Yamatano vs. Black Dragon

[The Great MM]

Yamatano - [glow=red,2,300]The Spawn of Orochi[/glow]
vs.

Black Dragon - [glow=white,2,300]The Fallen Angel[/glow]

Ref: Soundwave

[dragonangel7]

The black dragon landed on the beach, without a sound. He was silent, no snide remarks, or dumb jokes, no. He could sense a great evil, one that was going to put up one hell of a fight. And he was going to take this seriously.....or at least try to take it seriously.

[The Great MM]

High above the white beeches, flashes of heavenly light were followed by whips of hellish lightning. The sky literally opened up, spilling a golden column. An immense, five-headed shadow fell over the fallen angel as he arrived for the second time in his UCA career. His roars sounded like the wicked laughter of a demonic warlord.

His taloned feet hit the beach, digging trenches in the sand. His lengthy tail slapped the water, making a beautiful fountain form with rainbows in the mist. His majestic wings spread wide and fanned, causing a sand storm. Five tongues lashed out from his serpentine jaws, tasting the scent of his twisted nemesis...

Yamatano had arrived.

[Blerhwave]

Oh you guyyss, FIGHT!

[dragonangel7]

(Ooc: I am really sorry MM, but I will be gone for about a week and not sure if I can post in a battle until afterwards)

[The Great MM]

We can hold.

[dragonangel7]

((OOC: this is gonna be fun))

The black dragon glared at Yamatano. He knew all about him. He knew how yamatano was no more than a shadow, a flawed imitation of a being he has fought and killed before in the past. This multi headed…FRAUD…was nothing compared to what he has dealt with. He will make yamatano know the definition of fear, even if it meant getting his claws dirty. The dragon growled “I was expecting a hero…but your blood will suit me just fine”.

The dragon flew up in the air and unleashed a maelstrom of dark fire at the hydra, engulfing it in flames. He waited for the smoke to clear up, only to be knocked out of the air by energy bolts. He roared in pain, and fell from the sky landing, with a thud. He looked up to yamatano, and smirked “I am going to enjoy this”. He and yamatano charged at each other simultaneously. The dragon raked his claws through yamatano’s flesh, diamond hard talons, parted the tough armor like flesh. It was somewhat of a challenge even with the brute strength, and sharp claws. He guzzled the blood, ignoring the acidic property. He was able to excrete acid from his claws, and teeth. He was used to the burning. Yamatano roared in rage, this lizard had dared to drink his blood, he will have his head. The dragon rose to full height, rivaling that of the hydra, even with the long snakelike necks. Yamatano delivered a staggering blow to the black dragon’s face making him stumble back. The dragon wiped the blood from the side of his mouth and growled. He brought his scythe tail swinging around, and left a deep gash across yamatano’s center head. The hydra observed the blood seeping from the wound, and smirked. A true challenge? He thought one would never show itself. The dragon charged forward with a green fireball charged up in his palm…..

[The Great MM]

The over-confident stupidity of the one named “David” was already starting to work against him. Before he could even gain distance toward the five-headed crusader of darkness, the Black Dragon collapsed in a heap. What was this… A burning sensation… a torture… he had never thought possible! His breathing became all but impossible. Steam began to flow from his nostrils and jaws. He collapsed, barely able to catch himself as waves of crimson, boiling blood spewed from his jaws. The acid!

The serpent’s damn acid was dissolving his innards! It was far more potent than he believed. The insides of his stomach were being dissolved, releasing his own stomach acid, amplifying the pain tenfold. David flipped onto his side, unable to scream. All that he could muster were gurgles as his throat was flooded with his own blood and liquefied meat.

Yamatano looked at the fallen angel with a sort of amusement. This wasn’t the first fallen angel he’d encountered. Strange that they’re always the same. The hydra didn’t bother to think about it, however. He watched as the reptile slowly recovered, the acidic properties of his blood that the devil stupidly drank wearing off. David coughed, more boiling gore bubbling on the ground as he looked at the planet destroyer. With tears building behind the dragon’s eyes, the hydra began to cackle in laughter. The sound only enraged the fallen angel even further.

