Rosie vs. Quetzar

[The Great MM]

The Klenthurian Gladiator [glow=blue,2,300]ROSIE[/glow]

vs.

The Sun Warrior [glow=red,2,300]QUETZAR[/glow]

Ref: The Wave of Sound

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Quetzar churned great volumes of air with his membranous wings as he flew through the Hub, long body looping and winding in search of a teleportation pad. As a creature of the sky rather than the land, he rarely took time to memorize the layout of what was below, and thus didn't know where any were on memory alone. The emerald serpent began suspecting he would have to fly all the way back to his own living space before his keen crimson eyes spotting something... unusual.

A hideous amalgam of animals parts spiritedly flagging him down, a teleporter pad beside him.

"Oh, Sun Warrior! It is so nice to finally meet you," the thing crowed as Quetzar swooped down towards it. Seeing the confusion of the flying guardian's reptilian muzzle, the thing laughed. "Oh, how rude of me, not even introducing myself. Bad Chimoldi!"

Quetzar could do nothing more than tilt his emerald head.

"I am Chimoli Kangeer-Al, entrepreneur and spokesperson extraordinaire," the thing cooed, taking an exaggerated bow. "And I have heard much about you, Sun Warrior. 'Where?', you might ask. From Earth of course! Well, your Earth. That's right, my green friend, I've visited your home! Or, the cute little rock you bothered adopting anyway. Very generous of you there, may I add."

The feathered serpent reared, eyes flaring. With this flamboyant being insulting the world he had taken under his wing and risked his life for?

Either unaware or uncaring of the defender's offense, Chimoldi continued, happily chatting away. "They just adore you over there, the little pink hominids. They practically worship you! I can see why you might be a bit sore having to come here. Don't worry though, since they told me about you and your friends from there, I will do my very best to make your stay here as entertaining as possible! Not that it will be hard with you, green friend. That fiery little fling you have going on the shark? Gold! All I can do is help." The chimera clutched its mismatched hands together and laughed. "That's why I've arranged this match for you! Get this- you, courageous hero and fierce rival of the cruel Cyber-Thresh, and Rosie, loyal partner of said cyborg fish and merciless brute." A pleased crow. "Isn't that just astounding! The friend versus the foe! Our audience is just going to eat that up."

Chimoldi chuckled, his metallic left hand fanning the mixed jumble of his plump body and his tentacled right arm shooing Quetzar towards the teleporter.

"Now off with you, green friend. You have a fight to get to!"

The Sun Warrior snorted in irritation, sparks flying from his nostrils. He didn't like the idea of being played with and used like that, much less when it involved Thresher and his great white attack dog, but the serpent didn't see much that he could do about it. Wings sweeping together, the emerald flier swooshed above the teleportation pad and vanished in a flash of light.

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With a silent thundercrack, Quetzar reappeared above a tropical paradise, heat bombarding him from both above and below. The reptilian hero nodded in satisfaction as his crimson gaze swept over the green island below, the sea swallowing the rest of the terrain. This would do.

Wings angling down, the Sun Warrior became an organic spiral as he descended upon the isle, his flickering orbs peeled for the arrival of Rosie.

[The Great MM]

The wait was not a long one. The fluffy, pillow-like clouds above split apart. Golden light rained down to the sound of Rosie's entrance music. Having become a fan favorite of the billions watching, the UCA sought to exploit the great white walrus as much as possible.

"Dead Man Walking" echoed through the islands' various jungles and beaches before the music started. Descending through the great light, Rosie arrived like a meteor!

As the light faded, so did the music. The Klenthurian Gladiator rolled his shoulders, snorted, and crossed his arms. His cruel eyes locked onto Quetzar, recognizing the Sun Warrior as his enemy. This will be fun...

(OOC: Don't know what's with me and these mash-ups as of late...)

[Blerhwave]

m0n$tErS, fIgl-lt!

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

The winged hero and the grounded gladiator rounded, broad wings churning the warm air, clawed feet pounding the sun-baked sand. Quetzar snorted sparks and flames as his crimson gaze bore down like the disapproving sight of an offended archangel. Rosie sneered up at the feathered serpent, slobber dripping from his fanged maw as he worked up a wad of saliva, the liquid bomb scattering sand as it was spat down nosily. Impatient after several moments of tense silence, the great white warrior stomped once and loosed a thunderous roar, his voice booming like the groans of an angry god. Shoulders rolling and a smirk forming on his white-furred face, the great brute rose a taloned hand and gave a universal sign, two long claws twitching back.

Bring it.

