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Post by The Great MM on Oct 29, 2012 19:38:35 GMT -5
Like an angry basketball, Thresher struck that unforgiving ground. It shattered under his weight, splintering like glass as the soil shot upward. The armored nightmare groaned, rolling his eyes and throbbing head. His crimson orbs looked up, narrowing as Quetzar circled above like a demonic vulture. Like the undead rising from a fresh grave, Thresher sat up, pieces of armor falling from his back and backpack. The hissing, telepathic voice of the shark was done talking.
He finished the conversation with a simple fact he had just learned about the flying serpent.
“You’re a fucking moron.”
The words enraged the dragon even further. He came down like a God’s spear, set to impale the twisted guardian with his very body. Sitting upright, Thresher’s arms quickly morphed into cannons and his jaws opened wide. The hero instantly realized what was about to happen and flapped his wings, attempting to escape. But it was too late…
The ground that was broken around Thresher exploded upward once again as the tri-beam assault landed its mark in a brilliant flash! Quetzar was engulfed, his entire length and wingspan contained within a twisting ball of light and fire. In just a few moments afterward, Quetzar’s devastated form shot out of the side. His wings ruined like sheets that had been mauled by a vicious dog. His flesh broken in more places than the hero ever thought possible. With a spiraling tail of smoke and fire, Quetzar flopped across the ground a few hundred meters away from Thresher, his body twisted and broken like a grape vine.
The twisted one stood up, groaning as blood oozed from his body. He turned, snarling like a mindless beast as he approached his fallen nemesis. His cannons sucked into his arms while all too familiar whips extended. The whips snaked across the broken arena flooring and tangled around the tail of the serpent, squeezing like pythons. Quetzar’s attention was quickly focused on the tentacle-like whips, but he had no time to react. Thresher quickly turned his body, using the whips to lift Quetzar’s lengthy body off the ground. He was close enough to the invisible barrier that his body crashed into it like a bug on a windshield! His wings spread out with dozens of red rivers of blood starting to run down the barrier field.
Even as the tentacles fell from his tail, Quetzar remained pinned to the barrier thanks to Thresher’s telekinesis. The shark began to push Quetzar further into the barrier, trying to break it or Quetzar… it didn’t matter. One would give…
And it was Quetzar that gave.
His bones and muscles put to their absolute limit, the window that allowed countless peoples to watch the battle was painted red as pockets of Quetzar’s hide burst like gigantic pimples. The hero couldn’t even muster a scream of agony, just whimpering cries as his bodily fluids were put too such pressures that they were tearing open all new orifices to escape.
With a sadistic chuckle, Thresher’s latest crushing ceased. The guardian slid down the bloody barrier like a droplet of water. He slumped at the base, every inch of his hide covered in crimson, every bone in his body cracked or worse.
Thresher coughed up blood as he limped forward. He had already admitted it, but Quetzar was a beast he was surprised to discover held intense power. But he wouldn’t be defeated by him…
Not on this day.
Thresher’s mind lashed out, picking up the broken kaiju. The serpent’s long body and wide, ruined wings hung lazily as the shark held him up. Rotating him and spreading his wings wide, Thresher crucified the creature in mid-air and looked up, crimson eyes burning like flames that hell could never hope to match. His saw-sword, still functional but damaged, revved with a series of sparks and grinding noises as pieces of re-hardened metal were instantly cleared by the gears and mechanics. The shark’s jetpack kicked to life, jetting the monster upward…
And the sword stabbed into the base of Quetzar’s long neck, right between the wings! The hero screamed in pain as his rendered flesh was easily punctured, the revving teeth tearing through the scrambled meat as if it simply wasn’t there! The sharp instrument of pain chipped away at bone as Thresher’s backpack turned off, allowing gravity to guide him down the entire length of Quetzar, chest to tail… directly down the center!
The skin opened up like tissue paper, spilling countless gallons of gore onto Thresher and the ground. The hero was in a word of pain unlike that of any other as the saw had came dangerously near to carve up his guts and ribcage and succeeded in damaging some. Thresher landed with a kneeling stance while Quetzar crashed into a bloody heap. Thanks to his lengthy body now being some bloody and gouged up, he appeared more like a gigantic intestine that had been ripped out more so than an actual creature!