David managed to lift a palm, a burning orb of green light launching. It struck Yamatano’s chest, making the hydra look down, watching as the armor plates smoldered and steamed, sending small pebbles falling to the ground. While the beast was distracted, Black Dragon managed to climb back to his feet. He stood his ground, steam still lifting from his mouth and nose. Another green orb gathered in his opposite hand. Just as he launched it, Yamatano leaped into the air, huge wings flapping. He leaped over the orb and came down, eagle-like talons open to catch his latest victim! And catch it he did!

In a familiar move, one claw clamped around David’s mid-section, the other on his skull. He balanced himself with his tail and wings as he stood on his victim, digging the talons into the flesh while applying physical pressure. Under the weight, the dragon began to cry. It was an unfamiliar feeling of pain that he would have to get used to for this battle! His spine began to bend and muscles began to tear. The supernatural monstrosity screamed, unable to fall as Yamatano’s submissive maneuver began to fold him like an oversized piece of paper!

A loud “POP!” came from David’s back as something within his spine gave way. The demon cried in absolute pain while Yamatano allowed him to fall onto his back. Still standing on the beast and riding the fall like he was a surfboard, the hydra’s many heads looked down at the creature. He wasn’t worthy of seeing the master. Not yet. Two of the kaiju’s heads looked into the heavens, calling out to whatever forces watched this battle. The other three looked down, tooth-lined jaws wide opened and filling with brilliance. Whips of energy danced between the fangs and forked tongues before three jagged bolts of raw, unholy power leaped like the lightning of Zeus! Before striking David, the bolts merged into one, combining in size and brilliance!

David’s eyes went wide, unable to escape as the sledgehammer of energy impacted his head! His upper torso was engulfed in an explosion while the ground shot up from the impact. Yamatano’s wings flapped, launching him into the air as his triple beam assault speared directly into the draconic nightmare’s skull. The creature cried, but his screams of agony were muffled by the deafening booms and explosions of the attack. The ground began to fracture around the demon’s skull as his torso was pushed into the sandy beach…

Hovering over his victim, Yamatano’s wings generated enough wind to rapidly disperse the cloud of smoke blanketing his foe, revealing the twisted remains of what were once its iconic head and horns. It was broken, burnt, and in dire need of some plastic surgery. Blood pooled from countless gashes, horns cracked, and a nasty dent between the eyes from where the beam hit first…

Yamatano began to cackle in laughter, keeping high as he began to rain lightning down upon the fallen creature.

[dragonangel7]

Lightning struck the black dragon, showering him in pain, and sand. Yamatano came down, to see how much damage his pray. He saw the dragon, face down in the sand, unmoving. Yamatano burst into a chorus of dark laughter, which was the biggest mistake he would ever make. It is seemingly impossible to anger the black dragon, but when you do, you are f*cked. A blade launched forward like a rocket, entering the open mouth of yamatano’s left head, and bursting out the back in a shower of acidic blood. The laughter stopped, and was replacing in an earsplitting chorus of agony, and pain. The one head began to choke as the blood began to ooze out the back of his neck, and his maw.

The dragon unleashed a bone chilling roar. This worm had mocked him, it had mocked the master of all evil, IT SHAL PAY!!!! The dragon rushed forward, and pulled back his fist, and flexed his claws. As yamatano began to rise from the painful attack from earlier he looked around for the dragon, only the dragon found him. In a savage display of power, and gore, the dragon slammed his fist into yamatano so hard, he had actually breeched the skin, and his arm from the elbow down, was engulfed in yamatano. The hydra roared in pain, and watched as the dragon thrashed his hand around, tearing up his innards, and splattering his acidic blood everywhere.