Quetzar's crest bristled, and the lengthy guardian was off in a flash of gem-like scales.

Rosie's fist flashed out like a pale thunderbolt, the mighty walrus taking a monstrous swing at the incoming hero. Wings tucking and serpentine body twirling, Quetzar twisted around the blow. The emerald defender continued on, his sinuous length wrapping tightly around the outstretched limb. Wings unfurling and slamming the sky, the Sun Warrior dragged his muscular body across the white pelt of the Klenthurian devil, spines facing down and slicing into tough flesh. A wide band of gore replaced emerald scales as Quetzar ripped his coils from Rosie, blood and strips of tissue clinging to his ruby saw teeth. Crimson fell like heavy rainfall, polluting the golden sand with dark, sticky splotches, but Rosie simply grunted in annoyance, uncaring of the searing pain that should have possessed him.

A lesson to the Sun Warrior of his true power, the walrus whirled around with a swiftness that belied his towering mass. A ring of blood spurted from one shoulder as the opposite arm snapped around and gripped the hero's throat, claws clutching together with murderous strength. Quetzar could only manage a strangled gasp before his slender snout was shoved into Rosie's scarred mug, the chimeric gladiator smirking. A mass of spit broke across the serpent's muzzle, the sticky fluid splattering across fine scales, and then Quetzar's head was brought forward in turn with the thick skull of the walrus.

Crack!, went the two oversized cranium, and Quetzar shrilled in pain, his thin scalp split and bleeding. There was a matching patch of red on the tall band of stiff hair that jutted from Rosie's head like something that peaks over the crowd at a punk concert. Gored arm wrangling the rest of the flying guardian's long body, the great white walrus wheeled around and hurled the Sun Warrior away like a limp hose.

Quetzar wailed as he tumbled through the sky, his coils twisted into a mess of emerald scales and plumage, his tangled form plunging like a crumpled piece of paper. Luckily, the heroes wings snapped out with leathery pops!, the ragged membranes catching air like sails of a ship. The serpent still struck the ground, his spined back shredding palm trees and soil, but it was hardly the earth-shaking, meteor-like impact that Rosie had surely been hoping for. As if confirming Quetzar's suspicions of his frustrating, Rosie doubled over his a roar, his claws gripping something buried under tons of earth. With a bellow of effort and small tremor, the mighty warrior tore loose a boulder, sand and soil falling from the massive rock. Wasting little time, the walrus lifted the boulder- a rough, slate thing many times larger than his own head- and tossed it towards Quetzar.

Three things happened almost simultaneously as the great rock closed in. First, the flickered eyes of the Sun Warrior narrowed into fierce crimson slits. Then, microseconds later, the serpent's plumed tail curled up, the hero's whole weight behind it. As the tail impacted the boulder, sturdy spines splitting the rock and the hefty coils shattering it into many jagged pieces, Quetzar brought his wings together, wind gathering in the cupped membranes like water in a bowl. The wild masses of air smashed together, and a shock wave ripped outwards, an explosion of force that send the sharp shards of stone catapulting in the polar direction.

Dozens of razor-edged projectiles tore into Rosie like pellets from a shotgun, each entering the dense flesh of the stubborn beast with bloody sprays, crimson staining pale fur. The Klenthurian gladiator simply shrugged off the damage and strode forward, unknowingly worsening the wounds, for each jagged shard cut further into muscle and flesh as he moved. They would not do so for long though. Before the white warrior could move more than five steps, a wall of flames crashed into him, blanketing his front in a thick sheet of churning fire. Rosie cried out, voice like a million gunshots, heavy hands swatting at the boiling blooms of orange and crimson. The sharp stone fragments embedded in his chest and midsection were reduced to slag, the white-hot liquid burning deeper into the chimeric brute. Molten bullets eating through his body, Rosie only roared at Quetzar as the serpent whizzed overhead.

Jaws snapping shut as he banked sharply, the Sun Warrior prepared a different sort of assault. Instead of flames billowing from his open maw, a downpour of natural napalm flowed up his gullet, ready to spill out and drench Rosie like the watery vomit of a stony gargoyle...

[The Great MM]

A rainfall of glowing hell descended on the Antarctic chimera. His fur sizzled and flesh charred, but no amount of harm could slow the abominable walrus. Covering his eyes from the burning napalm, Rosie ducked down as Quetzar passed over like an enraged bat spilling the blood of a gutted rat. Parts of his burly body caught aflame as Quetzar’s assault continued with such temperatures that the sand beneath Rosie melted. As a thick plume of smoke lifted up, engulfing the Klenthurian gladiator, the walrus emerged with a ball of fire attached to his back!

