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Post by Blerhwave on May 23, 2012 19:47:40 GMT -5
Thoralax, Holder of the Title "Tag Team Champion" A G A I N S TIcy Fire Ghidorah, The Ghidorian Hero Ref: OmegaRexy24 Arena: Arctic Intro: Fresh from reforming her avatar after the UCA's Tag Team Tournament, Thoralax finds herself called upon again for battle. This time, she is teleported to the Arctic arena, a new battlefield for her. She is transported to the arena and standing against the ice ground, her vines in action, weaving around themselves (more for a badass stance than anything else, since her vines have yet to be damaged; she has yet to be attacked or start a fight). Unbeknownst to her, Thoralax is about to face a fellow extraterrestrial dragon, and he's a hero, to boot.
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Post by Omegarex24 on May 23, 2012 19:56:36 GMT -5
I hope this will be interesting. Post intros.
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Post by dragonangel7 on May 23, 2012 19:57:56 GMT -5
A beam of light descended upon the frozen ground. The beam stopped and revealed a Ghidorah with his eyes closed. The ice seemed to sizzle with his very touch. He opened his eyes and glared at his opponent. He opened his eyes even wider and said “excuse me sir but I seem to be lost could you tell me which way I go to get to monster island”? The plant dragon glared at Ghidorah with hatred. The three headed hero seemed a little confused. Then his eyes opened wide and he said “holy cow, you are a girl. Man I feel stupid. No hard feelings about the whole sir thing, right”? A soul piercing glare told him she wasn’t in a forgiving mood. Changing his stance to a battle position the three headed hero said “fine be that way. I just hope after I win, that you find it in your heart to forgive me”.
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Post by Omegarex24 on May 23, 2012 20:02:40 GMT -5
MONSTERS...FIGHT!
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Post by Blerhwave on May 23, 2012 23:00:50 GMT -5
Thoralax keeps her hollow eye sockets fixed on the second monster. A Ghidorah. Thoralax is not particularly fond of the Ghidorah kind; but she's never quite encountered a Ghidorah like this before...ever. The Ghidorah clan are typically gold-scaled terrors...this one is not gold, but instead, scarlet and blue. Probably the most important/noticeable difference? This King Ghidorah is not a villain, but instead, a hero. The notion of a Ghidorah being a hero has never even been considered possible, but here breaths and lives the exception to the rule.
While Thoralax is not a villain, she's not a hero, either; she's neutral. Perhaps the fact that she is neutral exceptionally aggravates Icy Fire Ghidorah, because his current quarry, while not evil in nature, has a choice, and she chooses not to be a guardian when she clearly could be. Now it's decided- Icy Fire Ghidorah will attack this violent space dragon, will conquer her with all of his might and power bestowed upon him by Heaven. Win or lose, he will punish Thoralax with heaven's tenacity!
The battle begins with a trumpeting roar from the cryo-inferno hydra. Being her inquisitive self, Thoralax just stands; she just exists, being her inquisitive self and studying the opposite organism, giving Icy Fire Ghidorah more than enough time to attack first. And attack first, he does. Poised to strike, Ghidorah enters into a trample forward, and uses all three heads to execute his "Triple Slam" attack. It connects with The Great Space Dragon, sending her skidding along the ice about 100 meters, but her vines anchor into the ice of the land they're duking it out on, stopping her slide.
As an after-effect of the attack, Icy Fire Ghidorah is dazed, and Thoralax notices. She readies to do what is possibly the worst thing she could do to the dragon- make the disorientation worse. Thoralax's wings start to glow and shed energized pollen, as similar pollen exits from the core of her body, out of the depths of her vines. With a number of stiff wing flaps, Thoralax propels the powder and surrounds Icy Fire Ghidorah with it. The spores cling to his body and become breathed in, so that the pollen clings to the wall of his throats. This is not harmful pollen, at least physically; it is Thoralax's Hallucination Powder, which attacks and warps the mind (but due to its lack of damage, only augmenting disorientation, it is not considered an attack).
