of these days, I'll have to sit you down and demonstrate what are misconceptions, when you're schedule allows it, of course." Thresher snarls as his right hand morphs into a cannon, one that he points at Vampire Alpha. All Nosdrah does, is point back at the shark monstrosity. charging up explosive energy. Nosdrah moves a finger, an action that must have something to do with why Cyber-Thresher's arm contorts and shoves the Klenthurian cannon into his mouth. He tries to fight the vampire, but Nosdrah has a thick haze of black covering the backpack of the enemy, disrupting the shark's telekinetic abilities with the cold, doubt-inducing umbra. What ensues next, happens quick. *insert explosion noise here. and a big one, please.* Thresher falls back after unwillingly "eating his gun" (as the expression goes). By manipulating him, Nosdrah nearly blew a hole in the back of Thresher's throat! "See how easily I can turn you two tragedies against eachother, and against yourselves? This whole match, I could have sat back and attacked one of you through the other if I so chose. But where is the fun and sportsmanship in that? I fought with the two of you, I spilled blood; I spilled it the same as you! I dropped down to your level. And yet, you resist me, hero; you mock me, Thresher. Well, no longer will I be a gentleman about this. Now, I will let the vastness of the umbra take your bodies and do with you as it wishes." Thresher keeps coughing up blood, and has been during the speech; blood, and smoke. To put it simply- his throat is fUcKeD uP. Still, Thresher wonders, "What the fuck is he so confident about? I'm still standi-" The black smog of the battlefield is drawn to a swirling mass in the sky, something like a vortex. Nosdrah falls backwards, retreating to the shadow realm. The vortex draws the ash, the obsidian, even drawing on the two heros' (one, an anti-hero) shadows; everything black comes into the suction. A large arm extends out of the vortex, followed by a black mass shaped into Nosdrah's head, wounds etched into the mural, and that polite grin frozen on his face. The arm opens its hand and points the palm down, hanging directly above Quetzar and Cyber-Thresher. A hole opens in the ink-like hand, and a crimson sphere drops down like the Hiroshima Bomb when it had been dropped. Unbeknownst to the two heros, the orb is going to have the same effect as the atomic weapon that gave birth to the saurian King of the Monsters. Everything seems to go silent as a column of crimson energy with black crackles shoots up after engulfing Quetzar and Cyber-Thresher and detonating. The column passes through the extension of Nosdrah and breaks it apart into clouds. A shockwave follows, but it doesn't throw the serpent and the shark. Their bodies tense up immensely as darkness, pure darkness, flows through them; it shocks them, and it exhausts them. It pains them, and it informs them (that Nosdrah is royalty to darkness with the ultimate umbra weapon at his disposal). When the smoke clears and the energy dissipates, Thresher is on his knees and holding up his body with his hands. The majority of his body armor is gone, his helmet fucked up. Blood exits his body without hesitation, and his body is all puffy from major swelling. For Quetzar, he is sprawled out along the ground, his length forming an "S" shape. A suitable number of scales no longer line the serpent, with blood exiting his body in the same manner as Thresher's. Nosdrah returns into view. The two can only look up at him, but they see him exhausted after using Demonic Meggido- the ultimate in dark arts. That's where their blood comes in. Nosdrah receives the flowing blood as a stream entering his mouth and going down his body for him. It's enough to let him finish off the match, having only to sustain through Quetzar's attack(s), then Thresher's. It's also enough to let him attack one more time. Lord Nosdrah raises a hand and clenches it into a fist, this time attacking Quetzar individually. The gesture is being associated with hemokinesis; Nosdrah is thickening the serpent hero's blood and having it rush to the brain, and constrict the heart and blood vessels. Quetzar hisses in pain over the internal onslaught. It is effective indeed; painful enough to get Quetzar into motion to distract him from the feeling inside. Now, Nosdrah affects it's density, causing Quetzar to sink downwards like an anvil. His powerful wings will not be a factor, for the blood has been affected to be heavier than Quetzar can manage...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 19, 2012 23:27:33 GMT -5
Quetzar beat his wings greatly, fighting desperately again the pull of gravity on his increased weight. It was useless though, and another mental flex from Nosdrah practically turned the serpent's blood solid. The heroic reptilian groaned in agony, a sharp edge to his whistling voice. Having one's blood thickened, feeling one's heart struggling to operate- it was hell.
