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Post by Blerhwave on May 20, 2012 16:23:24 GMT -5
Tyrant Ghidorah performs his concussive shockwave, sending Drakia unsuccessful and flying. He skids along the ground, collecting soil around his body to add to the pus, ash, and blood. But the sabertoothed feline gets right back up despite the blow she just took, one that rattled her very core. The soreness of her body is easily ignored, now in this frenzied state. The berserker rushes forward to pounce on the experienced hydra, but Tyrant Ghidorah entered an aerial state to avoid his opponent. Unfortunately, Drakia snaps her saber fangs around the Ghidorah's ankle and sinks in deep, tickling his ankle bone with thick penetration tools. Tyrant Ghidorah trumpets while looking down at Drakia, shaking his limb to remove her, to no avail. The following trio of gravity bolts do the trick, at least.
Drakia, The Ash Queen is removed (painfully, however), and is thrown into an oppen fissure. With one bolt holding her down, Tyrant Ghidorah closes the split earth with a second pair of gravity bolts, crushing Drakia. As if things are not bad enough, the fissure erupts with lava, which can't escape. It succeeds only in coating The Ash Queen, stimulating her rage. The tyrannical tri-headed dragon rips her from underground, shards of stone creating shallow cuts in her carcass, she is gentley placed against the ground- right in front of where Tyrant Ghidorah lands. Tyrant Ghidorah kicks up his left leg and bashes it into the side of Drakia, right where the ribs lay. The force of the blow shakes the skeletal structure, but Tyrant Ghidorah is not done yet. This was only part one of a combination attack. As Drakia is lifted into the air, Tyrant Ghidorah hovers up, and plants both feet into Drakia's side; one foot hits the ribs again, the other, almost hitting the kidney point-blank. Drakia flies backwards and slams into a large tree trunk. Her body shakes in a stunned state and she coughs up a dollop of blood from her internal (but not FATAL) damage, but her anger is untethered. Tyrant Ghidorah cuts down the tree (soaked with lava and pus from Drakia's burnt body) with triple Chaos Bolts, then watches as the object falls to crush Drakia underneath its girth, all while firing another triple assault of darkened energy bolts at Drakia's body...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 23, 2012 21:19:22 GMT -5
Drakia was sore and tired, half of her miseries from her old age rather than her opponent, but the once wily lizard was not quite done yet. Lean hind legs slamming the ground like twin catapults, the Ash Queen was sent flying into the air, her razor-edged talons hooking into the tree as she careened past it. Hauling herself behind the wooden monolith, Drakia used the very thing Tyrant Ghidorah hoped to crush her with to block his chaos bolts, the dark blasts of destruction exploding against the tree's trunk. The primordial hydra shrieked in outrage and stomped forward, ready to pound the falling tree with as much power as it took to render it- and Drakia- to shreds. But before the celestial dragon's wicked energies could even begin crackling in his savage maws, the Ash Queen made her move. Hurling all her weight to the side, the lithe lizard managed to tilts the plummeting tree to the side, its grand branches rotating. The largest of these limbs- a monster that stretched longer than two Drakias laid out end to end- swung straight into Tyrant Ghidorah, clobbering the planet-killer with more force that he had ever experienced before. Armor crater and a crimson starburst bloomed, streaks of red and ivory racing from the hydra's shoulder. The Tyrant collapsed to his side with a pained cackle, landing about the same time as the tree, the combined impact rattling the entire forest. Writhing in a boiling mixture of anger and agony, Tyrant Ghidorah attempted to rise, blood falling from his shoulder, chips of armor polluting the hot flow.
He was floored again as Drakia soared overhead, her hind legs ramming a broken branch down his central throat with a lightning kick.
The Tyrant gasped, crimson spewing from his middle head as it choked and gagged. The broken limb lodged in the elder evil's gullet was sharp and splintered, slicing open the hydra's soft pink flesh with its jaggedness. Drakia, who had landed far behind the suffering serpent, whirled around with a hoarse yowl. The feline reptilian's slitted eyes lusted for more bloodshed, for more pain. Howling her savagery up into the canopy, the Ash Queen charged! Her fierce cry alerted the Tyrant though, and one of his tails lashed out, its heavy tip catching the killer's chin. Drakia was hurled back, the brittle flesh lining her jaw shattered and stripped away, pus and blood bubbling up from beneath. Landing on her feet after only a single bounce, the psychotic giant pounced, soaring over Ghidorah's flailing tails and slamming into his back. With a pale flash, the burnt reptile's skeletal tails snapped up and struck the branch in the Tyrant's bleeding maw. Tyrant Ghidorah screeched terribly as the limb was driven even further down his throat, more crimson gushing from his central mouth.
Jaw slack and slaving at such sweet agony, the Ash Queen swung her vicious claws out, the gnarled meat-hooked aimed for Ghidorah's shoulder, now bare of armor and already gored...