While he's dazed, the Ghidorah starts to hallucinate, adding to the graveness of his mind's situation. It starts by the illusion of several Violent Vegetative Lifeforms existent on the battlefield. Then, the battlefield's image starts to warp, first into a volcanic region (the Ghidorah even feeling the heat of lava), then to a large forest, then finally into a city landscape with the ground covered in snow and the smell of sulfur from the volcanic region filling his nose. Several other mirages appear in the form of kaiju. Baragon, the Xillians' Gigan, SpaceGodzilla, even some of his Ghidorah brethren- Grand King Ghidorah, Mecha King Ghidorah. Monsters such as Varan, Ebirah, and King Kong even formulate out of thin air. Icy Fire Ghidorah is rendered defenseless by the augmentation to his disorientation.
Now, it's Thoralax's turn to attack.
For her first molestation, Sporecore takes to the skies and performs several aerial acrobatics, all to maximize her momentum. Once she's ready, she swoops down and travels towards Icy Fire Ghidorah, who sees her as a massive inky blob in his hallucinogenic state. Thoralax initiates a fly-by, raking her razor edged wings through the heroic dragon's right side and prompting a messy spray of ichor onto the pure colored ice. To make matters worse, part two of the first attack connects- a sonic boom. Whenever an object surpasses Mach 1, a sonic boom is formed; this scenario is no different. The series of pressure waves crack against the Ghidorah, warranting a second spray of blood from the deep incision in his side, creating more soreness, and sending the creature tumbling against the ice (which in Icy Fire Ghidorah's eyes, is a mass of writhing tentacles). Once he stops, the hero rises to his feet, relieved that the hallucinogen's effects are wearing off; the other kaiju mirages he has been seeing start to flicker from view, and the view of ice is returning to his sight. Still, he rises to his feet, body sore from the concussive blast of pressure, and his gutted side alive with warm and pungent pain.
For her next trick, Thoralax swoops down to in front of the heroic Ghidorah with the vines of the right arm clenched into a fist. Sporecore starts with rearing the appendage back, then sends it outwards with force, successfully landing a right hook to all three heads (and in a row). Icy Fire Ghidorah stumbles back, but maintains balance. All three necks flail in the air, plagued by a headache now and dazed once more from the stiff blow by a strength-filled appendage. The first two heads in the row (the left and center heads) spit out a dollop of blood mixed with saliva, and the center and right head spit out dislodged fangs (two from the central head, one from the right head).
Thoralax wails over success, but does not give this antagonist time to recover and/or retaliate. To further the torture, Violent Vegetative Lifeform lets her five chest seeds eject from their embedded status in the chest's space rock, where they surpass the chest's exterior (near the base of the necks) a short distance (for the attack to work, the seeds don't need to penetrate deep; just deep enough, which they have done). Surging to life with energy bolts, the seeds go to work performing their purpose; the "Leech Seeds" start integrating Icy Fire Ghidorah's life energy into their controller's body. Starting from the implanted seeds, bolts of the Ghidorah's life force travel along their lengths and assimilate into Thoralax's body. She groans in pleasure as her enemy fuels herself. With each passing second, the Ghidorah hero grows weaker and weaker.
Before she can rob Icy Fire Ghidorah of his life and end the match prematurely (which would break the UCA's rules), Thoralax calls off the attack and retracts her Leech Seeds. The Ghidorah instantly falls to his knees, then onto his front, and starts convulsing. His flesh and scales have taken on a pale tint; an effect of stealing the target's life energy. For her final onslaught, The Great Space Dragon picks up the weak kaiju with only her right arm (showing off her appendage's strength at the same time as she prepares for the final attack of her turn), she throws Ghidorah down, attempting to slam him hard into the ice...
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Post by dragonangel7 on May 24, 2012 6:10:36 GMT -5
Ghidorah hit the ground with bone shattering force. Chucks of ice and snow flew upward and rained down upon him. For a moment or two the young Ghidorah stood unmoving. Thoralax began to wonder if she hit him to hard. Then the ground began to slither towards the wounded dragon as ice began to enter his body through his mouth. Ghidorah’s eyes snapped open as he rose to from the ground no longer in a playful mood. He opened his mouth and spoke “first I can absorb cold or hot energy to restore my power. Second it’s a shame what I am about to do to you, you would have made such a great guardian”.