The shark snickered, “Time for talk is over.” He cooed, standing upright as both hands stretched out into axes and his saw-sword continued to rev…
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Oct 29, 2012 20:00:04 GMT -5
ATTENTION! EXCESSIVE BRUTALITY DETECTED BY COMBATANT: THRESHER! The ground beneath Thresher opened up, as did several other spots around the floor of the arena. The cybernetic sharkleapt to the side just in time to avoid a missle being fired upward, but then noticed others firing as well. And then, 3,000 meters up, then all twisted around and came barreling down... right for him. "Oh fu-" The curse was cut short as the shark was consumed in a fiery explosion of rock and metal, hide scorched and his own metal bent and burnt as he was sent sprawling from the explosions. OOC: Okay, this is my first reffing, but I can't turn a blind eye to this. I mean, yes, the goriness fits Thresher and whatnot, but what just happened, THresher gutting Quetzar from top to bottom... no. That also goes for wrecking all of Quetzar's bones. Excessive Brutality: This is the most generalized, and thus probably the most common, foul call. Having too many attacks in a post, overusing limited attacks, and inflicting excessively gory or crippling attacks (impaling, breaking bones, spraining joints, severing muscles/tendons, etc.) fall under this. Standard penalty is an attack by the arena weapons. Limb removal and killing the opponent fall under this as well, but the penalty is instant disqualification. I believe this sums it up quite nicely.. Though on a slightly different note, other monsters are also at fault for ignoring this and not being punished (Rosie, Ketos, Thanatos, etc), but I ain't judging those... just this match.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Nov 3, 2012 21:25:32 GMT -5
As the avenging weapons of the UCA ravaged the psychic shark, the crimson-stained head of Quetzar reared. While the hero's outside was drenched in red, his interior scorched with gold! The emerald serpent breathed a molten sigh upwards, into the dust and ash swirling in the captive sky. The airborne debris was erased from existence, and the fire splashed against the dome of the Colosseum. A wide beam of sunlight shined down. Its brilliant glow cut through the dark destruction of war and lit up Quetzar. The winged one elevated his head as he drank in the golden rays, his scales taking on a glow of their own. The blood smeared across the feathered being sizzled and steamed, and a great red cloud rose off of him like he was a battle-weary angel shedding his sin. The ground around the hero smoked as it was cooked by the burning aurora of the Sun Warrior. Quetzar spread wing wides wide, and- as if by magic- he rose. The heat around him was so great, it provided enough lift to send all 30,000 tons of him skyward!
The dragon-like defender was engulfed by a gold glow as he rose up, wings open wide and head held aloft. The serpent breathed in his own inferno, and there was a terrible ripping sound from his chest. His weakened pectorals were split, ripped in two out from where Thresher had sawed down with his toothy bill. The angelic one winced, his lips arcing in pain, but he did not falter. His fiery core only blazed more brightly! Shining out of the serpent's gutted body and split chest, Quetzar's internal furnace swelled to its greatest size and the hero attained ultimate power. His chest and torso blazing, burning, swirling, and churning, the Sun Warrior let out a shrill wail and allowed Cyber-Thresher to see the shape of his destruction!
A burning cross carved into the very body of the hero!
With a thunderclap of fire and hot air, the winged guardian launched down, glittering length trailing behind him like liquid gold. The glorious serpent hurled towards Thresher like lava come to life, and the shark countered with a triple shot of his nebulous purple essence. Jaws and changed hands warping with crackling violet, the Klenthurian killer fired! The three furious columns speared towards Quetzar like battering rams of pure force, but at the last moment, they changed course! The purple beams actually wrapped around the serpent's form, their paths deterred by the massive heat around him. Thresher gaped, and the hero hollered thinly.
It was time for the devil to face his own fires!
The Sun Warrior and his burning shell collided with Cyber-Thresher like something from another world. The shark rocked back as if his whole area had been struck by all the arsenal of multiple Earths. His chest crunched in and his jaw fell slack, but no sound could be heard from his open maw. Sound waves required air to travel, and the sheer heat of Quetzar consumed all air around him! Thresher staggered as his armored body was seared unlike it had ever been. He had faced Quetzar's flames. He had faced his fires at their strongest! But to be scorched by his very heart, to feel the heat seeping from his open chest- it was unlike anything that could be experienced outside of the molten core of a planet or in the center of a star.
And it hurt like nothing else.
Thresher only felt the full extent of it for a brief second- only a blink of time, of white-hot agony. It was indescribable- its concentration, the pureness of the suffering. And then it was gone. After that fleeting moment, the metal and flesh on his torso was stripped away by the wrath of the sun and what lied underneath was burned numb. It was fortunate for the shark, that he could only feel the assault for a short flash, because if it lasted- if he felt for anymore- he would have screamed, hollered and shouted and cried like he was dying. He couldn't feel anymore, but he could still see, and that was terrible enough. Even for a hardened thing of war and death like Thresher, there was a certain psychological panic at looking down and seeing a thick sheet of you simply burn away. His body was touched by the sun, and much of it was lost. It simply turned black and drifted away, like dust on the wind. Like time had simply been sped up, it decayed away in a matter of seconds and he was left pink and bare, only to have that pink turn black and reveal more pink. Circles- that's what it was like. One big circle of pink and black, ash and blood. It was horrible. It was beautiful.
