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Post by Blerhwave on May 3, 2012 22:55:44 GMT -5
Tyrant Ghidorah, A G A I N S TDrakia, The Ash Queen! Arena: Forest VERSION 2Ref: required Intro: Throughout Tyrant Ghidorah's containment quarters lie 10 Gyaos skeletons, their meat picked off and the bones dirtied by ash. Without any distraction, Tyrant Ghidorah has been trying to escape the room, bombarding it with different attacks (both ranged and up close). The UCA aren't quite sure what to do about it, so they decide to transport the space demon to an arena and let him duke it out with a second kaiju. Keep him occupied and/or distracted. The teleporter beam lays claim to the tyrant's body and yanks him from existance, then puts him back into existance except this time, in the forest replication. Tyrant Ghidorah roars to the skies and promises doom to this garden of living plants and a second kaiju, should one dare to show up and challenge him. p.s. Those were just lowly Gyaos in part 2 of his intro thread, so don't think Tyrant Gheeds is invincible or near-invincible. Drakia can still harm him/damage him and stuffs during the match. The whip-like tail's tail whip/tail "crack" can and would crack the layer of exoskeleton where it hits.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 4, 2012 16:55:27 GMT -5
A young UCA Controller fiddled with his fingers nervously as he watched Tyrant Ghidorah scan the Forest with his soulless crimson gaze. The armored dragon was hungry, for blood and for battle. The Tyrant needed a playmate. The monstrous hydra was legendary, a universal boogeyman, and now they had to 'entertain' it. Another monster was needed out there.
And fast.
Walking quickly and quietly, a second Controller- this one older and more experienced- placed a hand on his younger companion's shoulder, spooking the youngster into jumping. He tried hard not to crack a smile.
"What's up? Why haven't you sent out another monster?"
The answer came, shaky and hesitant. "Well... I have several in mind... but I'm not sure which I should send. You know, against him."
The older Controller squeezed the younger's shoulder, his tongue clucking against the roof of his mouth.
"... Drakia is getting old you know. Too old. She'll have to be retired soon. She's a crowd-pleaser, that psychotic bitch, but she's just too old."
"Drakia?" The young Controller sounded alarmed. "You want to send a C-rank monster against an A+ heavyweight like Ghidorah?"
A smirk.
"Yes. Retiring a monster means keeping it happy. Keeping a monster happy means resources. And I don't like wasting resources on a monster that doesn't fight. They need to... earn their keep. One last match for the crazy old hag. If she wins, she's earned her keep. Hell, if she even draws, we'll spoil her crispy ass then too. And if she looses..."
The Controller gave an easy smile, his starch white teeth hiding ill intent, but the cruel gleam in his eyes impossible to miss.
"We'll see what happens."
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There was a flash of light, and six blood red eyes turned on a new arrival.
Her eternal sneer widening, Drakia opened her yellow cat eyes and took in her surroundings. She was in the branches of a massive tree, so massive it easily dwarfed her. A low hiss escaping her, the older monster strode forward confidently, her gnarled claws all but cementing her to the grooved bark of the wooden giant. For once, the Ash Queen's wild eyes showed pleasure that didn't come from bloodshed. This was a good place for her. She could fight here easily. Hunt here easily.
A chorus of cackling drew the burnt lizard's attention.
Perched on one of the grand tree's greatest branches, Tyrant Ghidorah screeched to the heavens, singing a promise of death to the skies. Most would fear for their lives in the presence of such a terrifying beast, but not one so broken as Drakia. Instead of fear, she felt exhilaration. Hunger. Lust. This thing... this huge, three-head, evil thing... it radiated death. It was destruction incarnate. Drakia's jaws worked silently, her slitted pupils shrinking. Ghidorah fed off of chaos and devastation, but so did Drakia, in her own way. This thing did not scare her. It excited her. Her, together with this thing... what terror, what mayhem they could cause. What pain. Hers, its, the world's .. it didn't matter.
Slaver fell from Drakia's slack jaws in thick ribbons of char-dotted saliva. The black horror's eye twitched, its potent yellow gaze without focus, yet still intense as the sun's glare. Wicked claws gripped at thick bark. A low yowl rang out from Drakia's throat, almost without her consent.
There would be much pain here today!
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Post by Inferno Rodan on May 4, 2012 19:05:24 GMT -5
FIGHT!
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Post by Blerhwave on May 4, 2012 19:33:13 GMT -5
thaaankyou IR. and nice intro Hayes. wanted to mention that.
Tyrant Ghidorah stares intently at his prey. His delectable little morsel. The only warning of an impending attack the hydra gives is a low snarl and a huff from flared nostrils. With only that as a warning, Tyrant Ghidorah leaps off his perch and comes down hard on Drakia.
Or at least, he meant to.
Drakia leaps nimbly to another branch, watching like a cat as Tyrant Ghidorah's heavy feet snap the branch off the mammoth tree. Drakia expects the tyrant breed of Ghidorah to fall to the floor of the forest, but he stays airborne through an anti-gravity field. Standing or flight, flight with wings or not, the Ash Queen has an opening to attack the considerably larger predator, and she takes it. She leaps from her branch with claws flexed and posed, and an ear-curdling shriek emanating from her open maw, and pounces with good momentum against Tyrant Ghidorah, actually taking him by surprise! Tyrant Ghidorah lands with a deep "thud" against the soil of the ground while Drakia's claws are pierced through skeletal armor and pulling out, effectively ripping up the armor. Combined with the slam, Drakia had efficiently attacked her larger foe, showing no fear out of an emotional numbness brought on by her horrific life's experiences. Tyrant Ghidorah, Scourge of the Universe, returns fire with a headbutt courtesy of the central head. The solid horn-like protrusion crashes against Drakia's head with a "crack" sound; the attack tool scrapes off brittle flesh and charred ash and exposes a small portion of the skull. No blood leaks; the area has little blood to leak! By some miracle, Drakia survives with blood reduced to ash. Her head has no liquid to leak but instead, ash to sprinkle out. The horn leaves a shallow dent in the skull. It's a painful attack to sustain, but Drakia's nerves are partially numb like her emotions, so they do not feel the full brunt of the pain. At least she received the attack though, and that is all that matters for Tyrant Ghidorah.