Ghidorah fired a powerful blast of his frozen-flame at the vegetative life form. The blast struck hard in the leg, rapidly cooling and heating vines. The extreme temperature changes began to destroy some of the vines that comprised her. Thoralax fell to one knee. Ghidorah narrowed his eyes as he saw some of the vines begin to rebuild. Letting out another blast of fire he melted the ground underneath her and exposed the ocean under the ice.
Thoralax tried to fly away from the water when she felt something hit her back hard. Flying behind her Ghidorah executed a triple slam into her back knocking her into the icy water below. With a splash the plant dragon was swallowed up by the see. Ghidorah let out a blast of his unforgiving cold straight towards the plant dragon intent on freezing her into the salty water…
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Post by Blerhwave on May 24, 2012 9:42:32 GMT -5
WOW, nice post. To be honest, I wasn't expecting such a post from you; I don't think anyone was. Even did some nice moves to my dragon. Keep up the good work.
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A concentrated blast of epic heat passes through the water (amazingly unaltered by the cold temperature of the aqua) and clashes with the blast of cold. While the two beams are locked, one trying to outdo the other, Thoralax bursts from the water while keeping her forehead laser angled against the young Ghidorah's beam weapon. Steam rises from her body due to exposure to the salt water, a toxic substance to all plants (Thoralax's extraterrestrial vegetation being no different). The Great Space Dragon swiftly flies to a different point, calling off her heat weapon; Ghidorah does the same to his energy projectile.
Icy Fire Ghidorah wastes no time in attacking once more, after all, he's seen what can happen when Thoralax has the edge. At first he travels at Mach 1, then increases by half a mach, then sustains a speed of Mach 2. He rams into Thoralax with force- rather, he clips her with a ram as he flies by, letting his sonic boom he's dragging connect and knock her to the ground. As Ghidorah stops to hover and observe his handiwork, he watches Thoralax's disbanded body fall to the ground against snow. A heap of vines lay adjacent from space rock, and her skull-like head is to the lower right. Icy Fire Ghidorah takes this as a sign of victory, but he counts his chickens before they hatch (that famous human expression). What Thoralax or her body is, is simply an avatar for the spores inside of her center, the real live organisms. The external is just parts, able to have that done to them.
For her attack, The Great Space Dragon ejects her specialized crystals and brings them into the ring formation with a center gem. As the formation hovers over to the Ghidorian (heh, made up mah own word p:) hero, it sparks to life with a multitude of colors, crackling with a sort of electricity all converging on the center space gemstone. Npw, Thoralax's weapom os readu/
A thick bolt of "Space Thunder" ventures from the crystal in the center (still having the others channel to it) and blasts Icy Fire Ghidorah in the chest. He lets it happen, expecting to absorb the heat from the energy projectile, but there is none. The special etraterrestrial electricity may cause burns, but somehow is not heat-based, so Ghidorah ends up letting Thoralax's formation attack him and leave an X degree burn on the chest, sore and radiant. The maser-like beam strafes downwards, ultimately (and painfully) attacking the side's incision from the razor wings of Sporecore. Ghidorah tries to hold in a yelp, but fails. The formed pain is pungent and superior. The wound is cauterized, and the outer edges are reduced to burnt, grainy flesh and dry blood.
Thoralax took the time during her attack to reform, but instead of calling her precious gems back, she opts to use them for an attack again. Having ended the beam, the circle remains in formation and continues to crackle with life (in the outer ring; the center stone returns to reform with Thoralax's avatar). Now spinning ferociously, the energized makeshift buzzsaw rams high speed into the lacerated-but-closed-up side, opening the wound once more and adding to the painful stimuli with the active energy charged at each stone. Blood and meat scatters while the saw continuously spins, tearing up flesh and drawing as much blood as it can.