Mind fending off the pain and quickly constructing a plan, the Sun Warrior ceased his struggling. His membranous wings stopped flapping down against the air, and instead swept up, accelerating his plunge. The Sun Warrior dropped like the largest of stones, his emerald length plummeting like coils of metal and steel. Spinning forward to smash his plumed tail into the ground first, Quetzar cratered the obsidian terrain like glass, jagged shards of glossy black rock spiraling upwards. The sun serpent gasped as pain exploded through his weighed down body, but bit a scream down and brought his ragged membranes together in a mighty clap of fierce winds. A broad shock wave burst out, catching the razor-edged shards of obsidian and launching them at Nosdrah.
A smirk stretched across the vampire's face. " This trick again, dear little hero? Tsk, tsk," cooed the Lord of the Undead, and he swept his split wings over himself like a protective cloak. "Surely you can do better than that."
Flickering eyes flashed, and Quetzar's scaled lips drew back in displeasure. Indeed he could. A hooked snout parted and a burst of sun flames reduced the obsidian projectiles to slag, the melted volcanic glass rushing at Nosdrah like molten bolts. The liquid projectiles punched through the cape-like wings as easily as bullets through dry wall. The King of Shadows exhaled harshly, bits of crimson flying from his gasping maw. His slenderer arms ushered his wings aside to reveal the vampire's front was riddled with vicious holes, the jagged punctures leaking blood like miniature volcano's spewing lava. The tall being staggered, the molten material ravaging his innards.
Nosdrah's mouth opened, smoke spilling out. "Well done then," he grunted with a pained breathe.
The vampire was nearly bowled over as Quetzar roared overhead, his blood flowing freely again and his scales aflame. The Sun Warrior wailed, joy in his shrill voice. He loops through the dark skies, the fiery aurora that ringed his body flaring like a sunburst. The solar fighter swooped down, his gazed locked on where Nosdrah stared up at him and Thresh rose, waves of smoke and ash falling from his armored form. A familiar shriek brought the shark's billed head whipping up, and Quetzar struck. The serpent slammed down with all his strength, the celestial fire that coated his body leaping from his wings in a sea of brilliance. The golden surge of heat and flames struck like a thunderbolt, flooring the undeadsman and the aquatic devil. Nosdrah fell with a strained hiss, crimson vaporous escaping his jaws as the intense flames seeped into his body cavity through the holes in his front. Thresher roared angrily, smoldering flesh reigniting and ruined armor plates washing over his body in molten streams.
Leaving the shark and the vampire to burn, Quetzar shot up in a column of emerald scales, a tall jet of fire curling from his maw and burning through the ash and vapor in the air, incinerating a patch in the dark clouds. A beam of light shone down on the serpent, the sunlight bouncing off his scales in a scattered cloak of brilliance. With heat from the hellish land below and the light of the blazing sun above, Quetzar felt a power unlike any other rush through him, the might of all his ancestors roaring through his veins.The hero's scales begin to glow on their own, each possessed by a golden shine. The heat of the sun itself gathered in the reptilian defender's jaws, and the guardian leaned his slender snout down to loose it on his foes. In one last effort to secure this victory as his own, Quetzar vomited a broad spear of concentrated fire, a golden lance that ripped the ashen sky in two. The blast- even more powerful than the two that proceeded it- seared down like a divine javelin, curving gently towards Nosdrah and Thresher.
Struggling to his knees, Cyber-Thresher snarled defiantly, his demonic eyes glowing crimson. "Not this time, Reptilicus!"
The shark's clawed hands rose, and the ray of golden heat froze about a hundred meters above the armored killer, the rest of its brilliance pooling behind this point in a spherical shape. As Thresher used his psychic bowl to gather the flames and Quetzar continued spewing them, a miniature sun seem to materialize, an orb of light and fire that burned as brightly as any star. The sphere grew as more flames fed it, and soon it trembled, Thresher below doing the same. With his dark mind strained and his injuries exhausting him, the shark struggled to hold back the Sun Warrior's might. A second psonic scoop was added below the golden fire though, and suddenly Nosdrah was besides Thresher, his lengthy arms up in much the same manner.
"Back off, you sparkling fuck!" spat the armored one, his red eyes glowing with hatred.
The vampiric lord sneered. "I don't share much affection for you either, little tuna, but cast aside your dislike for now. I don't know about you, I'd really rather not cook again."