As Quetzar flew overhead, nearly out of reach, his powerful hands gripped the plumage of his tail. With a quick tug of his muscled arm, Rosie whipped the sun warrior down. The dragon’s speed was instantly stopped as his body smacked the ground, wings spread and bouncing up like a pancake that had flew into the air too high and came down on the pan. Sparks and wisps of flames still emerged from his jaws and nostrils as Rosie tugged him back up with one arm, lashing out and punishing the sandy, burnt beach with the reptile.

Each blow sent waves of pain up and down the reptile’s body as his bones were taken to the limit from each whip. After a third, Rosie released the tail. It slumped to his feet as the dragon’s jaws twitched, wings slowly flapped, and eyes rolled. With each breath of life, a wheeze came from his lungs. Rolling his shoulders, the walrus stopped forward, stepping onto Quetzar’s wings as if they were carpet.

Reaching his head, Rosie lifted his colossal foot and dropped it down on the dragon’s snout! The reptile quickly began to squirm as the walrus began to grind his heel, crushing the guardian’s sharp teeth. Splinters and crimson flows began to came from the beast’s jaws as Rosie threatened to crush his jaws! His nostrils began to bleed and wings began to flap, but with Rosie applying all of his weight and muscle onto his muzzle, Quetzar was trapped!

From the sides of his jaws, small pieces of his pearly white teeth began to fall, being crushed into splinters. To make matters worse, Rosie lifted his foot and stomped it again! Several teeth shattered outward, allowing the top and bottom rows to stab into the gum line! Chucking as the serpent struggled, Rosie grunted and spat a wad of saliva on the beast’s wing as he stepped off. The dragon’s snout was mangled, appearing as if a hundreds of thousands of tons had dropped on it from a great height!

Reaching down, the great white walrus gripped the back of his head. Pulling the lengthy guardian up, Rosie looked into the teary eyes of the reptile. He remained like this for a few moments that seemed like hours to the dragon. Rosie didn’t have the ability to communicate like his partner Thresher, but the look he was transferring into Quetzar was something the dragon understood.

“I’m going to hurt you.”

Lifting his head and pointing his sharp tusks, Rosie lashed out and thrust his ivory tusks into the neck of Quetzar! The dragon’s mangled jaws opened wide, spilling a crimson waterfall as the tusks tore into the scaly flesh. Each breath turned into a gurgle as Rosie began to thrash with his head and tug and pull with his hand holding the hero’s skull. The walrus held his free hand out, keeping the fist clenched as Quetzar’s blood flowed into his short maw. He gulped freely, swallowing the gore of his latest victim. Then, surprisingly, Rosie yanked his tusks free and tossed the dragon to the side. Bringing up his hand, he smeared the gore across his muzzle deep into his charred, smoking fur.

The walrus roared triumphantly and began a thunderous march toward the fallen sun warrior…

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

As the towering walrus stomped closer to the downed flier, a cruel smirk tugging at his blood-splattered features, Quetzar reared with a sweep of his wings and spewed a wall of solar essence at the brute, bathing him in flames. Rosie roared in annoyance, swatting and swinging at the fire that curled up his furry form, but this was no foe he could bat away. Awash with the heat of the Sun itself, the Klenthurian warrior exploded into flames, his white pelt going up in smoke. The painless beast snarled and spat, stepping back with arms flailing as he tried to rid himself of the bright essence clinging to them. He felt no suffering, but had learned from past experience that fire wasn't good for him. As the walrus burned, fur and skin stripped away by the searing assault, Quetzar angled his bloodied jaws down, strafing his flames across the sand as well. Soon, both Rosie and the beach steamed and scorched, the former shedding ash and char as he stumbled away and the later smoothing into a plain of silvery liquid.

Cutting off his vomit of fire with a snap of his jaws, Quetzar left Rosie to burn and slapped his wings into the molten glass, coating the edges of the membranous limbs in it. A tiny grin possessing his reptilian muzzle, the Sun Warrior beat down with the dripping wings, slowly rising into the air as the hot ooze was flung in every direction. As the hero ascended, the temperature of the glass descended, and soon a jagged coat of crystal was left clinging to Quetzar's wings, like spiked gauntlets. A thunderous roar came from Rosie, who had patted out the flames that ravaged his fur and flesh. Angry rashes of raised and reddish meat decorated the walrus's body, and blackened pit filled with ash were also carved into his muscular front. Hatred was spat from the great white beast as he stepped forward and challenged Quetzar with another claw motion.