Before long, Ghidorah blasts the formation with a projectile, which gets reflected off the stones, but inspires Thoralax call back her items. They separate and return to points scattered around her avatar. Sporecore moans in the midst of battle, her cry baring resemblance to Biollante's. She generates a mass of fundamentally black energy that's joined by ashy gray surges. Spreading her wings and arms while standing (call it posing), Thoralax blasts her sparring partner's injured side with the might of her Negative Energy Beam.
The area grows cold. Not like the elemental cold, which Icy Fire Ghidorah can handle (hence his name), but a cold sort of void feeling. The injury decays rapidly; each second passing, it ages about decade, including the flesh and scales. The injury literally becomes decayed and rots, and the injury's blood starts to dry and be replaced by old pus. Now the injury is plenty painful, and the Ghidorah is in exceptional pain. Thoralax, still with negative energy focused in her parted jaws, fires another beam of Negative Energy, this time aiming for Icy Fire Ghidorah the Hero's chest or stomach...
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Post by dragonangel7 on May 24, 2012 18:45:15 GMT -5
Ghidorah takes a leap into the air avoiding the attack by a few inches. Landing on the ground with earth shattering force the hero glared at the plant dragon, noticing the steam from the salt water he smiled and said “you don’t like the salt water, do you? Well if you don’t, you are going to hate this”.
Using his elemental power, the salt water flew out of the ocean and formed into massive sharp icicles on the tips of his wings. In a blur of red and blue the heroic dragon flew past the plant monster and slashed her neck drawing bacteria filled blood. The wound began to steam from the salt water residue. Thoralax growled and flew up easily catching up to the heroic dragon. In a blur a deep cut was imbued in the three headed hero’s back. Screeching in pain the hero looked and saw the plant demon right behind him. “That is it” yelled Ghidorah. “I officially hate vegetables”!
Quickly turning around Ghidorah slashed at the plant monsters stomach. Some icicles broke off leaking salt water into the beast. Then a sonic boom slammed into the plant dragon pushing the salty icicles deeper into her stomach. Both dragons slammed into the ground. Ghidorah looked at her and said “you really are unaware of my power are you”? Thoralax glared and remained silent. Ghidorah glared back and said “I know your problem. It’s too cold to think. Luckily I have just the thing to warm you up”.
A beam of light rained down upon Ghidorah. Unlike the previous beam that brought him here, this one completely vaporized any snow or water that it made contact with. All the energy was sucked into Ghidorah’s three maws. He turned a burning yellow and the very air was distorted around him. He opened his three mouths but instead of talking a powerful stream of fire came. Thoralax cried out in agony. Her outer most layers of vines were being burnt away by the burning vengeance. The second layer barely surviving even with fire retardant spores. As the attack stopped she fell to one knee barely able to stand. She was lucky, had that gone any longer her core could’ve been damaged. She turned and saw to her shock all the ice behind her that went on for miles gone. It had been melted away. Ghidorah glared at her and fired his unforgiving cold hoping to immobilize the kaiju before she could recover…
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Post by Blerhwave on May 24, 2012 19:57:09 GMT -5
Thoralax abandons her physical form and retreats as the spores that are her life's essence. The blast of cold fires past where Thoralax was standing, but having abandoned her avatar, her body was not at the proper height, so the attack misses. For now, she reforms her body parts into the whole being, and rises up. After entering the air, she seemingly retreats from the Ghidorah hero, over to a glacier about 800 meters out. She perches on it and slams her vine-comprised fist through it before letting her appendage unravel and start absorbing the fresh water that makes up a glacier. Cool relief begins to travel through her vines, giving them a fresh feeling and the strength to continue.
From over yonder, Icy Fire Ghidorah unleashes a maelstrom of hot bolts from all three maws, cutting down the glacier and raking Thoralax's back with heat. Thoralax patiently turns to glare back at her attacker. She growls while opening up her cobra-like hood, then flies forward with speed and precision. Once she makes it to Icy Fire Ghidorah, her tail's orifice snatches the center head's throat and she pulls up, all at Mach 3. The force of the jerk to the hydra's neck/throat nearly snaps it, but he is lucky; this time. Though, when you consider it...infectious bile entering his body through his throat, his shredded skin starting to necrotize, and the feeling of an inferno set internally (just the category of pain it is putting him through), how lucky could he be?