Drakia powers through her sluggish mental state from the blow to leap off of the carnivorous space demon. As he floats up and down to his feet, the Space Scourge fires a trio of threats in the form of his "Chaos Bolts". Drakia nimbly avoids each one with cat-like reflexes. Tyrant Ghidorah notices that the organized release of projectiles is too composed to succeed, so he starts to belch them for sporadically. In random increments, Tyrant Ghidorah unleashes thin red Hell from all three heads, and his logic is proven correct; the bolts start striking points along the Ash Queen's body, blowing off spores of ash and strips of built up char. Drakia enters into a charge to counteract Tyrant Ghidorah, but her attempt is thwarted by Tyrant Ghidorah sidestepping. Now he counters with the attack trademarked to his species- Gravity Bolts. The trio of bolts ensnare Drakia and lift her in the air by means of negating the planet's gravity. Next, she is thrown into the large tree that she and her aggressor once perched upon. Her body sprawls as soon as her lower back (under the spine formation, saving them from certain breaking) impacts the solid object, then becomes released from the gravitational hold. She falls to the ground, but surprises even the massive tyrant when she gets up without delay and shakes her head. Her cat-like eyes turn to stare directly into Tyrant Ghidorah's six. The Ghidorah cackles in glory before belching a magma bomb. The sight of the fiery missile freezes Drakia in a fit of anxiety and panic, seeing the element that caused her current situation blaze freely over the condensed rock heading straight for her. For Tyrant Ghidorah, hopefully Drakia freezes long enough to fall victim to the approaching projectile, which speaking of, closes in on her chest...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 4, 2012 20:06:13 GMT -5
(Damn, thought I could throw up an attack before ya' this time. Nope! Editing time. And thanks.)
As the molten explosives closed in, their target frozen in momentary fear, Ghidorah threw back his trio of prehistoric heads and cackled, his mad laughter ringing through the forest canopy like demonic bells. Too easy! Drakia shrilled frightfully. Fire! Bad! Too late to dart to the sides, the explosions would catch her. They were too close to duck under, they would brain her if she tried. The only way around them was back. Desperation forming determination, the insane lizard whirled around, bound at the base of the grand tree, and kicked off its enormous truck. Twisting in midair, the crazed creature stretched out and held her limbs aloft, her spines spread in subconscious memory of her lost gliding ability, the airborne lizard actually traveling towards the magma bombs. This confused Tyrant Ghidorah, the triple-headed serpent's ugly maws curling in bafflement. Was this new offering truly so eager to lay her life down? Where was the fun in that!
Confusion became alarm as Drakia sailed clear over the magma bombs- the resulting explosions as they struck the spot she had just been tickling her belly- and then launched at the Tyrant with another kick of her great hing legs!
The Ash Queen collided with the King of Terror claws-first, her hooked talons flashing out to deliver a vicious swipe to the thing's central head. The curved claws slammed into boney armor, throwing up sparks and pale powder. A broad spiderweb of a crack shot out from the hydra's jawline, the splintered armor stabbing into the destroyer's exposed gum's like tiny spears. Taken off guard and unbalanced, Tyrant Ghidorah teetered. But the juggernaut did not fall, instead only staggering as it gave its middle mug a good shake, blood falling from the hideous maw. An angry screech came from the beast. Drakia spat in hatred and kicked off the larger giant's chest, her feline prowess sending her all the way into the super-trees lower branches, and then scrambling up them like a demented, blackened squirrel. Growling in annoyance, the Tyrant whipped out his fan like wings and followed high into the tree, his control of gravity propelling him from the earth. Loosing Drakia in the brief chase, Ghidorah shrieked in rage and set down on a thick tangle of branches, his weight rocking them greatly.
He never noticed the venom yellow gleam from within the twisted limbs.
Another trio of cackles started, but the cries exploded into wails as agony spiked into the hydra's lower half. Seeing that her earlier blow was not quite enough to topple her much larger foe, Drakia decided to take a different approach. The extra crispy monster had slipped from the tangle of branches, slid under the tower thing, and stabbed upwards with spines raised. The jagged spears of bone and char were sunk deep into Ghidorah's inner thigh and groin, the thin weapons slipping easily between armor like oversized stilettos. Wailing in pained outraged as blood flowed from his unmentionables, the Tyrant dropped like a great redwood tree, dropping from the branch he stood on.
The Tyrant plunged down, wings buckled at his sides, but he quickly summoned his spherical anti-gravity field, slowing his descent. Before he could come to a stop though, the massive hydra smashed into another limb of the gargantuan tree. Even the smallest branches of the super-giant were tremendously strong, but when 106,000 tons of armored space dragon comes crashing down, it was just too much. The limb exploded into splinters, and the Tyrant howled as he was pelted with hundreds of wooden blades, most simply bouncing off his armor and tough hide, but many yet punching into his body like deadly shrapnel. The King of Terror bounced off several more branches in a similar manner before finally ceasing his descent, his body a pin cushion of splinters and thorns by then. Cackling in hellish rage, the grand hydra rose up on vengeful wings, hell in his eyes and death leaping from his jaws.
Dozens of chaos bolts slashed across the sprawling branches of the super-tree, the dark lances of power shaving off bark as they searched for Drakia. The older monster moved with surprising grace, leaping from limb to limb, twisting around stray bolts. But with one slip of the paw, the Ash Queen dropped to her belly suddenly, and was vulnerable. Although the branch she was collapsed on protected her underside, several chaos bolts seared into her side, stripping away burnt skin and sickly flesh in a burst of smoke and flames. Honing in on Drakia's yowl of pain, Tyrant Ghidorah rose with a vengeance, all three heads rearing above the downed monster to smite her with their might.
