Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Jul 12, 2012 20:44:10 GMT -5
(Gah, sorry for the delay. Old computer was fried [RIP]. Now sharing a laptop with the rest of family. Not gonna be pleasant.)
Although he writhed and curled in agony, thrashing like a dying snake, there was a deadly spark in Quetzar's pained eyes. The small flicker grew to a blaze as the serpent numbly worked his bloody jaws, almost as if he was chewing gum. In his unmatched brutality, Rosie may have dealt savage and horrific injuries to the hero, wounds like he'd never received before, but he had also armed the flying defender with a weapon. A dangerous, molten, biting weapon that would carve the flesh of the one who had armed it like a Thanksgiving turkey. As a light formed in Quetzar's throat to match his burning eyes, the Sun Warrior peeled open his maw and cast his slender head forward.
A stream of fire peppered by brilliant bolts leapt forward like a heavenly blast, a javelin from the archangel David himself. The golden waves of heat slammed against Rosie's skull like a gaseous buckshot, flames and sparks flying as the walrus was engulfed brow to throat. The titanic warrior tried marched through the burning assault with bitter indifference, but soon found himself forced back by dozens of gunshot-like blows. The greatest champion of the Klenthurians howled angrily as molten teardrops pelted his head like a barrage of liquid bullets. The very glass he had used to reduce the hero's throat to crimson mulch now lodged deep within his face, many of the slag bolts sizzling against his bare skull, Rosie teetered for a moment, and then the implausible happen- the great white warrior toppled.
As his monstrous mammalian foe pancaked the sandy earth with his girth, Quetzar reared with a triumphant wail. Bright streaks fell from the serpent's open maw, the last of the glass leaving his lacerated jugular. Wings beating and sinuous length twisting, the Sun Warrior whipped up a fierce windstorm, a twister rising from calm earth. Under normal circumstances, a simply whirl of air would be nothing against the mighty Rosmarus maximus. But these were no ordinary circumstances. Unsatisfied with merely being a particularly feisty breeze, the twister ripped shards and chips of hot glass from the ground, a silvery cloud filling the sky. Pushed by Quetzar's pumping wings, the glittering funnel of wind engulfed Rosie liked the cupped hands of an angry God. Steaming blades of shattered glass raked across the walrus like a billion kaiju-class razor blades. Even with his tough hide and untamable attitude, the Klenthurian gladiator couldn't help but stagger under the cut of a millions blades. As thick strips and flaps of flesh fell from Rosie, the walrus bellowed angrily, more in indignation than anything else. Pain was nothing to him, no more than a useless sensation now. But his lovely, thick coat of fur! What remained of the once lush pelt was being shaved away! Rosie snarled. As if stealing away his adoptive father's gift wasn't enough, not the damned hero was shaving him!
With a cry like the boom of thunder, R. maximus charged!
Smashing through the wall of wind and glass like a lunging orca through a breaking wave, Rosie swiftly snatched his prey of choice- Quetzar. Caught around his midsection like an oversized lasso, the solar serpent was yanked in with a merciless tug of the walrus's arm. The now bald titan threw his head forward, skull cracking against the hero's. Quetzar screamed as his already brutalized head was splattered with blood, and the guardian's body reacted. Fire materializing like the wings of an angel revealing himself to a sinner, the serpentine coils launched themselves around Rosie like emerald ropes. Hard-edged scales, razor spines, and jagged glass dragging a broad line of gore through Rosie's pink body, Quetzar wrapped the walrus in the hug of death and contracted his muscular body...
Although he writhed and curled in agony, thrashing like a dying snake, there was a deadly spark in Quetzar's pained eyes. The small flicker grew to a blaze as the serpent numbly worked his bloody jaws, almost as if he was chewing gum. In his unmatched brutality, Rosie may have dealt savage and horrific injuries to the hero, wounds like he'd never received before, but he had also armed the flying defender with a weapon. A dangerous, molten, biting weapon that would carve the flesh of the one who had armed it like a Thanksgiving turkey. As a light formed in Quetzar's throat to match his burning eyes, the Sun Warrior peeled open his maw and cast his slender head forward.
A stream of fire peppered by brilliant bolts leapt forward like a heavenly blast, a javelin from the archangel David himself. The golden waves of heat slammed against Rosie's skull like a gaseous buckshot, flames and sparks flying as the walrus was engulfed brow to throat. The titanic warrior tried marched through the burning assault with bitter indifference, but soon found himself forced back by dozens of gunshot-like blows. The greatest champion of the Klenthurians howled angrily as molten teardrops pelted his head like a barrage of liquid bullets. The very glass he had used to reduce the hero's throat to crimson mulch now lodged deep within his face, many of the slag bolts sizzling against his bare skull, Rosie teetered for a moment, and then the implausible happen- the great white warrior toppled.
As his monstrous mammalian foe pancaked the sandy earth with his girth, Quetzar reared with a triumphant wail. Bright streaks fell from the serpent's open maw, the last of the glass leaving his lacerated jugular. Wings beating and sinuous length twisting, the Sun Warrior whipped up a fierce windstorm, a twister rising from calm earth. Under normal circumstances, a simply whirl of air would be nothing against the mighty Rosmarus maximus. But these were no ordinary circumstances. Unsatisfied with merely being a particularly feisty breeze, the twister ripped shards and chips of hot glass from the ground, a silvery cloud filling the sky. Pushed by Quetzar's pumping wings, the glittering funnel of wind engulfed Rosie liked the cupped hands of an angry God. Steaming blades of shattered glass raked across the walrus like a billion kaiju-class razor blades. Even with his tough hide and untamable attitude, the Klenthurian gladiator couldn't help but stagger under the cut of a millions blades. As thick strips and flaps of flesh fell from Rosie, the walrus bellowed angrily, more in indignation than anything else. Pain was nothing to him, no more than a useless sensation now. But his lovely, thick coat of fur! What remained of the once lush pelt was being shaved away! Rosie snarled. As if stealing away his adoptive father's gift wasn't enough, not the damned hero was shaving him!
With a cry like the boom of thunder, R. maximus charged!
Smashing through the wall of wind and glass like a lunging orca through a breaking wave, Rosie swiftly snatched his prey of choice- Quetzar. Caught around his midsection like an oversized lasso, the solar serpent was yanked in with a merciless tug of the walrus's arm. The now bald titan threw his head forward, skull cracking against the hero's. Quetzar screamed as his already brutalized head was splattered with blood, and the guardian's body reacted. Fire materializing like the wings of an angel revealing himself to a sinner, the serpentine coils launched themselves around Rosie like emerald ropes. Hard-edged scales, razor spines, and jagged glass dragging a broad line of gore through Rosie's pink body, Quetzar wrapped the walrus in the hug of death and contracted his muscular body...