Once she pulled up, the sonic boom naturally created from her flight velocity and trailing behind her crashed into a great wall of snow and ice, cratering the front and causing a minor avalanche with the formation. Thoralax remains airborne for several seconds, letting the Ghidorah dangle and his flesh be pulled apart by gravity as horrific looking fangs render his flesh and scales easily. The site of the bite marks has turned black now from flesh decaying, and it is ever-so-sensitive. Our instance's hero can't help but cough up semi-healthy blood, a combination of dark red and black. By this time, Ghidorah's chunk of flesh is mutilated- too butchered to hold on, and gravity rips it right out. Ghidorah plummets but regains aerial composure. The Great Space Dragon's tail chews on the flesh like it has a mind of its own, poison dripping from its maw.
Now, let's recount. Thoralax yanked Ghidorah from the ground so hard and fast that she nearly snapped his neck, her tail's bile poisoned the center head's throat and rendered the flesh infected and sensitive, and from hanging in mid-air, gravity beckoned hard enough to separate the hefty chunk of flesh from his throat. He's starting to enter into rough shape, and the match has just begun.
For her next attack, Thoralax swoops down to meet with Ghidorah, being so bold as to stop right in front of the beast. Before he can do anything in terms of payback, Sporecore reaches out with her insect arm and snaps her pincers shut around the left head's throat this time. The jagged points surpass flesh and scales with a "crunch," and the bulbs of the appendage snake out from their resting spot to attach to Icy Fire Ghidorah's surface- specifically, right where the jugular rests below. The limb injects its payload of fluids directly into the bloodstream via that jugular vein, fluids that turn out to be pure corrosive acid. Ghidorah howls in agony as he's burned from the inside, suffering sharp internal pains as his system is flushed with the harmful chemical. It just takes a few moments to inject a most-effective amount, then Thoralax backs off. The Hero of the Ghidorah Clan is forced to land, and drops down to his knees in utter suffering, while Thoralax darts down once more and lands a solid right hook/kidney punch to the injured right side, sending a dominant torment flooding from that spot and temporarily immobilizing the hero of the Ghidorahs. The infected wound sprays open with fresh blood to the extraterrestrial dragon's satisfaction. With one more attack at her disposal, Thoralax gently kicks Icy Fire Ghidorah into the arctic temperature'd water. The salt of the liquid starts to mix with open wounds, inciting sharp painful sensations; the longer he remains, the more painful it is gonna get...
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Post by dragonangel7 on May 24, 2012 20:43:22 GMT -5
The heroic dragon stays in the water despite it stinging his wounds. The corrosive acid in his blood was being cleansed by the salty water. He felt actually much better but still too pained to move. He decided to reflect on his reputation. Ever since he saved that Mothra egg and changed, he was given unimaginable power. Finally after all this damage done to him in a short amount of time he began to wonder if he was worthy. Then his eyes opened wide. NO HE WAS WORTHY. Now he will make this beast pay for giving him these thoughts. The icy water slowed around him. The cold was absorbed and gave him new energy. Then ice began to form all over his body. It covered up wounds and uninjured spots. The ice began to form powerful armor also. It built up on his fangs like reinforced cold steel. The horns on his head were covered in icy spikes. Two flail like attachments were attached to his twin tails. Elemental power sure had its advantages. It was time he hit this monster where it hurt. It’s core.
Bursting out of the water the armored Ghidorah slams the ground triggering a small earthquake. Flying straight for the monster Ghidorah did a triple slam and stabbed salt water spikes into the plant monster. The wounds began to sizzle as he pushed even further into her chest. The plant beast cried out in horror as it felt icy fangs touch the one thing that held it together. Her core. Biting down hard Ghidorah felt the ice fang extensions begin to crack. Using all his power he held the extensions together long enough to actually do something that was thought impossible. He had actually dug through the rock and chipped off a small piece of the core. The plant dragon cried in pain and clasped Ghidorah around the back of the left neck with her flytrap tail. Lifting him up, she flung the dragon away but groaned as she felt her tail sting from the salt ice armor.