Crack!
A lash of a skeletal tail finished what Drakia's claws had started earlier, and the armor along the middle head's jaw fell away with a starburst of blood and grit, the Tyrant drawing back with a snarl. Springing to her fear and hissing fearlessly, Drakia repeated the action, and her tail whipped out towards the gored jaw once again...
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Post by Blerhwave on May 4, 2012 20:56:56 GMT -5
heh, your 4th attack is exactly what I planned to do to have you harm me in my post.
The bone segmented tail cracks like a bull ship against the unprotected stretch of cheek, slicing a momento into the elder Ghidorah's tough flesh. Ghidorah's head is pushed to look to the side, but returns gaze after slowly returning the head to the direction of the sickly but ferocious kaiju. The other heads look up to look on at Drakia with the fellow head. Tyrant Ghidorah starts his primary attack by beating his wings. Drakia digs her claws into the ground to stay immobile, but the tempest is unforgiving. Ash falls off of her body by the chunks, followed by heaps of flesh. The prime Ghidorah of the terrible species' onslaught stops suddenly; a most confusing display. His body starts to writhe, and eyes glowing wide in surprise. To Drakia, it is like her terrorizing antagonist is coughing up a hairball... Coughing up? Yes. A Hairball? Something much more terrible for Drakia...
Suddenly, out of all three heads, a lava-like spew ejects from the trio of heads. The spew lands against Drakia's back, left shoulder, chest, and the skeletal portion of the tail. The "lava" sizzles- or maybe it is the flesh that sizzles. She howls out of anxiety more than pain as her mind flashes to the very battle and instance when she was reduced to her current infected state. She claws at the bile, nervously clawing in such a manner that she scrapes off her own flesh from her chest. Her panic attack at such a level, she does not even recognize the painful heat hurting her body.
Tyrant Ghidorah bellows with glee as he feels energy and nourishment enter his body from the violent acts he is performing. Now he takes to the air. He circles a few rotations, then pierces through the air above Drakia like a bullet. The passing is harmless, until the sonic boom created crashes full-force into Drakia and she is once again knocked into the trunk of a large, ever-solid tree. The sonic boom itself blew off more of the protective overall layer of ash and buildup, rocked her body like an omnidirectional slam and incites joint soreness, and the impact with the trunk erects soreness in her back more than anywhere else. In her old age, the battle is wearing her down, but she still has enough vigor to exactly rise back to her feet like she does right now, and face the face (faces, rather) of armageddon. Tyrant Ghidorah cackles once more before reaching forward with three maws primed and ready to bite into Drakia's decayed flesh. Leave it to a creature like Tyrant Ghidorah to attack so boldly and directly...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 5, 2012 12:14:32 GMT -5
The gruesome hydra latched onto Drakia's neck, shoulder, and midsection with his terrible jaws, heaving the wailing beast high into the air with a muffled trio of cackles. Eyes glowing with grim delight, the primeval thing tried to tear his smaller foe apart, each of the armored heads tugging in a different direction. Drakia howled as her body was stretched out, blood trickling down her char-black hide and pale ash falling from her body is thick sheets. A great cloud rose around the scorched lizard, ash and soot filling the air. Tyrant Ghidorah groaned, the irritating debris smothering her face, filling his nostrils and burning at his eyes. Even his three maws had begun to foam and twist in disgust. Bits of char and dead tissue were lodged deep in his gums and between his teeth. Although all this pained, even agonized, the King of Terror, the Tyrant would not relent so easily. It would take more than this to down a Ghidorah!
It would take something like Drakia twisting her head around, filling her narrow chest with ashy air, and breathing a concentrated blast of soot directing into the Tyrant's central face.
Tyrant Ghidorah screeched angrily, his jaws falling from around Drakia's blackened flesh as he was blinded by the ash-laden breath. Soot covered his eyes and brow. The three-headed terror tried to clear them, blinking rapidly, but that only shredded the harsh grit across his cornea, sending the deepest, most intense type of pain shooting into the Tyrant's sockets. More furious shrieks, and Drakia was dropped completely, the feline lizard landing neatly on her feet, claws lodged in the three's thick bark. Tyrant Ghidorah thrashed wildly now, all three heads flailing and swinging in outrage. The elder dragon was insane with pain and rage. No! This was wrong! He wasn't suppose to hurt, she was! Drakia, crouched at the armored hydra's feet, purred deeply. Ghidorah needed pain and destruction to power him. Drakia only craved it for personal pleasure. The insane reptile's sneering lips drew back even further, into a sort of mad, snarling grin.
Slaver flying from her curled lips as a great yowl of bloodlust left her, the Ash Queen sprung!
Tyrant Ghidorah was slammed back by 35,000 tons of anger, hatred, and sadism ramming into his left throat. Drakia's claws hooked around the tough armor encasing the great dragon's neck, and her yellowed saber-fangs punched through unprotected flesh into his throat. The Tyrant bellowed as hot blood gushed from his jugular, directly into his psychotic assailant's open maw! Ghidorah's whole body rocked with anger, his twin tails lashing, his broad wings beating, and his heads whirling, but Drakia hung to his throat tenaciously, all while chewing into the Tyrant's open jugular. While the hydra's middle hug continued to scream in pain, the elder monster's right head looped down and prepared to blast Drakia from him with a few chaos bolts.
Crack!