Giving a low chirp, the emerald serpent complied with a flash of his glass-encased wings and a flash of his flickering eyes.

The Sun Warrior crashed into the walrus like 30,000 of virtue ad vengeance, and the feathered serpent's wings clapped together, Rosie's head between them. There was the piercing sound of splintering and shattering, and then an outraged bellow tang out as crimson streaks cut through the air. The Klenthurian gladiator stepped back with an angry swing, the blow easily ducked under by Quetzar. There were dozens of twisted glass shards embedded in Rosie's head, the broken crystal spires jutting from his cheek, snout, brow, and jawline, each dripping with blood, like poison-coated quills on a toxic beast. Life essence ran down the brute's pale fur, painting his face red like a savage war mask. The great white walrus bellowed angrily, but his fierce cry was cut off as Quetzar rammed into him again, the serpent's gem-like scales mashing glass chips into his flesh. Lengthy body wrapping around the polar chimera, the hero clenched his muscular coils, and Rosie stiffened as his body was put under immense pressure. The serpent's coils did not stay stationary as they squeezed- they squirmed and slithered over the Antarctic titan, hard scales slicing red lines into the brute's white coat. Rosie huffed and slavered as he thrashed and struggled, his great shoulder rolling and his feet scattering sand in a furious fit of stomping. The walrus snarled, and sudden;y fell still with a deadly gleam in his eyes. He gave a low growl. Time to put a stop to this.

With a thrust of his trunk-like legs, Rosie launched himslef up and came crashing down back-first, Quetzar's coils smashed beneath his girth.

The hero split the sky with a wail, and his emerald body was thrown into agonized spasms. Roise growled in satisfaction as he felt scales crack and blood spill under his weight, a wet warmth that was not his own spreading across his broad back. Writhing, the Sun Warrior shrieked again, and his internal furnace gave a powerful kick, the boiling core flaring with enough heat to set both giants aflame...

[The Great MM]

Once again, the great white walrus was lit up like tinder. However, the walrus cared not. The flames licked his hide like a hungry bear to honey, transforming entire patches of his thick fur into flames. His muscled, highly toned flesh darkened and blistered. To others, this punishment would have sent them to their knees. To Rosie, the abominable Klenthurian Gladiator simply shrugged it off. It wasn’t from an unnatural resistance to pain. No, it was from him simply not caring. <i>Deciding</i> to not feel the boiling pain as it devoured him.

Before Quetzar could gain distance from the burning walrus, the behemoth’s colossal hand snatched his tail. He pulled him closer, dragging the serpent’s screaming body closer until his arms wrapped around the neck. Huge wings fanned out to each side, flapping madly and pounding the inferno with wind. As flames continued to engulf both, Rosie’s left hand wrapped around Quetzar’s throat while the reptile’s head was pinned underneath Rosie’s jaws.

Then the walrus’ right hand began its attack!

Blow after thunderous blow bounced off of Quetzar’s skull! The sound of a drum wasn’t correct in describing it. It was as if bombs were going off! Each solid punch not only dented the skull and rattled Quetzar’s brains, it ripped flesh and sent crimson waves rolling into the churning fire. Teeth began to fall, cracked and shattered as punches landed on his jaws. Dropping his right hand, the walrus repositioned Quetzar, yanking him high above his head.

Upside down, Quetzar’s head pointed downward and rested across Rosie’s chest while one arm wrapped around the neck and the other kept his other half pointing upward, only the tail hanging down. The walrus snarled in rage before dropping, piledriving Quetzar’s head between his knees and impaling the ground! The ground split, quickly filling with crimson that doused some of the fire. The serpent was poled into the ground, head completely swallowed by the dirt.

The dragon’s body made a U-like shape as the head remained stabbed in the ground and tail loomed over it, touching the ground. Patting out some of the flames that remained on his body, Rosie walked over to the side, grabbing the mid-section of the Sun Warrior. With a vicious roar, he gripped the curve and thrust the spine down and drove up his knee! Quetzar’s jaws, still buried in the ground, screamed in agony while spine was pulverized! However, Rosie didn’t stop!

Again and again, he lifted Quetzar’s mid-section and threw it down while driving up his knee, doing all he could to break his foe’s back! Each painful assault made Quetzar’s hidden jaws scream in agony, electrifying bolts of pain racing through every inch of his body! After four torturous blows, Rosie released the trapped guardian and allowed the serpentine, now bent and bleeding body, to flap down…

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

The Sun Warrior launched himself back up with a furious barrage of flapping though, response fast as lightning, and the emerald serpent hurled himself at the monstrous walrus like a living lash. Rosie roared as he was looped and coiled, Quetzar's scaled body wrapping around his midriff. The great white warrior sneered, and he casually lifted a clawed hand to pry the annoyance off, but the solar guardian took off suddenly, wings slamming the air. The hero shot into the air, and, with a surprised bellow, Rosie followed.