Ghidorah landed on his back panting. Creating even the tiniest chip in that core took a lot of power. Luckily heaven had a limitless supply to offer and so did this ice. Getting up slowly Ghidorah took a good look at this monster. It reminded him a lot of himself before his transformation. He used to be a ruthless killer. Attacking and slaughtering anything for his own survival. Now another monster like this was present but one thing separated it from him. Unlike Thoralax he was able to feel emotion and think about good and bad. But this monster doesn’t have a conscious and that is why he will defeat. No matter the cost he will beat this monster, not for him but to protect everyone he cares about. Even if they betray him he will be there… in the end… no matter what. But he knew it was not just because of that. He wouldn’t admit it but he had and always will have a burning love for Mothra. He will stop at nothing to keep her safe. And defeating this dragon is part of keeping her safe. Channeling his energy into his left and right heads he prepared to perform a risky combo. Fire and ice were both equally destructive so when combined they create a force to be reckoned with. From his left head unforgiving cold spewed forward while the right head unleashed burning vengeance. The two attacks struck Thoralax with unmerciful force. She was engulfed in an icy inferno and cried in agony. Pain filled her mind as some of the space rock protecting her damaged core began to crack. The dragon fell barely able to rise. She was now just as injured if not even worse than the three headed hero. She looked up and saw several kaiju-sized icicles of salt water darting straight towards her intent on skewering her…
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Post by Blerhwave on May 24, 2012 21:17:47 GMT -5
She loosens her right arm so that the icicles could slide through without cutting, but, their salt water property acts like a corrosive against her vines. She tightens her arm and snaps them, then propels her leech seeds into the Ghidorah's chest. Once again, she borrows his energy to sustain herself, but this time holding the leeching for a little bit longer, which is dangerous for Icy Fire Ghidorah. Once enough energy has entered her body, she retracts her cables, and the stunned and pale Ghidorah falls to his knees. Thoralax wails before blasting Icy Fire Ghidorah's central, infected neck with her Negative Energy Beam. The extraterrestrial-in-origin energies ages the infected site, bringing it to a dangerous state and augmenting the pain he feels tenfold. She focuses the beam for some seconds, then focuses it against the Ghidorah's face, causing it to weaken and grow old. For her next attack, she calls out her space gems and forms a circular [energized] saw with them. The makeshift cutting tool, while spinning, digs into the Ghidorah's center head's lower jaw, then slowly travels down the neck line, slicing it open wide. The jaw is dislocated and missing most of its flesh, and the neck is pouring out ichor. Now Thoralax trudges forward and wraps her vines around the center head, constricting ever so tight while discharging energy bolts into the open wound. Sparks fly from the energized constriction tools, squeezing the life and breath of that Ghidorah's head. The deep ravine is cauterized, the edges of thrashed flesh burnt and coated with ash, and the whole inner neck burned. Such a violent kaiju, Thoralax is. She's able to hold her own against the hero. Now, Thoralax brings her irritant pollen to the field, and coats Icy Fire Ghidorah's body in the burning pollen...
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Post by dragonangel7 on May 25, 2012 6:24:24 GMT -5
Ghidorah writhed on the icy ground using every bit of will he had in him not to scratch. Gently closing his ice he relaxed and focused the ice around his environment. Ice, ice was his element, and he was ready to use it. Thoralax watched, very confused about why the dragon wasn’t scratching himself to death. The plant stumbled back as the ground began to move towards Ghidorah. Thousands of tons of ice began to bury him as he absorbed all of its energy. More and more ice was absorbed with only its cold energy being used. Ghidorah seemed like a vacuum sucking in everything that was cold. Soon gallons of salt water entered his throat. As the snow cleared Ghidorah was revealed to be nearly healed. His head which now looked old was revived and given back a youthful look from his power Missing scales were replaced ones of ice to protect any open wounds. These scales were salt water also so he could sting with a single touch. Icy armor built up around him ready to protect him as he glared at his opponent.