A bone dagger buried itself in the other head's throat, the Tyrant's dark essence spilling down on the thin, skeletal tail that trailed from it. The right head reared away with a bubbling hiss, blood spilling over exposed gums. This was a bad move, because the sudden, jerky motion tore the spurred tail tip from the Tyrant's throat, furthering the already wide wound and unleashing a generous spurt of blood. Now streaked with blood from her larger foe, Drakia released her death grip of the hydra's neck and dropped to the 'ground', landing on all fours, claws splitting bark. Crimson was splattered across the horror's sneering maw and fleshless tail, and red speckles covered her in a grisly pattern. Slimy tongue snaking out to lick the blood from her curled lips, the Ash Queen pounced up again, her talons sweeping out to slash at the exposed bases of all three necks...
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Post by Blerhwave on May 5, 2012 12:57:37 GMT -5
The claws slash two necks- the injured jugular one, and the left one. As she soars through the air, Tyrant Ghidorah catches her with a triple threat of gravity bolts. The enraged carnivore increases the gravity on Drakia tenfold, causing her body to compress under the strain. Her body shakes with tremors as it tries to resist the epic force being applied, but the increased gravity is superior. Seconds go by that feel like minutes and minutes, then Tyrant Ghidorah releases his gravitational hold. She nimbly lands on all fours, but has no time to recover as Tyrant Ghidorah steps forward and THUD! He lands a force-backed kick into Drakia's left side, where the kidney rests under layers of muscle, skin, and soot. The sharp claws of the feet puncture through the ash armor and skin, creating three puncture wounds, but the real pain comes from the forceful assault on a universally tender attack point. Her body is raised into the air, her feet leaving the ground, but she lands roughly on all fours. Her knees buckle and she unwillingly bows to the great hydra, soreness filling the location like an ocean flood. The elder Ghidorah snickers in delight and nourishment, all this violence filling him with a sense of fullness. Now for the third assault, he crashes his foot down on a dorsal spine- and at an angle, too, so he can (and does) snap it off and leave a spot of swelling in the rancid flesh. The Ash Queen grunts in displeasure at the attack- a simple one...just a kick/slam, but coupled with the insane hydra's physical superiority and might, felt quite painful. Drakia may be outmatched in class...but she's managing to hold her own against the monstrosity. This impresses the controllers watching from the safety of their command post, enough to decide to let her live (at least for one more battle *cough*Suchodon*cough* p: heh) if she loses the fight. She is proving her worth, indeed. But again- for at least one more battle. Now, it's time for one more attack. Tyrant Ghidorah, the true Reaper of Outerspace, rips up a thick, large tree (maybe 30 meters in width, 80 meters in height), with his mighty jaws (molten bile helping with dismounting the tree), and hurls it with all three jaws towards Drakia...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 6, 2012 15:50:10 GMT -5
(very subtle there, 'Wave.)
Drakia sneered and began striding forward, her footfall quickly gaining speed and power. As her stride reached a bound, her skeletal tail arced over his head and CRACK! The tree spiraled harmlessly around her in two pieces. Tyrant Ghidorah screeched, his three heads writhing in anger and his throats glowing with heat as a trio of magma bombs moved up them. Her permanently curled lips drawing back briefly in a hateful, hissing laugh, the Ash Queen sprung, her lean hind legs launching her at the primeval hydra like a nightmarish missile. The burnt lizard's spines stretched out, and what little webbing they had remaining caught the air and pulled the black horror into a 'standing' position in midair, all fours limbs now swung towards the Tyrant. Closing in on her massive quarry, the magma bombs now practically held between his ugly fangs, Drakia punched both back legs forward.
A brutal kick hammered Ghidorah's chest!
A chorus of shrieks was cut off with a wheeze, and Tyrant Ghidorah toppled like a slain Goliath, the slung stone striking his breast instead of his head. Above him, the misfired magma bombs detonated in the canopy of the grand tree, the flames and debris fierce, but the damage to the wooden monolith little. The armor that clung to the triple-headed dragon's chest was cratered, caved in completely by the devastating kick. The bone-like covering now worked against the ancient evil, speared into his chest by the tremendous impact. The hot blood of the hydra pooled in the crater, spilling from around jagged shards of armor that lanced dense flesh like blades in an apple. Tyrant Ghidorah screamed shrilly, more in anger than in pain, his elder flesh dulled greatly to suffering. A mere offering had managed to down the King of Terror so easily! Blasphemy!
The Tyrant's indignant howls ceased when Drakia thudded onto his broken breast, her venom yellow eyes wide and wild. His three heads rearing up to glare at his attacker, the Tyrant stared into those bloodshot eyes, crimson matching amber, insanity matching madness. Drooling jaws whipping open, the charred lizard broke the stare-off and plunged her fanged head down! The snarling heads of the hydra flailed in agony as twin saber-teeth stabbed deep into his bare, bloody chest. Unexposed and protected by armor that was now laid to bits, the flesh there was more tender than elsewhere, softer, more vulnerable. The perfect place to strike. Drakia purred directly into gored hide, blood splattering all across her blackened head as she sawed her saber-fangs into the Tyrant, the blood as rich as whine to her, the screaming like music. Ghidorah was livid, his pain overwhelmed by rage, even as his breast was torn open slowly. This wasn't right. This wasn't the order of things. This was wrong!
The hydra's wrath materialized in the form if a pressurized shock wave, and the aurora of pure force sent Drakia flying, her fangs ripped from the Tyrant's flesh with the wet squelching of bloody meat.
The Ash Queen tumbled through the air, tail over teeth, the underside of her ashen armor cracked and leaking blood. A long, warbling yowl escaped the feline reptile as she cartwheeled uncontrollably, flung like a destructive child's toy. Ignoring the pain that surged through his mulched breast like fire, Tyrant Ghidorah rose to his feet by means of gravity manipulation and his anger lashed out, a golden gravity beams cutting through the air. The trademark attack of the feared Ghidorahs caught Drakia in mid-plunge, and the thrashing beast was quickly reeled in. The Tyrant's soulless eyes burned with utter hatred. He would kill this pathetic piece of prey, slowly, painfully, and she would see, hear, and feel it all, every single bit of it. Drawing closer and closer to the multi-headed giant, Drakia struggled even more, seeing the red, black, and purple of the thing's chaos bolts gathering in its side maws, the middle still holding her up. The cunning of old snapping into her mind like lightning, the demented killer whipped her fleshless tail out, lopping it around all three heads. The skeletal noose tightened, and the gnarled skulls were pulled together, the chaos bolts of the left and right jaws slamming the central head between them! The Tyrant staggered back with a pained cackle, his central head pouring blood onto the forest floor where his own might had pierced it, the other heads taking in the sight with cries of alarm and fault.