Towing such a huge weight, Quetzar could fly no farther than about a hundred meters up, but that was all he needed to reach. The serpent smirked, feeling sudden, jerky impacts traveling up his coils. The blows were not against his own gem-like scales, but rather landed upon his passenger- Rosie. The Klenthurian gladiator bounced and tumbled off the earth, throwing up sand and soil and trees as he was dragged across the island. The abominable beast tried to holler and howl in protest, but for each cry he began, Quetzar would skip a flap and dip down, cracking his skull into the ground and shutting him up. The furry monster felt no pain, even as his white coat ran red from the many scrapes and gashes that littered his form, but he was starting to get annoyed! To end the walrus's rather unpleasant ride, the Sun Warrior banked hard, the great swing casting Rosie's forehead into a great boulder. The rock split in two, while the walrus only grunted, trying to spit out the blood dribbling into his mouth. Closing in on where the fight began, Quetzar dived low, skimming the sand with his golden underbelly and grinding Rosie into the beach. The sand, while not exactly enjoyable to have pelt his fur, was at least not as rough as the harder soil found farther inland.

Then Rosie hit the sheet of now dried glass.

Crystal shards and diamond gust billowed into the air as the white warrior's skull shattered the imperfect glass, its jagged remains lodged deep in his scalp and brow. Soaring upward with a whistling wail, the Sun Warrior released his unwilling passenger, allowing the walrus to splash down into the ocean. Not three seconds later, the Antarctic brute resurface, a scowl on his face and trouble in his eyes.

Quetzar greeted him with a gout of flames.

Golden essence washed down over the walrus, coating his head and shoulder in unholy heat. The great white thing screamed in frustration and covered his eyes. Although they were protected from the direct flames, the heat was enough to dry them out like prunes, and the walrus was soon tearing and blinking to try and keep them from shriveling. Rosie's fur and mohawk caught fire and burned, smoke replacing his unmistakable crest as the stiff hair was eaten away by the flames. The water was victim to the heat as well, and it began churning and bubbling under the Sun Warrior's wrath. The polar chimera was being cooked alive, his top flame broiled, his bottom deep fried. If his partner, a certain quipping shark, was here, he might have described his friend as being "in hot water", out of the frying pan and into the flame.

His flesh red and enraged by the terrible burns they were receiving, Rosie thrashed and flailing in outrage, his wet fur falling out in great clumps, polluting the boiling seawater. Anger adding to already supreme athleticism, the white one catapulted himself from the sea with a kick of his legs, and he managed to snatch his foe's plumed tail tip from the sky. Quetzar shrieked in shock, his flames ceasing as he was dragged into the ocean. The serpent hit the water hard, stunning him momentarily, and that was all the time Rosie needed to guide his head into a raised knee, cracking the hero's head like a ripe coconut. The Sun Warrior tore away with a beat of his wings, ragged membranes pushing against water, broken teeth and blood spiraling from his reared head, but Rosie reached out and gripped his throat. Sneering greatly, the Klenthurian fighter thrust his claws forward, the black talons bound for the inside of the serpent's throat in one of Rosie's favorite moves- the interior jugular gore. Quetzar turned the tables though, and a burp of golden fire vaporized a section of seawater, creating a superheated bubble that shot out and burst across Rosie's hand. As bubbles and blood dirtied the water, blocking the walrus's view of the hero, Rosie lashed forward, arm sweeping through the sea in an attempt to cuff Quetzar. Nothing, not a flicker of plumage or scales. Growling, the walrus withdrew his arm and inspected his hand. It was shredded, almost blow in two by the blast of hot air. He clenched it. Still worked. Two of the fingers began twitching uncontrollably. Kinda.

A smirk. That was all that mattered.

A sweep of the goliath's arm parted the bubble screen that hid the hero, and Rosie only saw a plumed tail tip heading towards the surface, towards the open sky...

[The Great MM]

Reacting just as fast as Quetzar could fly, the walrus’ wounded hand shot up and grabbed the plumed tail. He squeezed, holding on as he was nearly carried off again. The sun warrior’s snapping jaws turned again, spitting burning rage upon the great white walrus. Rosie’s free hand came up, protecting his face as his body was once again ravaged by the heat. He paid no mind to the damage, his roars beating out that of the “fwoosh”-like noises generated by the wave of fire.