Yamatano unleashed a maelstrom of energy bolts, bombarding the dragon, but the dark lord continued walking through the bolts like a juggernaut. Yamatano growled as he saw these attacks were not working. He charged towards the dragon, aiming to tear off his head. However he never reached the dragon. A green fireball was thrown into the wound in his gut, stopping yamatano dead in his tracks. The hydra fell to his knees, silent, but eyes opened in shock and pain. He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t even move. It grew silent until all 5 heads opened there mouths with a low hiss. In an unexpected and painful turn of events, a titanic explosion of green fire blossomed out of the wound in his gut, but it didn’t stop there. The green fire traveled up the body, each head spewing it out, howling in agony as there throats and insides were ruptured and burned.

The dragon growled at yamatano, his eyes glowing red. “You have foolishly provoked me. I may be ignorant, but not as much as you are. You let your ego get the better of you, your little reputation of devouring gods like me. Ha, you could never kill me; I am not just a god, but a god to all gods. I am not going to stand idly around while you try to humiliate me”. Yamatano watched, he was silent, except for when he would cough up gallons upon gallons of his blood, and some of his fried meats. The dragon smirked as he watched “tell me what is the matter yamatano, all your life you have eaten gods, biting and ripping them apart. Well now feel what it is like to be bitten back” and with that he created a shadow chain, and spikes jutted out of it. He held it up, and swung it at yamatano, eager to lop off some of his heads…

[The Great MM]

Once again, the over confidence of the dragon was going to prove its downfall… well, either it’s over confidence or just good, old fashion stupidity. Yamatano didn’t bother to think about why something would willingly cover their entire arm with his blood, but it made no difference to him. Within a few seconds of landing the blow, David collapsed to his knees, his attack cut off by the agonizing pain coming from every square inch of his arm. The acid was dissolving his flesh, eating through layers of muscle all the way to the bone! The fallen angel fell back, eyes wide in horror as his tissue began to slide off in waves, appearing as if some hellish, thick maple syrup mixed with gore!

The creature tried to threaten and curse with its childish statements, but he couldn’t even muster it. The pain racing from his arm replaced every other function of the brain except for the basic needs of breathing and keeping his heart pumping. The dragon began to slide his arm across the beach, only making it worse. The more he dragged, the more pressure he applied to Yamatano’s acid blood. And the more pressure that was applied, the faster it sank into his exposed arm.

Despite the hole in his chest and head, the spawn of Orochi began to chuckle in amusement again. Always the same. Big boys come to play against a big boy. And they’re shown to be nothing but common cannon fodder. Where were the real threats!?

The hydra marched forward, forked tongues lashing out from all five heads. He savored the suffering that this wannabe devil was being forced to feel. Perhaps this would put the over arrogant creature in his rightful place amongst the commoners of Hell. Upon getting closer, he pushed the shivering creature onto its side. David was in a world of hurt that most other kaiju would never have to feel. Being injured and burned was one thing… but to have your insides melted out… and flesh dissolved to the bone on one of your own limbs… that was a complete different thing. Pain was all he knew at this point…

Fear would come next.

The beast of the apocalypse leaned down, gripping the arms of the dragon. As his fingers tightened around the gory appendage, David squealed in pain. Even the flows of the wind send waves of stinging agony through his exposed and devastated nerves. Yamatano looked at the dragon’s face, tongues licking the air mere inches away from his face. Possibly out of desperation, the nightmarish reptile managed a retaliatory strike, bringing his scythe-tipped tail between his legs and slicing it across Yamatano’s mid-section. The blade cut into the armor, sending chips and chunks of dark red material and squirts of acidic blood to the ground.

As the bladed tail came up again, it stabbed into Yamatano’s stomach. The dragon began to cry in agony as the blood coated the weapon and flesh, sizzling on contact! The steel began to drip as the gore liquefied it. The black flesh melted like plastic bottles, falling from the muscles before the muscles themselves began to bubble and pop.

It was futile.
Yamatano was his for the taking.