And it pissed Thresher off beyond belief.
Almost unconsciously, the shark reached out with his mind. The wandering muscle found Quetzar and his flames, wrapped them as tightly as they could, and then threw them back. As the shark stood tall and still, simple staring down at his crumbled, charred chest, the Sun Warrior screeched in alarm, his own envelope of burning air bursting back towards him like a bomb. The winged serpent tumbled backwards, a fresh spiderweb of blood spreading across his scales before billowing away as thickened mist. His wing clipped the ground, and he smashed into the earth, swinging down like a celestial hammer and setting the soil aflame. As the serpent collapsed, Thresher stirred.
The shark lifted his helmeted head, and he breathed soot from deep within his lungs. The shark tried to speak, to say something snide or insulting or simply like him, but the strength to was nowhere to be found. Instead, his lips- or what cracked, bleeding corpse remained of them- simply fell away. The ravaged cyborg took a staggering step forward, and nearly toppled. A thick curtain of coal and blood dropped from his body. It looked like the shark had been painted. His entire front was black and red, like the shattered surface of a demon's dessert. Steam rolled off of the cooked killer like ocean waves. He took another step, and- just like the last- more of him broke away. It was almost like he had been partially petrified, and his converted flesh simply couldn't handle the trauma.
Rising back into the air, still aglow like a rogue star, Quetzar narrowed him ember-like eyes. He spoke no words and gave no signal, he only pushed. He exerted all his strength and flared his fiery heart. The solar core curled outward with a tongue of flames, and a gaseous explosion bloomed from the forked tip.
The Sun Warrior had ignited the air within the dome!
Hot gas and flames expanded outwards like a wave of decimation, and the whole Colosseum was filled with terrible, holy light. Thresher was stretched back, his tail lifting into the air, his head titling back, his sooty plates fluttering. Then he was slammed by the whole of the trapped atmosphere. The shark was hurled off his feet as if flicked by a finger a billion times his height, and a great cloud of ash and flesh swirled behind him as he flew. As the Klenthurian agent arched through the sky, dull and unbelieving, his abdomen flashed angry, tortured pinks and red through the char- flesh was was bare of skin and armor, bare of all but muscle and fat in some places. Sore, aching, hot flesh that was soaked evenly in bubbling blood. The shark's front was like a Thanksgiving turkey in the oven, expect it was never killed before being cooked. It simply broiled alive.
Cyber-Thresher struck the curved surface of the Colosseum dome with the back of his skull and toppled through the air, plummeting towards the ground like a corpse- limp and lifelessly. He crashed face-first into the blackened, burned-bare earth and stuck, unmoving, where he landed. The shark was silent at first, still stunned by the removal of his front, but soon gave a harsh, gasping sound. The literal firebomb unleashed from Quetzar's heart had burned up all the air. The shark was chocking to death.
And Quetzar still wasn't done with him.
Soaring overhead the heaving psychic beast, the Sun Warrior pooled what remained of his excess power, the golden glow of his scales traveling towards his jaws. He threw his slender snout forward and unleashed a thin jet of flames, slashing the burning staff of power down like a blade. The blast caught the back of Thresher's neck and raked down, slicing open armor as it went. The air beneath the plating- sparse as it was- burst into thin fire and expanded, increasing its volume and pushing upwards fiercely. Too fiercely for the hurt plating of Thresher to handle. All long his spine, even down near the end of his flailing tail, the Klenthurian armor of the shark burst off. Plumes of fire and strips of gore chased after the shed plates, and a thick line of black and red was left behind, following the path of his spine almost perfectly. The psychic killer could breath more easily now, although he still did so raggedly and coughing, his voice strangled by pain. The permeable dome of the Colosseum was quickly replacing the lost air. His oxygen supply was returning, but what else had been lost would not- at least not now. The armor on his back, the flesh on his front...
Gone.
Hovering above, heavenly aurora gone, Quetzar called out softly to the dark mind of the broken, blackened creature below.
Tell me, devil... did you prefer that to talk?