He kept his hold on the tail, pulling the dragon’s lengthy body back as if it were a rope. Toward the mid-section of the scaly body, Rosie began to move back to the shoreline, escaping the boiling sea that had virtually made him bald from the waist down. Their bodies steaming and hissing, Rosie used his great strength to whip Quetzar back. The dragon’s body turned, head racing toward Rosie’s.

Using his burning arm, the walrus swung it like a baseball bat, delivering a devastating clothesline toward the serpent. Flesh split and bones rattled. Teeth flung from his jaws as if a shotgun. The dragon’s eyes rolled as his body went limp, smacking the shallow water that began to turn red. Rosie released the body, rolling his steaming shoulders and snarling. He brought his smoldering right hand up to rub his face. His brows narrowed and jaws twitched…

Something was missing…

Not his mohawk, that could be replaced… Something that his “father” had gifted him with… His ring!

The gold nose ring had been melted away by Quetzar’s fire!

A vain in Rosie’s head popped out as he roared in primal fury. The water around him erupted like a volcano as he charged the fallen hero. With surprising speed, he closed the distance on his skull and lashed out, punting the bloody head as if a football! A sickening thud and crack was followed by Quetzar’s torso leaping from the water and hitting the sand, an ugly wound now split down to the bone! The guardian’s long body rolled and coiled up with every heart beat. His ears now ringing with a deafening noise and vision blurred, the serpent had been given an insanely devastating concussion!

Rosie looked on from the shallow water. He didn’t roll his shoulders or flex. No, not now. The Klenthurian gladiator was pissed!

Charging forward again, he made landfall. He closed the gap before Quetzar could recover, reaching down with both scarred hands and clenching the throat. He began to strangle the hero, shaking his head from side to side and bouncing the horribly wounded skull off the beach! Each shake sent waterfalls of crimson into the sand while Quetzar threatened to break his neck! Red rivers began to fall from his jaws as the walrus’ claws burrowed into the scaly underside of the throat with every shake.

Pulling the serpent up so he remained up like a cobra, Rosie tossed him away. The dragon’s body coiled up like a wounded worm, shaking and twitching as blood fountained from his skull with every heat of his heroic heart…

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

That heart full of nobility and courage began pumping more rapidly as Quetzar hissed in anger, the hot breath bubbling the blood pooling in his jaws. The feathered serpent rose with a sharp shriek, reared with wings held wide, and he locked his flickering gaze of Rosie. The scaly lips of the hero twitched. He could understand why such a savage brute was so valued by Thresher. The shark and the walrus were practically made for each other, cut from the same blood-splatter cloth, molded from the save sin. They belonged together.

In a pile of ashes of the Sun Warrior had his way.

Wings exploding into action with a whistling wail, Quetzar lunged at the great white warrior.

The hero launched his emerald head forward and bit into Rosie, his fangs sawing through the charred meat of the walrus's front. Blood gushed out, the crimson essence spilling and shooting from Quetzar's gnawing jaws with each snap. Rosie bellowed furiously as he was laid open gut to pecs by the fangs of the sickeningly virtued beast, and he brought both hands down to rectify this. The clawed fists impacted on either side of the reptilian's head, as the hero drew back with a pained cry. The Antarctic chimera howled in laughter, a sizable spitball forming in the back of his throat and ready to fire, but Quetzar wasn't done yet. Chirping tenaciously, the snake-like flier plunged his snout into the ragged wound inflicted by his own teeth and retched. Flames curled from Rosie's open stomach like golden blooms, and Rosie's laughter became a concerned growl. Stumbling back, Quetzar's head pulling out of his burning innards, the walrus clutched both hands around the smouldering wound. The furry juggernaut knew no pain, but he did know this wasn't good.

Qetzar rose into the air as the walrus fretted, and his ragged membranes soon propelled him in a tight vertical loop. The Sun Warrior was building up speed, and soon his wingtips screams against the air. Pulling from his spin and hurtling at Rosie, the emerald serpent delivered a monstrous headbutt to his gut, the burning wound there pouring smoke and fire like a volcano top. The Klenthurian gladiator was forced back with a snarl, and his stomach erupted. A foul mixture of blood, ash, and cooked tissue arced from his midsection like a gory geyser. Open gut bubbling flesh and char like a corrupted Fountain of Young, a spring that sapped life instead of gave it, Rosie was knocked flat on his back.