Cyber-Thresher didn't respond, but seemed to see the wisdom in the vampire's words, because he didn't argue any further. Together, the rivals extended their wicked thoughts to successfully hold back fire straight from the sun itself. The golden orb before them had grown to an enormous size, easy big enough now to contain all three combatants plus some. Soon, Quetzar snapped shut his hooked muzzle and stopped feeding the orb. Assuming that the serpent had given up, Thresher cheered greatly and slapped Nosdrah with his tail.
"Hey, let's throw this goddamn fireball back at the- wait, what is he doing?"
Two pairs of red eyes looked up to find an emerald length of feathers, scales, and coils coming down, Quetzar diving like a living arrow. Those same two pairs of eyes widened in horror. Without having to consult each other, the two bitter foes worked together to push the golden sphere away, trying to put as much distance between them and it. They only managed to double the distance before the Sun warrior struck though. His fanged head tore through the psychic bubble and plunge into the fireball.
Almost half a mile of earth was engulfed in a brilliant explosion of solar destruction, the entire landscape bathed in pale light.
As the flash faded, it revealed a new terrain, a scene completely changed from that of only a few seconds before. The ground no longer existed, replaced by an endless pool of molten rock and slag. Sprawled hundreds of meters apart, slowly sizzling in the lava, Nosdrah and Cyber-Thresher laid burnt and flaming. Almost all the armor that coated Thresher's upper body- or at least what survived Nosdrah's Meggido- was gone, stripped away reduced to nothing by the flames. The vulnerable flesh beneath was scorched beyond recognition, a twisted mass of ash and char. The shark's helmet was all but gone, only a few solid scraps left above his eyes. The rest was pooled behind the evil one's head, sparking and flickering brightly. The bill of the ancient evil had survived, but just barely, the glowing blade of Klenthurian meal dripping and dropping frailly. Nosdrah fared no better, if not worse. His wings was smouldering scraps, their edged ragged and burning dully. Layer upon layer of dense dead flesh were vaporized, the soft, pink met below revealed to the unforgiving air. The holes in his front were burned into wide gaps, arcs of blood spurting from the gory pits.
Between the ravaged giants, Quetzar slowly dragged himself from the liquid earth, lava dripping down his jawline. The serpent worked up the strength to rise into the air, his wingbeats lopsided and sloppy, but he could do no more. He had spent to much energy on that last attack, that last chance to triumph. Hopefully it had succeeded...
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Post by The Great MM on May 20, 2012 12:09:48 GMT -5
The seering heat would have been enough to instantly vaporize any ordinary being, but these three warring titans were something else. Their bodies were ravaged by a war that had lasted all but less than an hour! Their clash reshaped the land a way not seen since the American bombings of Japan. This was a battle that would go down forever as one of the best by those that created the Universal Clash Arena and would forever be remembered by the countless mortals that watched it.
Thresher’s wicked mind raced with thought. If there were any living Gods left in this hellish dimension, let them work now and end this match…
Fighting to move against the pain of all pains, the fallen hero managed to crawl to his hands and knees. His burning eyes looked down, watching steam rise from the magma that he was now within. He had fought many hard victories, but this was a battle that had taken almost everything he had. But he wouldn’t give in. Not yet. He didn’t slaughter Q’thulu just to fail in the UCA!
Spitting a wad of bloody saliva into the lava, Thresher stood. What remained of his saw-sword was too melted to effectively used, and its constant dripping of slag blurred his vision. Bringing up a clawed hand, he gripped the weapon at its base and broke it off like a useless branch, the stump spitting sparks, smoke, fire, and a few squirts of blood where nerve endings had been attached. The shark snarled, looking down at his hand as he held the half-melted weapon.
“I really liked that one too…” He hissed, lazily tossing it to the side where it vanished within the bubbling magma.
Above him, Quetzar’s intelligent voice spoke directly at the cybernetic warrior. “You really don’t know when to call it an end, do you?”
Thresher’s finned tail slapped the magma, making it splash upward. His eyes both narrowed and burned before retorting. “You’ll have to do more to me than just kill me to ever have a hope at making me stop.”
“Much obliged!” Lord Nosdrah’s twisted, shriek-like scream came from behind the shark! The vampire wrapped his arms around the shark’s midsection and fangs came racing down on his burnt neck. The twisted guardian spun about as the vampire began to feed, sucking up his blood as if a sweet nectar. Thin strands of fresh, bright crimson began to roll down Thresher’s shoulders as the vampire tried to replenish his supply with Thresher’s.