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Post by The Great MM on Nov 11, 2012 5:59:47 GMT -5
Despite the pain racing through every fiber of his body, the shark snickered and grinned. His telepathic mind responded to the hero, “Now that’s more like it…” He hissed, looking up. By now, his entire body was raked with damage. The Klenthurian augmentation on his chest, stomach, and knees were in complete ruin. His backpack spewed smoke like an active volcano and salted his exposed flesh with sparks as hot as Hell. Still, the twisted one stood. He stood for something that good nor evil would ever be able to grasp…
His helmet was melted so that it blocked his vision…
Reaching up with a clawed right hand, he gripped the saw-sword like a baseball bat and began to pull it off. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes as the metal, for years that had been fused to his head, came off. Stubborn strands of flesh clung to the alien material like Velcro before snapping like rubber bands. Holding the helmet, he moved it aside and dropped it to his feet…
For the first time in years, he exposed his scarred head done to him since his battle with the heroic kaiju Taninim. The blade that was being replaced by the chainsaw-like weapon was broken, like a branch on a tree that had been struck by lightning. The pointed edges dulled by Klenthurian medication and his own regenerative abilities shared by all kaiju in his world. The rest of his skull was darker blue, but pieces of his armor had been stripped away, leaving streams of blood flowing from where the helmet was fastened.
He took his gaze from Quetzar and onto his hands. The nanobots were also damaged, his fingers twitched and unable to fully form. With his left hand, he gripped his wrist with a weak squeeze. A cloud of white mist spiraled upward and, in a flash, the countless minions that composed his hands fell to the ruined ground with a splash not unlike that of water. What was revealed underneath the nanobots was a skeletal hand made of steel. He did the same with the left, revealing both of his artificial, four-fingered hands to the world…
The backpack on his back instantly fell off, pulling cables that were originally attached to his helmet and hands along with it. The huge scuba tank-like pack impacted the ground and cratered it with a bang…
Thresher’s eyes burned with the fury of no God or Devil, but something else entirely. Circling above, Quetzar’s muzzle became agape again. A swirling mass of solar powered flames came down like a cascading waterfall, splashing onto Thresher’s tortured body. The twisted creature snarled in fury as his flesh boiled and blistered, but as more and more flames came down, something else began to happen…
The mass of hellfire began to form a bubble around Thresher…
In the heart of the volcanic bubble, Thresher stood. His hands out wide, touching the edges of the flames as his mid caught every ember… every spark… of flame.
Quetzar stopped his feeding of the energy and blinked, watching ball, nearly 150-meters in height and width, swirled around Thresher like a star. So hot the temperature became that it melted the rock and soil around Thresher where it touched, turning into magma…
Thresher lowered his hands, allowing the orb to be absorbed into the very ground…
As the flames flowed into the ground and his smoldering body became visible, he began to hover upward for magma flooded the ground like water. Not taking his eyes off of his nemesis, Thresher’s right hand lifted up with a clenched fist. A gust of wind kicked up as the sky, high above the barrier preventing the pair from escaping, began to swirl. Even the outside crowds began to cover their faces as hurricane force winds were sucked into the arena. A funnel of wind began to drift downward, followed by a downpour heavier than any storm…
Water.
All the water in the clouds came crashing down. As it mixed with the freezing temperatures of the atmosphere he was dragging down, it turned to snow and ice! Flying around the funnel of freezing clouds, water, and snow, Quetzar cried aloud, not sure what his opponent was up to. Thresher, however, did.
The cold temperature was rapidly cooling the lava. But it would take a little bit more time…
With his right arm, he grabbed Quetzar in mid-air with telekinesis. The reptile squealed as his body was tossed into the vortex of cold.
Every inch of Quetzar’s body became covered with a layer of ice. His internal furnace nearly drained already, the dragon’s breath became harsh and rigid. His body came out the opposite side from whence he entered, ice formed on his body and coating his wounds and, especially, his wings. He fell like a boulder, body sounding more like glass when he hit. So cold the giant was, his scaly body shivered. Normally his internal furnace combated the cold, but not on this day. Not at this time. His batteries were about out.
He tried to move, but his body was weighted down by the frozen blood and ice.
By now, the lava that pooled around Thresher had also solidified completely. The shark lowered both of his arms and narrowed his eyes as a telepathic pulse surged through the newly made obsidian rock. It fractured like glass, breaking into countless chunks of various sizes and shape, the smallest the size of a man… the largest the size of Quetzar’s head!
“Rise, warrior.” Thresher cooed as his mind began to lift the obsidian rock slowly. The ground rumbled as the shards lifted up like VTOL aircraft. Quetzar limply lifted his shivering body up, remaining upward like a defiant cobra. The shards of obsidian that he began lifting up started to hover around his body. First just a few of the smaller pieces, but in a few short seconds, an entire swarm of obsidian rock danced in the air around the psychic warrior.