Wailing greatly and churning the air, Quetzar dove towards the downed mammal and pulled his lengthy body in a living loop. The hoop of coils spun down, sharp saw-like spines slashing down in a never-ending row of ruby...

[The Great MM]

And the living buzzsaw came down just like that! Blade-like sails ripped into Rosie’s flesh like a hot knife through butter, cauterizing wounds and sending smoldering chunks of it flying into the tropical sun! Quetzar continued spinning, determined to cut the Klenthurian gladiator in half, torso to skull! The burly mammal didn’t make a sound of pain, just snarls and snorts as he struggled to get a grip on the spinning reptile…

Until finally he did!

He squeezed with all of his might, using both hands to force Quetzar’s burning buzzsaw of death! Smoke and ashes lifted up from the gnarly wound as the serpent began to unravel… a big mistake.

When his head moved, Rosie released one side and shot the arm up, grabbing the reptile’s throat! He squeezed, holding the hero still as he sat up, gore racing through his fur as if it were the Amazon river cutting through the jungle. Rosie squeezed again, making the jaws pop open like a bear trap. Bringing his other hand up, he shot it into the gapping jaws, forcing his hand down to the elbow! Quetzar began to gag, coughing up blood and chunks of meat as Rosie’s claws, designed to shatter ice and rock, tunneled into his esophagus!

To make matters worse for the serpentine sun warrior, Rosie released his throat and began hammering a closed fist into the side of his head, rattling his brain even more! Quetzar’s body began to fall limp, gurgle-like whimpers being the only thing that made him seem alive. Rosie climbed to his feet, one hand wearing the hero’s face like a glove and the other hammering away with unrivaled fury. Having gotten to his feet, Rosie’s shoulders rolled and hand went still, allowing his victim to fall from his arm.

His hand was drenched in a mixture of blood, saliva, and even some vomit! Quetzar laid at his feet, fluids spewing from his face. The serpent’s body twitched, provoking Rosie even further. Enraged, the walrus lifted his burly foot! He brought it down like a hammer on an anvil, stomping the skull of his opponent. Over and over and over, each crushing stomp making Quetzar’s head flatten out a bit more….


(OOC: Man, this fight is kinda’ hard, lol. Can’t use my trademark wrestling moves on an opponent like Quetzy.)

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

(And Rosie doesn't give a shit if he's on fire. Heh.)

The foot of the great white warrior came down again and again, a pale blur of bloodlust. Quetzar's snout was split by each blow, gushes of his molten blood flooding from his mouth. The hero screeched in agony, his cry choppy and hacking as Rosie forced his jaws shut with his brutal stomping. Rosie howled excitedly above, and Quetzar hissed angrily, his pride and flames flaring. The emerald hero glanced up with fire in his eyes, and then his slender head vanished in a streak spilled blood and gem-like scales. Quick as the crack of a whip, the Sun Warrior twisted his head so that when Rosie stomped down again, it was directly upon his long fangs. The walrus grunted deeply as his girth drove the fang straight through dense hide, flesh, and even bone easily as a needle through paper. Blood arched up in a crimson streak. Wing slamming the air, Quetzar shot into the skies, and with a furious holler- head cracking against the earth as he was swept off his feet- Rosie followed.

Broad membranes pumping with twice the vigor to lift both the hero and the brute, Quetzar ascended into the heavens like a glorious archangel dragging a sinner to the Pearly Gates for divine Judgment. As guilty of sin as any wicked beast, Rosie flailed and grabbed at his captor, slobbering maw open in angry bellows. Now at least five hundred meters in the sky, Quetzar inclined his head down and opened his bloodied jaws. At the same time, Rosie's foot slid off of the hero's fangs with a small spurt of blood and a blast of golden flames leapt forward. The brilliant fireball impacted against the walrus like something thrown from a medieval catapult, and the berserk beast's plunge became like that of a shoot star's- rapid and bright, a burning object stabbing through the sky. With an earthshaking rattle, Rosie smashed into the sand head-first, the rest of his weight coming straight down on his neck. Face crushed against his own shoulder, the Klenthurian gladiator toppled awkwardly, his burning fur beating against the sand as he thrashed in a clumsy attempt to rise. Fur and flesh falling away as he stood slowly and jerkily, Rosie growled sourly. His view of the hovering Sun Warrior was the wrong way. His head was the wrong way, slumped limply against his shoulder as if asleep or cut off from the rest of his body. Claws wrapping around his skull, the painless brute simply forced his cranium back into place, several hollow pops! echoing from his burly neck. Head rolling to ensure it would not simply drop off, Rosie stabbed a claw up, the tip of the black talon trained square upon Quetzar.