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Post by Blerhwave on May 24, 2012 2:12:49 GMT -5
The tyrant of the Ghidorahs angles himself so Drakia's claws hook into a still-armored spot on the elder hydra, which she breaks into a splintered piece of bone-like structure from ripping away her body's weapons. Using a gravity bolt, Tyrant Ghidorah removes the tree limb from his throat, but even more splinters embed into the lining of his central throat. By this time, Tyrant Ghidorah is bleeding from numerous spots and devoid of his bone-like armor in several spots. Drakia proves herself to be ever so ferocious and determined to save her life. She has proven effective against the planet raper- too effective. Tyrant Ghidorah feeds off the violence that just ensued, even though it was against him. He channels his natural, ancient strength, and concludes that he will give Drakia not just a taste of her own medicine, but a double dose of it.
The monstrous reaper first streams the infamous purple noxious mist of his from each maw, ensnaring Drakia in it and forcing her to breath it in. She can't help but engage in a fit of coughing, doing it so hard that she vomits up blood. In addition, her entire body-inside and out-is exposed to the life-robbing vapor, which has the double effect of inflicting illness. In just a few blinks of the eye(s), Drakia's body feels extra fatigued, her sore muscles feeling like they're on fire,her body feeling weaker. Now with his victim seasoned, Tyrant Ghidorah picks her up with a gravity bolt and positions her so she's vertical in the air and her stomach facing the tri-headed dragon; at the same time, Tyrant Ghidorah picks up a monstrous log and renders it into innumerable splinter shards. With the use of double gravity bolts, the villainous entity fires them off at lightning speed, all while forcing Drakia to succumb to the increase in gravity to her body. As she's crushed, the splinters skewer her front side, tearing too easily through the soreness-amplified body- including her throat. They shred through the front and splinter into the back of her throat, exciting horrible pain to the Ash Queen whose body is quite ill.
Each puncture site draws small trickles of blood tracing downwards. The Tyrant ends his hold in order to cackle his dominance, despite the warm soreness accenting parts of his ravaged body. At the same time, Drakia's body too is rendered. Her old age makes the affects of the illness mist even more effective, and the pressure to her body even more painful (and what made it worse is the illness she was exposed to). Her very bones ache, pleading to rest. But the match is not done yet. It's nearing its end, but importantly, it's not done yet. Resisting her body's agony, Drakia stands up- just in time to meet with a trio of magma bombs. The first impacts her face, burning away flesh to expose small skeletal areas, and causing small "cracks" to echo. That very instance fed Ghidorah with precious suffering. The second struck her left shoulder, causing her to lose her posture, while the final explodes against the ground under her, the shockwave hitting her chest and aggravating the splinters embedded in her torso. With her in a weakened state right now (and still suffering the ill effects of the mist (though it's starting to wear off)), the tyrant of all Ghidorahs flaps his wings with dominant might, creating a sonic boom-like gust of wind heading straight for the downed Drakia...
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Post by Inferno Rodan on May 24, 2012 13:10:43 GMT -5
I'll call it after Hayes' next post.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 24, 2012 21:45:36 GMT -5
The blast of wind hammered Drakia's thin form like a medieval battering ram, hurling the aging monster away like something small and insignificant. The feline reptile smashed against the ground, tearing up soil and driving the many splinters lodged in his underside even deeper. A pained moan escaped the charred horror, and she reared with a gurgling hiss. The old giant trembled for a moment, then collapsed, her yellow cat eyes falling shut and her jaw hanging limp. Tyrant Ghidorah approached the downed killer with a trio of joyous cackles. Finally, victory! It had taken far too long and consumed far too much energy for such a measly speck in the universe, but the elder evil would be happy to drain her of the negative energies he craved, to torture her and feed off her pain until what little life she had left spilled from her wounds. He would be happy to watch her die.
As the armored hydra closed in on Drakia, his three heads grinning savagely, the ancient Ghidorah was unaware that slitted eyes still twitched under closed lids, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The Tyrant placed a heavy foot on Drakia's blackened corpse, the chaotic power of destruction churning in his gullet. The smug dragon was too enthralled in imaging the ways he would torment the old monster to feel her breath steadily beneath him, to feel her muscles bunch in preparation.
To feel that she was about to strike!
Fast as a lunging viper, Drakia's skeletal tail cracked! up, its spurred dagger tip slicing across all three of the Tyrant's throats. The primordial hydra could only gurgle as blood erupted from his three jugulars, his triple windpipe cut wide open and spewing crimson. To make matters worse, the elder Ghidorah's chaos bolts launched, exploding from his open throat like dark lightning. Miserable moaning became agonized shrieking as the hydra's flesh was rendered to ash by his own powers, the might of decay ravaging his slit throats. Yowling wildly as she was flecked with her foe's flesh and blood, Drakia sprung up. The psychotic giant's saber-teeth found the Tyrant's unarmored chest, and the great oral blades slid easily into the bare flesh there. Ghidorah screamed in outrage, his crowned heads flailing and chaos bolts crackling. Half of the jagged projectiles tore from his open throats, furthering the damage to them, but the granddaddy of all Ghidorahs was too pissed to care at this point. All he wanted was Drakia dead at his feet. The Ash Queen seemed to laughed at his wishes with a muffled howl into his bleeding breast. She had continued besting the Reaper so far, there was no chance she would stop so easily! In fact, not only would she going to keep spiting the Reaper, she was going to teach this hulking peon who was truly the the twisted one here.