The shards then began to launch at Quetzar…
Tiny pieces at first, cutting small gashes in his hide… But it was far from the worst thing he ever endured. More like kaiju-sized paper cuts…
But then more came. And more… Then larger ones…
A literal storm of thousands of obsidian shards, as sharp as any glass, tore through his body as if it were toilet paper! As one of the larger shards cut straight through the wing membranes, Quetzar would be lucky to attain flight again! Another piece cut too close for comfort across his eye, nearly blinding the warrior for good. Like demonic nails, shards began to pound into his flesh. Quetzar fell back onto the upturned ground, filling it with pools of blood. Chunks of volcanic rock stuck out of his form like pins and needles, from head to wings to tail! All hundreds of meters worth of volcanic debris that Thresher turned into missiles lodged across his body and ground he was resting upon.
As the last of the smaller pieces found resting spots across his body, Thresher limped forward. “I give you props, Quetzar.” The fowl beast hissed, “Nobody has made me fight like this in a while.”
He lifted his left hand, causing the stained ground Quetzar was virtually nailed to began to shift. It lifted up high and then lowered. Then it turned about. Every rock and piece of soil became loose, mixing with water from the upper atmosphere Thresher recently summoned and Quetzar’s blood. In just a few moments of this, Quetzar was in a mud bath! The slick mud continued to slosh around, covering Quetzar from head to tail, adding more weight to him. But that wasn’t just it…
Thresher was burying him alive, turning the very ground into mud so that it pulled the heavy kaiju down! The mud began to move faster, treating the guardian like a turd in toilet. The serpent flapped, trying to escape but it was futile. Each movement forced the obsidian nails deeper into his body and pushed him under until…
Finally…
Quetzar’s snapping jaws vanished. His entire body sucked under the mud, even his wide wingspan and lengthy tail!
Thresher crossed his arms, ceasing his control of the mud bath. His scarred head tilted, “You need to relax.”
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Nov 18, 2012 1:31:27 GMT -5
Although Thresher could have not have possibly known it, he had just screwed himself over in the worst possible way.
The Colosseum was just another example of the technological might of the UCA. It was an incredible structure. The perfect battle area. An inescapable, self-contained dome with free air currents and no way in or out besides the UCA themselves. It was designed with abilities against any and all situations possible, every possible permutation of events.
And firebreathers like the Sun Warrior were no exception.
The Coloseum had a very particular way of dealing with the great heat sometimes generated by monster battles. The excited air couldn't be allowed to gather within the dome. That could cook nonheat-resilant monster before a fight was even halfway over. And it couldn't be allowed to exit the structure either, something that could roast the audience alive. The only way the massive heat of Quetzar and others could be regulated was through it dome itself- it was one massive heat sink. The impenetrable walls of the Colosseum absorbed and channeled any excess warmth spilling in the air downward, into the deep bowels of the earth. There, it gathered- a great churning, boiling pool of raw thermal energy, all directly below the plain battlefield of the Colosseum.
Right where Thresher had sunk Quetzar.
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The once armored shark stood tall and smug, arms crossed and vicious smirk etched into his wounded skull. The ancient killer, the son of gods and damnation of devils, the scourge of heroes and villains alike, slashed the air with his bladed tail. Quetzar was swallowed by the earth, his wounds were overcome, and all by his natural power. He was now as he was born. He had been stripped of all the Klenthurian armor and enhancements found upon his person only hours ago. He no longer bore the work of UCA General Manager Rudolph Ackert. He was no longer Cyber-Thresher. He was only Thresher. He was the Thresher banished from his homeworld, the Thresher left defeated by Taninim. He was bare. Plain.
And he had still buried that fool Quetzar.
The old one felt like laughing. He almost did. Perhaps it was his wounds that stopped him. Perhaps it was something else. A sense that could not be seen or measured, an extension of his psychic mind. Something that prevented him from celebrating just yet, instead urging him forward like the unfinished business of a spirit. Thresher had not lived and triumphed for so may eons by doubting himself, so he listened to that something that could not be named.
He took a step forward.
And his clawed foot collapsed down.