You're dead, the silent gesture seemed to say.

Thunderous cry spilling from his jaws like the roar of a waterfall, Rosie made to charge forward. He was met with unexpected resistance. His legs didn't move smoothly through open air. They sloshed slowly through some sort of hot slag. Snorting in surprise, the great white walrus looked down. He wasn't standing on a solid sheet of sand.

He was waist-deep in a cooling pool of molten glass!

Quetzar wailed mockingly above, like a heckling crow. His flames, stuck stubbornly to the walrus like a bad sweater, had reduced the sand to liquid glass and trapped the brute! Rosie bellowed and snarled as he pulled and strained against the now solid crystal mass, using all his monstrous strength to try and escape. The best he achieved was a few cracks across the surface of the rough crystal. Smirking ever so slightly, the Sun Warrior dove. Dropping in a living loop, the emerald serpent swung his plumed tail down like a feathered hammer. The thin war club cracked into Rosie's skull with a ring of red mist. The force of the blow spiked down the beast's spine, the shock wave spreading out from his spinal column to sweep away the last of the fire clinging to the chimera and shatter his glass prison. Rosie staggered, crimson stripping both his chest and legs, his torso scorched by the solar essence, his lower half shredded by jagged blades of glass. Great cries of distress and anger came from the Klenthurian killer as he tried to move, wading through shards of glass ever so slowly and further rendering his legs into columns of mulched meat.

Rising with wings spread wide, Quetzar clapped his ragged membranes together, and a fierce rush of air leap out and closed in on the trapped walrus like a massive blunt bullet...

[The Great MM]

Like a living, breathing arrow… Quetzar smashed into the abominable walrus! The great white behemoth stumbled back, the field of glass around him erupting into a beautiful show of crystal shards and red gore! The great sun warrior remained atop Rosie, panting in pain as every inch of his body hurt. Underneath him, Rosie remained undeterred. He grunted, kicking out with legs that were now completely painted red. Any other monster, even Thresher himself, would have been overtaken with pain. They’d have either passed out or simply gave up…

But not Rosie.

His weight against the glass and burning sand, the arctic giant sat up like the living dead! His brows raised with primal ferocity. Quetzar screamed aloud in a roar of disbelief. “HOW!?” His ancient voice called out, unable to comprehend what he saw. His majestic wings flapped and body lifted like a cobra, all but a few moments away from escape… With the reaction speed of lightning, Rosie’s gory right hand lashed out and clamped his throat! Quetzar gasped and struggled, but Rosie’s grizzly hand kept hold.

The dragon snarled and spat in his face, but his struggles soon ceased. Rosie left hand came up, fistful of glass, sand, and slag! He stuffed the handful into Quetzar’s jaws, forcing the glass down his esophagus! Blood began to shoot from his jaws and nostrils as Rosie’s hand pulled out, lifted another handful, and force fed him more of the glass and sand! The guardian gurgled in pain, pulling his head but unable to escape. A third handful of glass was stuffed down his gory jaws! Yanking his bloodied hand out, Rosie released his victim’s throat.

Quetzar fell to the side, gagging and coughing. Chunks of glass, some the size of vehicles, were stuck in his jaws, gums, tongue, and throat! Pushing himself off the ground, Rosie stood up. Strands of meat snapped between his back and glass and hang loosely like wet pieces of bacon. The walrus reached down, gripping his foe’s skull and pulling it up before savagely slamming it face-first into the glass!

Quetzar’s body began to flail as Rosie buried the reptile’s head into the glass, cutting unbearable, painful trenches into his face! The glass was turned into dust, sticking into the wounds like dirt. The dragon’s eyes tried to close, but pieces of glass sliced into his eyelids and threatened to blind him! Not releasing his foe’s head, Rosie stood above him and maneuvered his bloody head to be between his legs. The dragon’s body made a z-shape, head between Rosie’s legs and tail dragged out the other way.

Reaching down, Rosie dug his claws into the scaly flesh and used his might to roll the serpent up his frame like a barrel. Virtually bent of Rosie’s body and looking at over his back, Quetzar could only manage a faint gasp before the titan power bombed him into the glass field! The dragon cried in horror as the glass sliced into every inch of his body from the back of his head to his wings. His fine membranes were torn like tissue paper, sliced to ribbon by the jagged glass. The walrus snarled, rolling his shoulders as he watched his foe…

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Just wanna let you guys know- having some computer issues right now and won't be able to reply until later this week, if that.

Sorry.