With a twist of her black head, the ashen mistress pulled a huge chunk of bleeding meat from Tyrant Ghidorah's chest!
Drakia dropped to the ground as her larger foe screeched in misery, crimson spurting generously from his open breast. Making sure at least one pair of the hydra's soulless eyes could see her, the lithe predator chewed the hunk of flesh slowly, letting its succulence dribble messily from her mouth, hot blood and juices running down her jawline and trickling from her chin. Furious cackles were her answered, and with a sneering half-grin, Drakia swallowed the piece of Ghidorah. The Tyrant bellowed in berserk rage, and tried to charge forward, but between blinding anger and severe blood loss, the armored serpent tripped over his own feet. With a long wail, the Tyrant plunged. Drakia snarled as the ancient evil's shadow fell over her, the Tyrant threatening to crush her to a pulp. Doing all she could manage in one last act of defiance. the Ash Queen whipped her spines up like boney spears, letting Ghidorah fall upon them.
The forest shuddered as Tyrant Ghidorah crashed into the ground, Drakia sandwiched beneath him.
Multiple pools of dark blood spilled out from beneath the primeval dragon, Drakia's razor fins stabbed deep into his chest and midsection, some nearly raking the armor on his back. Drakia herself was not unharmed, smashed under the weight of a far heavier monster. The old female wheezed, blood on her breath, but still triumph in her eyes. The feline reptile spat hatefully. At least she wasn't skewered!
Collapsed together, Drakia and Tyrant Ghidorah both stirred. Both were making to rise, but only one would rise the victor...
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Post by Inferno Rodan on May 25, 2012 14:37:44 GMT -5
As the two monsters struggle to their feet, the voice of the UCA rolls through the forest.
"ATTENTION! Cease combat at once! Tyrant Ghidorah has been declared the winner of this match! Congratulations! Now report back to your quarters immediately!"
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It was really close, but Tyrant Ghidorah just had that little extra to give him the win, mostly due to his armor. Drakia sure as hell didn't make it easy for him though. AWESOME match guys, and it would've been a fitting farewell match for 'ol ashface.
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Post by Blerhwave on May 25, 2012 14:44:00 GMT -5
I'm confident you'll give her a fitting farewell with Sucho, IR. set up the thread whenever you want (or i will), and i'll happily ref.
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Tyrant Ghidorah roars in as much rage as his body is bloodied and without armor in several places. He does not even aknowledge the voice. He starts trumpeting forward, gathering chaos energy in his maws.
"Quick, recall him! He'll kill Drakia!"
As per his orders, a controller flips a switch and Tyrant Ghidorah is teleported back to his plain quarters. He blasts the wall with Chaos Bolts and Magma Bombs. Unfortunately, the wall remains unscathed. Tyrant Ghidorah starts attacking his containment conditions in a fit of rage and resistance.
"Sir, will the room hold up?"
"Yes, we specially built it for him."
But for how long?
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Great match Hayes. Drakia is just the ego-check Tyrant Ghidorah needed p:
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 25, 2012 15:52:53 GMT -5
(Likewise, it was a fun David vs. Goliath-type thing.)
With her murderous foe gone, Drakia slowly rose, her old bones rattling. The burnt reptile leaked blood all across her body. Crimson trailed from her jaws, her underbelly, her ribs, and her throat especially. Pus smeared her black form, the sickly paste rolled with bits of ash and char. The old female's limbs trembled under her weight, and her breath was quick and ragged.
But the eyes of the lithe killer burned hot as coals.
Raising her fanged head, Drakia gave the most savage sneer to ever been seen on a living thing, a curled-lipped grimace that would look more natural on a gargoyle or Aztec carving. A hiss- loud and bubbling- peeled from between the unstable killer's jaws, and her eyes flashed in the scattered light of the canopy. Even in only partial shade, the treetops ravaged by Tyrant Ghidorah and his destructive powers, those venom yellow orbs seemed to glow like spots of cold fire.
The Ash Queen had been deprived of proper prey for far too long. Her next foe would not simply be an opponent- he would be a victim. A bloody scrap of meat ripe for devouring. Prey, crippled and helpless.
Thoughts of death and gore running through her twisted mind, Drakia threw back her head a yowled, a long howl that left her maw like the screech from a damaged trumpet. Even as the flash of the teleportation beam descended to whisk Drakia back to her quarters, the ashen beast left a promise.
A promise for blood. A promise for death.
The promise of the Ashe Queen!
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