The stripped shark yelped in surprise as he was suddenly sprawled across the scorched earth, his leg sucked into the ground like a limb snagged by a underground predator. And his submerged flesh felt... warm. Tickled by a great heat that was oh so familiar to him. Twisted brain experiencing the closest thing to fear possible for Thresher- a sort of empty, helpless anger- the God of Water and War rose, his reflective eyes glowing as he was hoisted up by his mind. Setting down on more solid earth, Thresher whirled around in agitation, tail fin whistling through the air. Growling in suspicion of treacherous revival, the dark one reached out with his probing thoughts, exploring and prodding the ground around him. It was hollowed. Gutted ground. The surface was there, most of it still very solid and strong, but something ate away at it from below, chipping and chiseling at its structure. Thresher's red eyes narrowed as he raked the surface of blacked soil with his psionic waves.
No, not eaten...
Burnt.
That damnably soft, calm voice floated up, from somewhere close by and so far away. Guess what, devil? I found my fire.
A groan. "Can't you just die?"
RR-VVVVVVSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!
Thresher howled as the ground erupted like the crater of a volcano and his bare back was engulfed, the hellish flames of the sun rasping over his spine like the molten tongue of a fiery feline. The tongue of flame, just like the cat's, was barbed with cruel heat, and massive portions of flesh were ripped away on hooks of red air. The backside of the shark became black as his silhouette, seemingly more char and ash than meat and skin.
His back painted with reddened gore to match his front, the shark stumbled forward, crimson lines falling from his cracked lips and cratered chest. Although his eyes were shrouded by smoke and ash, the exploratory pulses from his mind still rung out, and what they felt built a rough image of his surrounding behind cloudy orbs- a fiery pit, blown wide open by a burst of flames, and a long, winding shape leaving the earthen cavern.
The Sun Warrior, barreling straight towards him
Something scaly and hot impacted Thresher's raw spine. Pain spiked into the god-killer's neck, two sharp pairs of fangs punched into it. A massive gust wrapped around Thresher as broad wings pounded the air. The wings were shredded and in ragged strips, but by the empowered efforts of their owner and the rising air heated by his heart that enveloped them, they rose nevertheless, the shark and the serpent. Thresher groaned as his body was strained by gravity, all of its mass only supported by four short stakes in his flesh- the canine teeth of Quezatr. Blood and flesh weighed the shark down as the two soared towards the captive sky, stretching out his heavy body, pulling his already impossible spinal column (square cube law!) dangerously taunt. As thick red stripes painted his body, radiating out his his skewered neck, Thresher found the time to be thankful that most of his armor had been torn away.
With the additional weight, this torture would be even worse!
Once again, fate manages to be humorous, devil, came the flat voice of the hero, not muffled from his mouth, but clear and quiet from his mind. In your effort to destroy me, you somehow manage to reunite my with most of the fire I expent on you- through magic or science, I know not, but I am glad that it happen. Now I have the strength to perform this upon you.
The pained Thresher felt his upwards arc become curved. Quetzar's spines scraped against the top of the dome with little showers of sparks as he withdrew from its pinnacle. The hero and the devil were diving now, from the highest point in the Colosseum, nearly a mile up, pulled away from the heavens and screaming towards the burning ground.
This is a maneuver that I've become found of here in this barbaric place. It's not nearly as technical as that dark, dark mind of yours or the waters of Ketos, but I believe it is just as effective.
The entwined pair rocketed down like a joint meteor, the pitted soil growing closer and closer.
Its power can be attested by grouchy Grimm and a certain insane ape that I have been told is no longer with us.
The shark was driven through the thin husk of surface soil, not into the ground, but below it!
It is fitting, that you- my greatest foe- now feel the power of...
Thresher and Quetzar plunged into the churning Hell of fire below the Colosseum, racing recklessly into it like fallen angels.
The Comet Blitz!
Pain bloomed into agony as the shark's skull finally impacted with the charred rock and dirt.
BOOM!
The hollowed world that was the grassy field of the Colosseum erupted into ash and smoke, fire and earth thrown up in equal proportions. Reaching up like a hungry flame, the mushroom cloud of the tremendous impact bloomed swiftly towards its vaporous brethren high above, although it found something was in the way. The mass of dust and ash collided with the dome of the Colosseum and spread across its convex surface like a pyroclastic flow, filling the battlefield with earthen fog and hiding the results of the asteroid-like strike...
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Post by The Great MM on Nov 18, 2012 22:15:20 GMT -5
The fog of war spread far and wide. Those watching from the safety of the bleachers began to whisper and chant. What was going on? The entire arena was filled with a thick, gray cloud. Never before had the UCA seen such chaos. From the sky collapsing to the ground lifting. This feud had become much more than just good versus evil. Fire and ice had collided. The Earth and the Heaven met. And each encounter was disastrous.
Both warriors have given it their all, but the fight wasn’t over. Not yet.