Without a word dozens of icicles were launched at the plant beast. However something was wrong with these icicles. There was a bubble of orange in them. It was concealed fire. Loosening her form once again some of the icicles had missed. However there were simply too many and many of the salty icicles pierced her vines. The plant groaned as she was burnt by the saltwater but then part two of the first attack took place. The bubble of fire inside opened up and all the fire traveled through her body and burnt her alive. Then the plant beast moaned as she felt flames lick the rocky armor of her core. Some of the fire entered inside and began to burn the one thing keeping her together. However some of the fire did nothing for some odd reason. However it being an extension of Ghidorah’s mind he focused. Then large columns of fire burst from the inside of Thoralax and peaking out the outer layer vines. Thoralax cried out as she was dried from the inside out.
She was beginning to lose focus and concentration; her arms creaked and groaned because they were dried out. She flew up and landed behind Ghidorah and launched her leech seeds. They imbued deep in the ice armor and began to drain water. At first she felt relief but then she fell back in agony. She had sucked up the salty ice covering the hero and now it ran in her very veins. Slowly limping towards a large chunk of ice she slammed a vine through it and began to suck in fresh water. However she had completely forgotten about her leech seeds which Ghidorah had torn apart while she got water. Turning around to see the enraged hero she charged. “Man you are a hothead; thankfully I have what you need to cool off”. Opening his maws he launched out millions of salt water ice shards each burrowing deep in her vines…
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Post by Blerhwave on May 25, 2012 10:48:51 GMT -5
Thoralax's core is three or four energy spheres; spores. they are what keep the rock and the vines together. just correctin' ya. also, be careful with 4 attacks. something like constricting as one example is okay, but your attack you did, doesn't make for one of those that you can do what you did. just watch for that in the future ^.^
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The ice shards create shallow cuts in her greenery and burns, but Thoralax unravels quickly to make the damage minimul (and success!). Time to attack her sparring partner, now.
Thoralax exits the land mass to fly over the ocean and comes to a stop above a thousand meter tall, 800 meter thick floating glacier (a freshwater one). She pushes her razor edged fingers through it to get a good grip, and using her arm's mighty strength, actually picks up the article! With a few spins, she buildings up momentum so that as she removes her hold, the object goes soaring through the sky, and crashes pointed edge-first into Icy Fire Ghidorah's chest. The cold does no damage, but being struck by the mammoth weapon, that pushed him into a solid ice wall and caused it to avalanche all over the Ghidorah, did plenty of harm. The fractured pieces of ice looking like diamonds cover the hero, distorting his image underneath them through the clear chunks. Where the point struck, it shallowly pierced Ghidorah's stomach, drawing slow blood seepage.
Thoralax flies over to her enemy's temporary resting spot and ensnares him in her arm vines, as well as leg vines, squeezing good against his side injury, stomach damage, throats, etc. The Great Space Dragon begins to pump her fellow dragon full of raw energy. Hefty damage is inflicted while vines constrict the sore side, the stomach injury, the center neck sliced open, and the infections in the certain spots make the pain worse. Steam pours out of the open injuries being introduced to the energy as they burn and fluctuate with agony. Making things worse is the choking going on; Ghidorah wheezes for air, but none will enter to his lungs. They can't.
Thoralax releases her coils but immediately clamps onto the base of Ghidorah's third neck- the left one. Her fang-like protrusions rip their head around, ripping into the flesh and carving deep. She drinks the blood, enjoying the feeling of it all around and inside her maw, and especially enjoys her opponent's trumpeting from the pain. Ghidorah tears back, letting Thoralax take a chunk of meat with her. She chews it up and spits it out, letting it soak into the snow and stain it. Now Thoralax readies a right hook, aiming for all three heads in a row...