Falling to the ground, a lash of her tail swinging her backwards, the Ash Queen bounced right off the ground and towards Ghidorah, her razor-edged spines jutting out like a rack of spears...
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Post by Blerhwave on May 6, 2012 16:22:27 GMT -5
yo mamma, 'Jones.
Tyrant Ghidorah uses the pain to power him in a retaliatory action- he grabs Drakia's neck in his left head, and clamps down with center and right onto Drakia's left shoulder and arm. For a normal kaiju, the ash would disgust the attacker, but the Ghidorah has ash and char built up in and around his gums and fangs, so the taste is nothing new to the elder demon of outerspace. If Drakia wasn't of the same material, she'd feel a cringing burn from the gunk entering her wounds.
As fangs penetrate flesh and render it gnarled, the original head to act-the left-unclamps and stares down Drakia's open gullet as she shrieks in distress. In all three mouths, energy of the utmost chaotic nature gathers together in purple, black, and crimson shades. Unintentionally, Drakia kicks her legs into the bare area of Tyrant Ghidorah's chest; her claws set in like a cat's, then rip out a chunk of flesh. Not rip out, exactly, but tear flesh that hangs from the open wound. Ghidorah is unhinged by the attack. He continues with his act of violence; he blasts the inside mouth of the Ash Queen, and the shoulder & arms at point blank range, eliciting satisfying howls of pain. Then with two heads clamped and acting like arms, the very first Ghidorah lifts his prey and slams her down... The force of the crash rattles Drakia's old bones. Pain travels up and down her body like an unwanted visitor. Ghidorah roars to the skies, and his very evil summons a lightning bolt to pass in the sky. The UCA's new prize is certainly exciting them and proving everything they've heard in lore about the bringer of death, and then some! Tyrant Ghidorah emits an eradic order of chirps as he stomps closer to Drakia. He rolls her onto her back before flapping his wings one time; just one time, yet he summons such a powerful maelstrom of air. The vicious wind gust blows Drakia back without an ounce of control at her claw tips; she rapidly approaches a tree the dimensions of the first one the two entered this fray among, about to slam right side-first into the midpoint of the tree's dense, jagged and rough bark...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 8, 2012 20:31:36 GMT -5
Her tail snapping around like the rotor of a helicopter, Drakia twisted in midair, her gnarled claws meeting the grooved bark instead of her charred flank. Digging her talons in deep and pressing against the wooden monolith, the burnt lizard clung to the tree, her chest heaving, her eyes wide, but her vertical grip on the great tree firm. Like a wet cat, the lithe reptile's flattened perch was secured by adrenaline and fright.
That needed to be fixed, decided Tyrant Ghidorah with a trio of sneers.
Taking off with a flex of his ungodly influence over gravity, the primordial hydra spewed golden lightning, twirling gravity bolts arching through the air. The jagged blasts carved a great arc through the forest, and then came down upon Drakia like divine judgment. The feline lizard's claws tore sap-spewing furrows in the tree trunk, the gravity on her increased by several atmospheres. A snarling groan came from the Ash Queen, her blackened limbs straining, her crisped hide crackling and leaking pus and blood. The Tyrant flew closer, closing in on his prey. The closer the dragon drew, the greater the weights on Drakia. The ashen killer was gasping now, struggling to breathe under the immense pressure, finding it even harder to keep holding on. Still spitting golden essence and laughing madly, Ghidorah swooped in, his clawed feet swinging out to smash into Drakia. If the little, extra crispy pests wouldn't fall, he'd just squash her! Muscles bulging, skin shredding, and eyes widening- not in fear or alarm, but in raw insanity- Drakia pushed herself past what she should have been able too and lashed out, actually leaping up against the intense gravity. The Tyrant's cackling ceased with a shocked chocking sound. The hydra hadn't know it, but the fires that laid waste to her mind and body had also burned away her limits. Drakia should have died that day, and because she didn't, she now spat in the face of Death.
Forepaw shooting up- even as black hide cracked and caved in, riddled with bloody spiderwebs- the Ash Queen struck!
Drakia's wicked claws punched through the bottom of Tyrant Ghidorah's jaws, the talons entering the maw of the right head. The Tyrant shrieked, one of the three cries muffled. As the hydra's increased gravity finally seized Drakia, the lizard's claws hooked into the roof of the right mouth. His once-was 'quarry' anchored to him, the Tyrant plunged too! The black horror and the ancient evil fell, locked together. Drakia's claws tore from the Tyrant's mouth, a thick gush of blood and pink flesh following them, but it was too late for the primeval dragon. Ghidorah struck the forest floor with an earth-shaking THUD! The entire woodland area trembled under the impact, 106,000 tons of flesh, blood, and bone rocking the terrain. Band together, the solidness of the ground and the weihght of gravity triumphed over the Tyrant, shattering the armor that encased his mandibles and splintering many of the thing's bared teeth. A high shrill came from the King of Terror, pain and anger churning in his scream. Drakia, by far the lighter of the two, had a much more pleasant landing, crashing down on all fours. Agony spiked up all fours legs, but the shock of it sent fresh new energy into the Ash Queen, a sort of anger at pain itself.
On her feet and pissed, Drakia was more than ready when the Tyrant reared his crowned heads.