Hidden within the destruction, Thresher slowly crawled to his taloned feet. His razor-sharp finned tail slapped the ground as he groaned, sticky strands of blood and saliva falling from each corner. His hands clenched into solid bricks and his doll-like eyes surged with an unholy power beyond that of Heaven and Hell. The ground itself began to shake. Rocks and boulders of all sizes, ranging from pebbles to chunks the size of SUVs, began to lift into the air.
The clouds of dust and dirt that yet to settle began to swirl. In the air, Quetzar quickly took notice of the change of weather. He hissed. Then he snarled. “Still not dead, fowl demon!?”
The shark didn’t pleas him with a response.
In just a few seconds, part of the arena became cleared of dust as a funnel cloud connected the roof to the floor… And in the center… was Quetzar!
The guardian was contained with a force of nature conjured by the telepathic behemoth known as Thresher.
The rotating and shaking was only a brief tactic, for soon chunks of destruction, spawned by their clash, began to hit him from all sides! Like a non-stop barrage of cannon shots, Quetzar’s body was pulverized. The rocks hit his flayed body, exploding into dusty clouds on impact or simply stabbing into the soft tissue and muscle like demonic steak knives.
Then Quetzar’s mangled remains flew from the side of the dwarfing twister. As the winds slowed to a stop and rocks fell back to the arena floor, Quetzar struck it like a hammer. His jaws groaned as chunks of Earth were forced deeper into his heroic hide. Thresher stepped forward, coughing up blood as he eyed his nemesis.
“Rise!” The shark declared, stomping his foot. “FIGHT ME!”
Like a weakened cobra, Quetzar’s head rose. “I’ll strike you down…”
As Thresher’s hands formed fists again, Quetzar’s wide wings spread outward. They were torn apart like sheets belonging to a madman, but they would still work on this day. They had to. With a flap, Quetzar was airborne… But he wasn’t heading up. No, he was on a collision course with Thresher.
And the two collided!
Quetzar’s heated jaws lashed out like a scorpion’s tail, sinking into the twisted one’s torn up shoulder. The shark gritted through the pain and swung out with a blow, striking the hero’s eye! The reptile squawked and lifted his head away, shaking his head from side to side. Just as he lifted his head away, Thresher’s other hand came up. He grabbed the throat and squeezed tight.
In a surprise move… Thresher’s head lashed out and his jaws wrapped around Quetzar’s in a kiss!
The hero was taken by surprise. His eyes went wide…
But the realization soon set in that this was no kiss shared by loved ones…
Before he could pull back, Thresher’s trademark energy beam speared down his throat and into his belly! The nostrils of the guardian erupted with gore, spraying Thresher’s scarred skull as he fell back, smoke spewing from his ruined muzzle. When his head hit the ground, a pool of crimson quickly formed…
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Nov 18, 2012 22:53:56 GMT -5
With that final attack, The voice of the UCA rang out. "Attention conbatants! Cease your fighting! The winner is... Quetzar! Now return to your Living Quarters at once..."
(OOC: Good bloody night. This was one helluva fight. It was down to the wire, really. Both Thresher and Quetzar dished out the pain, the former earlier on and the latter near the end especially... but I can't give it a drawn or MM would be mad. Besides, looking back over it, I do think Quetzar did just a tad bit better here, thanks to that missle attack on Thresher. So I humbly give him the win.)
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Post by The Great MM on Nov 18, 2012 23:20:14 GMT -5
When the words reached his ears, Thresher collapsed to a weakened knee. His breathing deep bust raspy, the ancient beast snarled. He lost... He LOST!? His black eyes surged with power again, but try as he might, he couldn't summon more telepathic power. He was out. Drained. Spent.
As Quetzar lifted from the ground, blood flowing from his mangled maw, their eyes locked. For that brief second, the pair weren't the rivals they had been for all these weeks. With a painful moan, Thresher stood up, eying his nemesis... the hero that bested him.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Nov 19, 2012 22:52:40 GMT -5
Quetzar, bloody, beaten, stripped of most of his prized scales, could only deflate with a low, sorrowful whistle. All the anger, the rage, had been drained from his body. Only regret remained.
Slowly, the hero waved a ragged wing to the destruction that surrounded them.
Devil... The serpent blinked meaningfully. Thresher... this could have been different... all of this...
Captive candlelight bored into the shark.
Us... we did not have to be like this...
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Post by The Great MM on Nov 20, 2012 6:23:12 GMT -5
Despite his entire face either being cooked or horribly bleeding, the shark managed to snicker. "It didn't." He coughed, throwing up boiling ooze, "All you had to do was see that your war has more colors than black and white."