A demonic voice pierced the silence of the air. It spoke directly into the demon’s dark soul with a soothing tone, as if a father telling his child that the child was too soon die… to try and understand. The voice was all but a whisper. “Look into my eyes…”

David remained crucified by Yamatano’s arms and his legs and tail slowly began to seize their struggle. The beast looked into the eyes of a force that no creature, in all plains of existence, could possibly understand or comprehend. Older and greater than the original Seven Kings of Hell. More deadly then the forces of the great spirit itself. It was the alpha and the omega… the king of kings… The true devourer of Gods, no matter their strength and size. Orochi is superior. It is written.

David’s mind was filled with images of the eight-headed dragon devouring him countless times. His physical body began to tremble and grow cold, the burning orbs of hatred in his eyes dying into blank sockets. The dragon’s jaw went slack as tears began to roll down his mortal cheeks. What took all but a few seconds felt longer than the eternity David had existed. He witnessed himself being devoured countless times, his soul destroyed, recreated, destroyed, and recreated by the humongous beast for its mere entertainment. But that wasn’t all. Through the internal pain, every single creature the Black Dragon had ever come to align itself with, in whatever fashion suffered the same fate of complete annihilation. The world he struggled to so hard to make… gone. Wiped out by a single flash of power from the beast of the apocalypse.

David continued to tremble, cold sweat rolling from his body in waves as a yellow liquid began to flow down his leg and drip onto the beach. The might devil, the so-called “master of evil” pissed himself before countless viewers within the UCA. Now David had been humiliated. But his torture at the five heads and claws of Yamatano had only just begun

[dragonangel7]

OOC: yamatano is not the only one who can control fear

David, watched in horror as the urine dripped into the sand. He watched as his tail metled away, and he watched as yamatano laughed. However something deep inside the black dragon snapped. I wasn’t from the pain, or humiliation, it was from the liquid going down his cheek. A tear. The hydra…had made him cry. Now he will take the hydra’s pride down with his own. Tendrils of blood wrapped around yamatano, and brought all 10 eyes, gazing into his. “Come child; take a look…into my eyes”. Yamatano foolishly gazed into the crimson orbs, but realized his mistake to late. What yamatano saw was…horrible. He began to thrash and try to escape the gaze, crying out in distress.

The dragon, the damn dragon was making him witness what he thought he couldn’t feel…fear. Tears began to poor out of the hydra’s eyes, as he witnessed these horrible images. Even if he could talk he couldn’t describe them. He struggled, trying to escape but he couldn’t. An unseen force was slashing, and tearing his flesh asunder. But the one thing, the one final piece of humiliation was when a large yellow puddle, formed from in between yamatano’s legs. The dragon got in his face’s and said “how did it taste, to be on the receiving end of fear”. The dragon brought up his clawed hand, and in a blinding flash, and a wet, slapping sound. Something thick and scaly hit the ground…it was the black dragon’s arm.

Yamatano bellowed in shock and rage. Never had he seen something so…revolting, yet unexpected. The dragon watches as his arm dissolved and began to laugh, as the blood spilt from his body expanded, and crawled up to the stump of his hand, and tail. A new, arm and tail of black blood was formed, replacing his old hand, and scythe tail. But what made these more efficient was the fact that he could mold them into whatever he wanted. His blood hand began to twist, forming a buzz saw. The dragon smiled and charged towards yamatano. The buzz-saw ravaged the hydra’s body, spilling blood and gore everywhere. However all the acidic blood levitated off the round, and monsters, and formed a large boiling sphere.

The sphere broke into two spheres, which formed into two javelins. They were propelled forward, one entered the hydra’s torso, punching a deep hole in it, and the other entered another head, bursting out the back of the neck. Once more yamatano scream in agony as his flesh was torn asunder. He launched 3 energy bolts at the dragon, blasting off flesh and scales. However the dragon wanted no more than to make the hydra hurt, and he charged forward once more. His blood scythe tail spun around, and was propelled into the dragons damaged torso. Chunks of flesh, meat, blood, and even more was flung around. The hydra fell over, and the dragon raised even more of the acidic blood with his hemokenesis, and he prepared to skewer the snake…

[Inferno Rodan]

Stop breaking the damn rules, dragonangel.