Tyrant Ghidorah screeched in fury, blood and drool spilling from all three jaws, more like a disgruntled dog than a killer of worlds. The hydra tried to lunge down, blast Drakia with chaos bolts, pelt her with magma bombs, scorch her with his burning saliva, anything, but it was the lizard that lashed out. Rotating on her hip, the sneering huntress kicked out a hind leg. The clawed limbs slammed into the Tyrant's left jaw like a gunshot, and sent it snapping back with a spray of blood. The hideous head whipped back on its long serpentine neck, actually bouncing of the creature's armored back, cracking the protection on both. Before the pained bellow even finished exiting the three-headed thing, Drakia's skeletal tail cracked and its spurred tip was sent slashing towards the central head...
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Post by Blerhwave on May 9, 2012 12:59:25 GMT -5
The pain that occupies Tyrant Ghidorah is of little relativity to him. The tri-headed death bringer is too disgruntled over the monster that inflicted the damage- little. old. Drakia. To the Ghidorah, Drakia's tail will not connect. He will not let it; let her harm him, his tyrannical and arrogant self (like SpaceGodzilla). Ol' Ash Queen's tail is snatched up in the powerful jaws of the right head, and at the exposed bone ending, too, while at the same time, center head takes point at the left rear leg's knee/knee joints. The serpent's duo-of-heads compress with the unrestraint epitomized by him- the eldest of the three-headed species; the muscles of the jaws push the sharp, surgical "scalpels" (aka- the fangs!) as hard as the tyrant can, piercing Drakia's certain materials with surgical sharpness.
The Ash Queen cannot help but contort and thresh with her person, all while suffering the consequences of having the pre-prehistoric Ghidorah supplement her bone-ending tail with cosmetic blemishes; or specifically, with cracks- at first shallow, but with each passing grouping of seconds, with more force being applied through the bite, the small cracks start to widen a smidgen (not really really thick cracks mind you; can't have the tail be bitten off p: heh). Damage to her skeletal system itself has Drakia shrieking in a high pitched tone that clearly demonstrates the uncomfortableness. Tyrant Ghidorah actually cracks a smile with his free head waving in the air, chanting a single cackle during his attack. For the knee, the fangs infiltrate the rotten flesh and painfully strain the actual knee, a pain like nothing else (Drakia's situation puts her at an advantage, for her dead nerves do not feel the entire overwhelming brunt of the pain). With each increased bite, more blood trickles out. Drakia can feel Tyrant Ghidorah's tongue tickle her knee as it laps up blood during the brutalization. After seconds, she can feel her knee start to go numb from the overwhelming pain while nerves are severed and muscle torn open.
Tyrant Ghidorah is satisfied with his payback, so he releases Drakia to let her fall against the soil ground. The landing causes a single throb of pain from landing on her now-bad knee. She backs away but with a limp in her suffering knee. The tyrant of the universe readies his second attack, not wasting a single heartbeat to let the Queen of Ash to recover. All three heads angle themselves together and bombard Drakia with Chaos Bolts. Instead of three individual powerful beams of onslaught, they combine together to create one focused, super Chaos Bolt. It blasts Drakia in the chest, stripping the point of more flesh and throwing her back in the air only to crash back-first against a tree. She hits with such force, that one dorsal spine made of bone cracks off, and another bends, holding on barely. With one definite attack left to perform, Tyrant Ghidorah trampels forward with three heads leaning down, then he whips them up and diagonally to the left, crashing all three heads into the left shoulder of poor Drakia and sending her rolling to the side from the forceful collision (the move Ghidorah can do in Godzilla: Unleashed for the record).
One more attack, then it is Drakia's turn. But Drakia catches Ghidorah by surprise as she pushes through the pain of her limping knee and cracks her tail bone against exposed flesh on the Ghidorah's chest, cutting open a deep and nasty gash. She had reacted without thought, attacking with her injured limb which houses a few new [painful] cracks on impact. It was the price she pays to damage her aggressor. Ghidorah cackles with rage due to this little twerp continuing to land successful, painful hits and shedding his blood. His blood; his royal blood. Drakia is nothing compared to him, making the attacks she lands all the more painful (mentally/emotionally/to his pride), but retaliates by sending a triple wave of "Magma Bombs" at close range. The blazing projectiles waste no time in closing the short distance, a blink of the eye away from colliding with Drakia's chest...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 10, 2012 19:37:05 GMT -5
The trio of molten bombs slammed into Drakia's narrow chest, detonating and flinging the lithe killer back with a harsh yelp. Char and blood fell from the lizard's open breast as she crumpled to the ground almost a hundred meters away, her crisp hide shattered and her flesh cratered. Worse yet, the fiery burst sent waves of flames and ember across the crazed beast, coating her in scattered torches. Unable to feel the flames licking at her blackened hide, but able to see the fire's glow in the corner of her eyes, Drakia went berserk. The ashen creature pounced up and thrashed terribly, her fleshless tail slashing through the air, her limbs thrown out in all directions, her fanged head whipped back and forth, slaver flung from her howling jaws. The Tyrant was paused by this explosion action, this vicious show of raw emotion, but soon cackled greatly, his bell-like laughter making the leaves of the canopy tremble high above. The fear, the indignity... it was delicious to the three-headed dragon, a feast for his grim aurora. Drakia's terror, it feed the primordial hydra, a satisfying offering to the ancient evil. The wild flailing of the Ash Queen stopped dead. As the high-pitched laughter of Ghidorah reached her, Drakia froze in mid-flail and dropped straight to the ground, her neck twisted around towards the Tyrant with lips curled and eyes wide. The insane giant's slitted pupil shrunk down to near nonexistence, the black pit lost in a sea of amber madness.
With a furious yowl, Drakia flung herself at Tyrant Ghidorah!