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Nov 20, 2012 13:16:38 GMT -5
Quetzar's flayed body swelled with air, and red trickled from his mouth corners as he chirped sharply. And there are shades of gray, not a single guilty hue for you to destroy upon your own authority.
The bloody serpent tried to rise his body over the shattered earth, but only managed a short rear before collapsing back down and splattering crimson from his jaws. Broken tail twisting and shredded wings pushing, the hero shakily propped himself up on his own length, dragging a few coils underneath his narrow chest. The winged one winced as his gem-like scales raked over the raw muscle of his open pectoral.
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Post by The Great MM on Nov 20, 2012 20:13:43 GMT -5
Thresher shook his head, "I am guilty of many atrocities, young hero. But I admit mine and my faults. I see the bigger picture, the carnage the war between good and evil... Heaven and Hell... brings to entire worlds. The bloodshed is caused by both sides, not one or the other. If your side wins, so what?"
Thresher took a step forward, collapsing to a weakened knee, but he continued.
"What then? What force will your superiors claim to be evil then? Humans? Because they ruin the Earth they love so much? Would you blindly follow orders or would you become the new devil, such as I have? I would rather be a devil in Gods' eyes and a force for justice... than a drone taking orders."
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Nov 21, 2012 19:15:40 GMT -5
I do not take orders, dark one, cooed Quetzar coldly in Thresher's mind. I do as I see fit. And I see the light of justice, as well as the darkness of evil. The war, the battle between shadows and light- it is a necessary evil. What else are we to do? Simply let the dark forces conquers and kill as they please?
Quetzar beat his ragged wings, throwing droplets of blood across the whole arena.
It is fall or fight, devil. There will always be collateral damage, and that is a terrible thing, but it still pales in comparison to what carnage would arise if evil was left unchecked. The bird-like head of the hero cocked to the side. You know this better than most. Actions may spill blood, but inaction wastes lives that could have been.
We are both warriors, Thresher. We both fight in this eternal war. Perhaps even on the same side. I will not pretend that you must chose one banner to battle under. That is not my way. But to scorn both? To challenge the saviors as well as the destroyers? Quetzar shook his slender skull slowly. It will only destroy you.
Flickering eyes narrowed.
But perhaps that is what you want. Ultimate relief. Your own destruction, delivered by both the light and dark of this world. A sad though. But it is an untrue one? Speak, devil.
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Post by The Great MM on Nov 21, 2012 21:04:08 GMT -5
"When my time comes, than I shall not fight it. But I will not exit this life without taking Darklore with me, I can tell you that." The shredded anti-hero declared, lifting to his feet, "Me and you are beyond worlds apart, hero. We will never like each other, but when it comes down to it, we fight for almost the same thing, but for different reasons."
The shark took another step forward, making Quetzar steady himself as a gust of wind blew.
"My feud with you is over. You have bested me in battle, and for that you have earned my respect and worthiness of existence of such a life of power. Perhaps some day, in this lifetime or the next, we'll be able to see more eye-to-eye. Maybe, someday, we will both get what we want."
His dark eyes surged with red power. With a groan of pain, Thresher slowly turned his back toward the reptile. He then turned his head, looking at the guardian with one eye. "If you ever find yourself against impossible odds with the force of darkness, you can count on my rage. I won't be your friend or ally, but I will help tip the scales..."
With that, a beam of light fell from the smoldering sky. The cascading golden display washed across Thresher like a waterfall, transporting him back to the Hub. It'd take days for his wounds to heal and weeks for new armaments to be done up...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Nov 21, 2012 23:30:42 GMT -5
A beam of light descended for the hero as well, but the winged serpent not enter it immediately. Instead, his thin jaws- slack, cracked, and blue interior dripping with red- slowly swept across the destroyed arena. The open field of the Colosseum was shredded, crisped, and obliterated, more like an incomplete crater than level land. It was the very essence of destruction. An embodiment of dissonance.
A low, warbling sound came from the open jaws of Quetzar, a sound very much like sad laughter. The scaled guardian slithered sluggishly towards the pillar of brilliance that would transport him to his quarters and relief. It was probably for the best that he and Thresher ceased their feud. Every time they had interacted, every instance of contact between then- it had ended in the terrible force that had been spilled across this place.
Chaos.
They were a volatile mixture. Combustible, even. Oil and water. Fire and ice. Light and dark. They simply didn't mix, not without disaster. So, in the end, it was best that they simply stayed apart.
In a flash, Quetzar- as well as his greatest rivalry in an eon of heroics- was gone...
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