[Blerhwave]

Missile boxes poke up from underground and blast The Black Dragon, sparks accompanying the smoke trailing from spots around the derp kaiju.


Hayes punishes rulebreakers by skipping their turn. I do it a little differently per my judgement system. I'll add points to the score.

[The Great MM]

However, everything came crashing down around the dragon. Through his blind rage and stupidly ripped off his own arm, the beast must have forgotten one simple, biological fact: any organism’s body can only hold so much blood. By removing his arm and using the blood to form a new, the dragon inadvertently lessened his own blood supply. Without the normal need of blood, oxygen would fail to reach the brain. Without oxygen to the brain, his body, unholy or not, simply couldn’t function.

David collapsed, his limb falling into a puddle at his feet. His eyes began to sink into sockets and cold droplets of sweat began to build on his skin. The creature’s body temperature began to lower… the sure signs of major blood loss!

And the idiot had done it to himself!

With the gashes covering his front side, Yamatano shook the cobwebs from his five heads. His own urine mixed with the dragon’s at the floor. However, unlike David, the planet destroyer wasn’t affected by petty things such as a reputation. He didn’t need one. He existed to destroy. A reputation was for creatures born of the Earth and for basic human understanding, such as David. He had to have a reputation, because in his mind, he was the best. Nobody could touch him nor make him feel fear… until now. He was a mere bully, and now he met a much bigger, legitimate bully.

The Black Dragon coughed, but no blood had even come up. His reckless removal of his mangled arm, all its veins and arteries, drained him of at least a third of his life fluid. And it continued to flow, even as he began to collect it into a new arm.

Once again, the dragon lifted his flesh-covered arm. Once again, a burning green orb splashed against Yamatano’s chiseled chest. It detonated like a rocket, sending small pieces of flesh and armor falling to the bloody sandy. Yamatano’s center head looked down at the wound, and then back at David as he remained on his knees in a weak slump. His head tilted. No words had to be given. It was a simple glance that even David understood: “That’s it?”

The other four heads of the Spawn of Orochi looked at David with a mixture of pity and hatred. Pity because the creature seemed to posses some level of potential, but failed to utilize it. Hatred… well… pretty much because the hydra hated everything.

His five jaws opened wide, electric-like energy surging between his jaws and teeth before erupting forward. The jagged beams of light swirled into a singular mass of pulsating destruction before an immense, unholy beam of light launched! The sandy beach underneath the beam began to melt, sand turning into glass and steam rising as water was instantly vaporized. The five-beam assault engulfed the kneeling David, lifting the dragon off of his weak legs. The dragon cried aloud as the exposed blood that fell from his body was turned to ash. A titanic explosion spread wide and far, igniting fires on the coastline before the tremendous “BOOM!” deafened the dragon’s sounds and hearing.

Every inch of the dragon’s body began to burn away, exposing muscles and things even deeper! The sheer force of the attack threatened to impale him like a steak. Hitting the ground again, hard on his winged back, the Black Dragon was blanketed in flames far worse than any Hell could spawn. The creature’s entire body smoldered, infernos raging on and under the skin. The severed arm still pumped gallons of fluid, but now that fluid boiled. The beam, so superhot, that it was as if the walking nightmare had been microwaved!

Yamatano cackled in sinister glee as he fanned the flames with his majestic wings, drowning them out. In a crater of slag and glass, David lay a twisted mess, barely recognizable. Yamatano began to laugh again, firing more bolts. However, these bolts targeted the smoky clouds above the warrior and his will-be prey. The skies flashed with rolling thunder as moisture collected and hardened. Lightning began to touch down all across the battlefield as rain began to fall…

But it was no normal rain!