The laughter was knocked out of the dragon as he was rocked back by the fury of a madbeast, Drakia slamming into his chest as a whirling mas of fangs and talons. The feline reptile's wicked claws found the unprotected chest of the hydra, the savage meat-hooks raking down the naked flesh there multiple times, each carving a trio of deep, blood furrows. The Tyrant shrieked in outrage, his twisted voice ringing through the woodlands. Hot blood gushed from his shredded breast, the meat there mulched and parted into ragged strips and ribbons that hung limply over the crimson crisscrossing of Drakia's claws. Tyrant Ghidorah punched out his great wings, the fan-like membranes churning the air powerfully, like the work of an oversized Japanese maiden. The fierce wings tugging at her thin form, tearing open her jagged fins, Drakia was blown from the larger titan's chest, although not without taking a few good hunks of meat with her, having hooked her talons into bleeding flesh as a last attempt to stay put. As the artificial hurricane swept her back, the lizard bouncing across the earth, tearing up soil and scattering fallen leaves, Drakia lash out with both back legs. The lean, muscular limbs slammed the forest floor and sent their cruel mistress high into the air, the wind providing the burnt horror with lift. Spreading what little remained of her spine webbing, Drakia was carried up and into the trees, disappearing into the branches of the super-tree that dominated the battlefield. The Tyrant sneered. The colors of decay crackled in his parted maws, and destruction danced across his soulless eyes. No surprises this time.
Jagged spears of crimson, violet, and black split the heavens, the chaos bolts assaulting the branches above them with no mercy. For every shifting shadow, every hint of movement, every rustling leaf, Ghidorah spat a dozen javelins of pure force, the wild arcs of power ravaging the canopy. The main trunk of the wooden monolith was practically unscathed, seeming to mock the Tyrant with its invulnerability, but the smaller limbs could boast no such thing. They were scorched and blasted badly by the chaos bolts, riddled with smoking gouges and splintered wounds. After a solid two minutes of vomiting the cosmic streaks, Tyrant Ghidorah ceased his merciless barrage, the branches above him damaged and blackened, the limbs groaned and creaking in agony. The armored hydra waited, for either a surprise attack by the tricky lizard or for the corpse of the lizard to tumble from the treetops. The Tyrant ran three forked tongues over three set of bared teeth. He desperately hoped for the later.
Clawed paws slammed down on a trembling branch, the sap-oozing limb snapping with a loud, sharp crrrrr-ack!
A great tree branch plunged from the super-giant, the enormous limb twice the width of one of the Tyrant's gnarled necks. Ghidorah screeched in alarm and attempted to move, gravity bending around him in a spherical field, but gravity struck back for once against the tyrannical beast. The massive limb hammered the space dragon's back at a nearly vertical angle, its entire weight snapping into the armored spine. Whether by sheer luck or incredible scheming, the branch had struck right on the crack formed when Tyrant Ghidorah's own head bounced from his armor. The boney covering already weakened some, the mass and speed of the limb proved too much, and the armor shattered! The Tyrant was slammed to the ground heavily, a trio of pained wheezes escaping his ugly mugs. Instead of having the impact spread equally across his shape by his tough armor, all the energy of the falling limb transferred into the hydra's bare flesh, a spike of force instead of a net, and it dropped him like a bag of bricks. The primeval terror chirped angrily, his sneering lips twisting and contorting in anger. A yowl- long and demented- broke the three-headed serpent's rage.
Falling from the canopy like an angel of death, Drakia plummeted towards Ghidorah's unprotected back!
The Ash Queen fell like a piece of night sky broken free and ready to avenge years of slavery, her yellow cat eyes crazed and her jaws wide open, saber-fang bared. The great saber-teeth struck before anything else, the rest of the lizard's weight coming down on them. Tyrant Ghidorah shrilled in suffering as Drakia's fangs were planted deep into his back, splitting his flesh like twin axes. The screams of pain increased in amount and volume as the ashen madbeast planted her paws firmly and heaved back, her black head rocking back and forth. Ghidorah was literally sawed into, Drakia's saber-teeth slowly cutting down his broad back. The hydra's armor was strong from the outside, but when assaulted from underneath, it cracked and shattered easily, plowed up in dirty ivory shards and chips. The Tyrant waved his heads about now, the draconic muzzles spitting magma bombs and chaos bolts, the terrain around the pair dotted by plumes of smoke and flames. Her foe now laid open at her feet, shoulder blades to hip, gory canyons pouring crimson, Drakia pulled her fangs loose and reared back, thin chest expanding. A great, ash-laden breath was forming in the killer's breast, the particulate gas meant to be breathed over the horrific wound, like salt in an open cut...
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Post by Blerhwave on May 14, 2012 14:26:31 GMT -5
Drakia breathed on the wound, alright, but did not have enough time to make it matter. Tyrant Ghidorah twists his right head's vision around to blast the vigorous feline off his back, not with a Chaos Bolt, but with a Gravity Bolt. She flies back, but lands against a nearby tree nimbly and pushes off with the use of her legs' muscles. She lands on the necks grouped together, and slashes at the center head. The first maneuver did not work, so Tyrant Ghidorah tries something a little more...drastic.
By means of the amassing fury, red bolts crackle around the Ghidorah and his body's cargo as he prepares to use his attack. Drakia is flung from the age-old hydra by his generated field of pressure. She soars through the air, body ravaged and feeling like all points (ever meter) were pounded at the same time by phantom fists, slamming into a hundred meter tall and 200 meter thick stump. She hits hard enough to emit a "crack," signifying the shift of bones. There were sharp branches jutting from her point of impact, sharp articles that pierce her back and break off the wood as a result of the Ghidorah's attack, making the damage not a separate attack itself. Ghidorah turns and faces his attacker, with a long cutfrom just above the right eye and traveling diagonally down. The seeing tool bleeds from damage to the cornea, but the eye is not the only slashed up part. The rest of his head soaks with blood that is building up, but Chaos Incarnate ignores his hefty injury by the focus on his anger and contempt towards the midget for besting him. Tyrant Ghidorah has done battle and defeated all types before his imprisonment, mostly large brutes of his stature- even larger. But Drakia is a fresh opponent, one he has never faced before. So small (and swift, notably), yet so capable and successful in causing damage to him like she has. Ghidorah's bell-like trumpeting snaps Drakia back to reality, her back is sore (and the inclusion of the sharp branches into her flesh annoyingly apparent). By means of those golden Gravity Bolts, Ghidorah picks up two trees without having to touch them (the dimensions of these ones are about 35 meters tall, 50 meters thick), and assaults Drakia from the left and right. The dense materials collide with her sides with the force added by gravity's manipulation. They crashed against Drakia fast enough to make them a blur, and unavoidable. As soon as they hit, blood erupts from Drakia's orifice like puss from a squeezed pimple.