Using his right elbow, the shark began to drive it into the bat-like beast’s stomach. Each blow made the nightmare snarl in defiance, but refused to relent. After a third elbow, Thresher’s mind exploded outward. The air became warped as a telepathic explosion ripped out of Thresher’s mind, tearing Nosdrah off. The winged beast flew back, head over heels, and nearly smacked into a barren, baked cliff face.
Mere meters before hitting it, Thresher’s other hand lashed out, catching him. “Not like that.” He declared, holding him open. “How’d my blood taste?” He question, eyes burning.
Nosdrah licked his lips, “Delectable.”
“I hear it tastes even better when spiced up a bit…” Thresher’s head looked to the side, his opposite arm lifting up with a fist. A tentacle of magma lifted from the ground, snaking around Thresher’s body. “Saw “ahhh”, bitch.”
The tentacle shot forward, rounded tip splashing into Nosdrah’s bloody mouth! It pushed downward into his stomach, burning the body of the nosferatu from the inside! The lord of darkness tried to cry, but the lava flooded his lungs. The blood he drank mixed with the magma, simply ceasing to exist as Thresher pumped the vampire’s body with burning liquid rock! The demon’s stomach not only began to glow, but expand, quickly becoming enlarged by the vast amount of lava being forced into it.
After numerous, agonizing moments for the vampire, Thresher released his hold on both he and the lava. The vampire fell into the boiling magma, rolling over and looking down at his belly which had become nearly three times its normal size, ready to burst. Not only that, but it now glowed like the sun from the inferno within it… turning his insides to ash.
Thresher looked back up at Quetzar. “When this is done, Reptilicus. We’re finishing this, one-on-one.”
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Post by Inferno Rodan on May 20, 2012 13:47:57 GMT -5
With the three monsters barely able to stand (or in Quetzar's case, stay airborne), the voice of the UCA rolls across the molten battlefield.
"ATTENTION! Cease combat at once! Quetzar has been declared the winner of this match! Congratulations! Now report back to your quarters immediately!"
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Christ on a pogo stick, that was a beast of a match. It was really neck-and-neck up until the very end. Quetzar's final attack is literally the single thing that decided the match. It tipped the scales just that tiny bit that was needed to give him the win.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 20, 2012 16:58:20 GMT -5
A great shriek pierced the air, joy as large as the three titans who had waged war here today carried on its whistling tone. Despite his weariness and ravaged body, Quetzar reared into the air to perform a few celebratory loops, his emerald length flowing like water. Victory!
The Sun Warrior swooped down to hover before Nosdrah. Devil... before, you claimed you had already won because you survived. Well, tell me now... I am alive. That other devil is alive. We survived. So where is your triumph now?
Leaving the vampire to think it over, Quetzar then drifted over to float above Thresher. And as for you... I accept your challenge. When the time comes, you will be defeated again.
Another shrill wail leaving his hooked snout, Quetzar rocketed up and was engulfed by a column of brilliance. Just before he vanished, whisked back to his quarters for recovery, the serpent gave a small grin.
Where was the power of evil now?
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Post by The Great MM on May 21, 2012 22:59:39 GMT -5
(OOC: Tired of waiting for your exit, SW.)
The unconscious vampire was teleported back to the safety of the Hub
The vampire retreats into the shadows with a grin on his face, ready to regenerate from dark embrace, his body burnt from head to toe and stomach still expanded and glowing. The armored shark snickered, the last of the three left in the volcanic wasteland. His long tail slapped the lake of lava as he looked around.
"Enjoy this victory, Reptilicus." He spat a wad of bloody saliva, "I'll be making boots out of you yet."
A flash of light came from the dark, ashy clouds ahead. Thresher's crimson eyes narrowed as he lifted a palm. The beam of light raced down and suddenly split apart, falling to the ground like water rolling over an invisible rock. "I don't think so."
Thresher used his mind to warp the telepod's energy. "I'm tired of being told where to go and who to fight!"
The booming voice of the UCA spoke directly to Thresher, extremely powerful weaponry rising from the boiling magma. "Return to the Hub now, Thresher!"
The shark snarled, "Under my own power!" He roared in defiance, using his mind to smash several of the larger weapons, blowing them to bits. "One way or another, fools, I am going to rip you apart!" He closed his hand, finally allowing the light to wash over him, teleporting him to a regeneration tank where his flesh would be healed and armor replaced, all in just a few hours...
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