David’s eyes widened as the first downpour came with a knife-like crystals! The sharp shards slashed into the sandy and water, along with the fallen behemoth. The creature began to thrash, feeling excruciating pain. The sky literally fell as if it was a window that shattered. Chunks of glass-like material began to stab into his exposed body, slicing into wings, arm, legs, crotch, chest, and head! Each stabbing made the beast cry aloud in agony, spraying crimson fountains. One sharp, serrated shard came down directly into his gapping maw, silencing the unruly thing with a sickening noise, comparable to the sound of fabric tearing.

As lightning bathed Yamatano, the Orochi Spawn tasted the air with his five tongues. He cackled, firing more bolts of raw power at his victim…

[dragonangel7]

OOC: derp kaiju?

Destructive bolts of energy rained down upon the fallen angel, drowning out his screams. Yamatano’s dark laughter stopped, and so did the bolts of energy. Once again it was a dead silence, broken by the sound of…laughter?! “heh… heh heh….. hahaha… AHAHAHA…AHAHAHAHAHAHA. That’s it, this is the best a spawn of orochi has to offer. Let me tell you something worm, you can tear my body asunder, damage it as much as you want, but it is trivial. I am more than a god, more than a demon, or angel or any evil. I am more than you, or any self proclaimed god eater. Don’t you realize it? I am the shadow in the light, the darkness in each corner, I am the bringer of death, I am the apodrako (sinister dragon). You know what you are, you are but a failed attempt to clone a greater power. A small speck in my grand plans. And the worst part is you probably won’t live to see the horror I bring, now DIE”.

The dragon’s plan was about to work, every drop of blood he lost, every bit of damage was to lead the hydra on into thinking he was an idiot. All of his spilled blood lifted off the ground, he opened his mouth, and the gigantic puddle went back into his body. Hemokenesis held the blood in his body where it would stay. He slowly raised, his eyes glowing red as he lifted his claw, and Armageddon began to move, against his will. “you are the puppet, your blood is the strings” he said. All of yamatano’s spilled blood rose in the air, and began to boil, and boil until a red steam rose from it. Yamatano forced each one of his mouths to open, and the blood shot down his throat, and the dragon released his grip on the hydra. The hydra fell to the ground, shocked at first but looked around, curiously. Wait a minute, he wasn’t harmed at all, ha ha, that idiot dragon had-. He suddenly broke into a chorus of screams as the now molten blood began to literally boil his insides. He tried to scream, but his screams were drowned out by his own blood and liquefied meats. He quickly began to regurgitate, and vomit up his blood, before it could liquefy all of his organs. Yamatano glared at the dragon in hatred. He didn’t understand, he had fought so many gods, and devoured them like ants. He had conquered and destroyed so much and so many powerful demons, and titans. What made this one so different, what made an angel put up a bigger fight than a god, let alone a god eater. There was something off about this dragon, something that separated him from the rest, and yamatano was about to find out. The dragon brought fourth some of the hydra’s blood, forming yet another new hand of blood. The appendage was but afar inches from the stump of his hand, he knew not to touch this acidic blood, he knew.

Now for his second attack. A large black chain of shadow’s coiled around yamatano. The hydra struggled at first, but then groaned as spikes jutted out of it. The dragon grabbed the chain and pulled hard, the chain uncoiling and the spikes twisting and uncoiling around yamatano, tearing into his ravaged body, spilling blood, and shredding flesh. The hydra roared in anger and pain. The dragon quickly dispersed the chain and growled at yamatano. “When I send you to hell, tell the devil I’m coming to kick, his ass”. A burst of black fire erupted from his maw, narrowed down into a thin beam, and entered one of yamatano’s many wounds. He was silent for a moment but burst into a chorus of screams as black blossomed from all his wounds. He fell over in pain, and glared at the dragon, seething. The dragon chuckled darkly, as he advance on the fallen titan, a new bloody drill arm, whirling rapidly, aiming for the hydra’s black heart.