Tyrant Ghidorah does not laugh, but growls, furious and enraged despite the success of his violence. His body starts to glow like a red sun, vapor of the same tint rising from him and around him. He focuses his anger, his violent nature and lifeforce, all into his feet. Without moving his wings, Tyrant Ghidorah shoots up and comes down like a meteor; a shockwave ensues through the ground as the energy injects into the earth. The result- fissures in the ground open up and belch magma, trees fall! Magma even bursts through the ground without a portal; they create their own barrel to shoot out of. The dry trees collectively catch fire, especially the trees immediately surrounding Drakia. She pulls her head from left to right, up, back left, diagonally down; in all[/i] directions. Flashes from her battle with Phenoraixa occupy her mind, giving birth to anxiety and fear (deliciously satisfying to the hydra, additionally). From right under the Ash Queen, a geyser of lava rockets up and captures her in its girth. The flow lasts four seconds, then it bubbles down. Drakia is covered in red-orange globs that sizzle as they singe her already-burnt flesh, creating new burns. She feels some of the pain, but her predicament protects her from the full brutality of the negative sensations.
The once-forest starts to accumulate foul sulfur in the air, killing off the fresh oxygen. Spouts of lava spuradically spurt from the ground, and the grass burns away until all that is left is dried wasteland-like ground. Her new coat of lava has her mind trapped in a maze, unable to navigate to the end, which in Drakia's scenario is clear thought. While she's engrossed in her fear (which continuously feeds the intergalactic predator), Tyrant Ghidorah gives one good flap of his wings to create a mass of air not unlike a shockwave. The gathering closes in on Drakia, about to knock the lack-of-sense further into the recesses of her mind...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 18, 2012 22:04:02 GMT -5
Drakai whined and whirled madly, her wild eyes streaking in every direction. Trapped. Trapped, she was trapped. Surrounded by split earth that spit fire and magma. Stuck in a cratered landscape that blazed with hatred and death. Stranded between flames and the bringer of flames. She was trapped. As Tyrant Ghidorah and his gust came down, the hydra's shadow falling across the burnt lizard like the angel of death, the insane reptile snapped her black head up, jagged lines of irritation cutting across her yellow orbs. The killer's permanent sneer drew back, revealing sickly gums and slavering fangs. The crazy, charred thing hissed hoarsely, her huge eyes stretching even further. Hurt and bleeding, caged by her greatest fear, and pinned down by a merciless foe, Drakia's already strained psych finally snapped.
With a low caterwaul of utter madness, the berserk Ash Queen sprung up like a demon straight from Hell.
The pulse of fierce wind came down, slamming against the pouncing lizard. The blast crunched and cracked burnt hide, blood and pus seeping from ashy fractures and new pain rolling over the lithe beast, but Drakia's only response was a snarl. The snapped giant was too far gone to be stopped so easily. With a resounding crack! of her fleshless tail, Drakia sent her dark form into a vicious spin, the predatory monster becoming a living drill of boney, gnarled talons and spines. Tyrant Ghidorah shrieked in shock, his great wings slamming the air. The boring projectile that was Drakia smashed into his gored chest with a hot spray of blood, fresh life essence pouring from the open breast, crimson staining shattered ivory armor. The primordial dragon fell back, his breast being shredded like paper under the fury of Drakia's claws. Wings flaring and gravity control extended, the three-head titan stopped his descent, but that was the least of his worries. Paws buried up to the wrists into the mulched flesh of her far larger foe, Drakia was anchored firmly to the Tyrant's chest, like a satanic tick fallen from the master of darkness himself.
Ghidorah moaned, agony radiating out from the lizard's claws. The pain spiked suddenly, and a shrill cry escaped three ugly maws as the Ash Queen hauled herself up, her hind legs swinging forward. The well muscled limbs shot forward like fleshy pistons and hammered both of the Tyrant's side heads, the armored that lined their jaws crushing inwards easily. Two muffled cackles and one warped howl tore through the canopy, Ghidorah's single consciousness rocked hard by the blow to two ports of intelligence, the central head ringing almost as badly as the right and left. Although it throbbed savagely, the middle head was not affected in a truly physical way, and was eager for vengeance. The great crowned skull leaned forward, molten rock and mantle churning in its gullet, a magma bomb forming in its bowels. The horned head began spitting up the explosive projectile, but Drakia spied the glow in its throat with a slobbering hiss. The unstable beast's skeletal tail arced up, hanging her her head for a moment, like a scorpion's stinger, before swinging down in a pale blur.
The dagger tip of the tail stabbed through the Tyrant's top jaws and into his mouth!
The ancient and experienced Ghidorah quickly realized what was about to occur, but it was far too late to stop it, a resigned murmur coming from the hydra. The magma bomb working its way up the planet-buster's throat struck the spurred tail tip and detonated in its creator's closed maw! Fire and snoke billowed from the Tyranty's nostrils, blood leaking from between clenched teeth. The primeval evil wailed, the volume of its terrible cries a testament to what it suffered. Jaws foaming and slavering, Drakia cracked her saber-toothed snout and lunged up, tail reeling her forward to slash at the Tyrant's three heads with her great fangs...
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