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Post by dragonangel7 on May 25, 2012 16:06:33 GMT -5
A loud crack sounded off like a gunshot as Ghidorah tumbled across the ground. Laying motionless for a few moments the three headed hero slowly got up. His right head spit out several dislodged fangs and a glob of bloody saliva before doing something profoundly disturbing. He began to laugh. Finally stopping after a minute or two he looked at the plant beast and said “wow, I haven’t had this much fun since… ever. You’re alright…for a vegetable, it really is a shame you choose not to be a guardian. Still I respect your decision, now where were we”?
Drawing in more salty ice he created sharp icicles at the edges of his wings and he rushed forward. For his first attack he began to hack and slash mercilessly at the plant monsters chest. Chunks of vines fell to the ground along with bacterial blood. The plant beast groaned as her vines were eroded by salt water and sent her flytrap tail towards the center head. The left head intercepted it and bit down on the tail drawing blood. But this attack wasn’t done just yet. Using a method he learned from des-Ghidorah he heated his mouth and clamped down harder. The tail (now a brown dry color) screamed before falling limp.
The plant beast punched Ghidorah in the chest sending him skidding back about 100 meters. Ghidorah examined how some of the icicles broke on the rocky armor covering the beast core. This was beginning to prove as a hindrance to him because one of his opponent’s only weaknesses was so close but he barely touched it before. Only one of the spores was damaged thanks to his burning vengeance. He growled in frustration for a second and then smiled.
“Do you know what happens when armor it heated and cooled over and over” he asked the plant dragon. The beast gave him a blank stare and was silent. Ghidorah charged up his frozen flame and smiled. A holy beam struck the rocky core with powerful force. The rock was heated and cooled over and over again. The plant dragon’s form seemed to be falling apart as cracks showed all over the rocky armor of the core. By the time the beam stopped the plant dragon was no more than a heap of vines. Slowly the vines reassembled the injured beast and it glared at ghidorah with hatred. So many vines were shredded beyond repair. Her core was horrifyingly damaged and her tail looked dead. Ghidorah charged up another blast of unforgiving cold and launched it at the dragon’s core intent on freezing it if it hit…
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Post by Blerhwave on May 26, 2012 10:54:58 GMT -5
just a heads up, idk how many more core attacks you can make. her core is her, her body is just an extension; her way of being physical. destroy/kill the core, you kill her.
you're doing really good so far, def impressed a lot of us with this match. glad i accepted it.
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Thoralax takes the hit with her left leg, feeling it chill. She's feeling weakened because of the attacks to her very self. Her leg weaves to replace chilled vines with fresh ones, but her fresh vine reserve is running low. She shakily stands, and roars to pump herself up for more combat. Icy Fire Ghidorah stands, with bruises and lacerations throughout his body, but heads held high and cackling while wavering in separate motions.
Thoralax goes on the attack- an aerial attack. She hovers up, then lowers to fly in towards Ghidorah from a low location. The razor points edged along her left wing dig through the very outside of the left knee, slicing deep, causing the injury to roar with a spray of blood as she passes by. As if on some sort of cue, the trailing sonic boom crashes into Ghidorah and physically ravages his body.
One attack down, two to go.
Ghidorah rises to stand, but as he turns, there is Thoralax, fist clenched and ready to strike. Rearing ti back, Thoralax next crashes it full force into Ghidorah's left knee, rupturing the knee cap and bringing the three-headed elemental dragon down on that knee. The limb throbs with pungent soreness, which will plague Ghidorah for the rest of the match given the article that was attacked, and the strength used to attack it. Sporecore then pushes against Ghidorah's chest with a foot to down him on his back. This is what ensues: slam after slam down upon that kneecap with a vine-comprised foot. Each slam spreads soreness, each slam makes the pain more aware to the Ghidorah's three minds. Each slam, worsens the degree of damage to the knee. Now, the knee is black and purple with ever so much tenderness. Thoralax backs off, and the Ghidorah hero rises, but cannot stand properly. Just by standing, his own weight bared on the appendage pains it. The Ghidorah takes to the air to give his leg time to rest, and attacks Thoralax with heat bolts, something that Thoralax dodges with precision and speed. She flies past Icy Fire Ghidorah now, the sonic boom trailing directly behind her just moments away from crashing into Ghidorah and wearing him down further with physical force...
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