ORIGIN

"YOU KNOW HER WELL—AND I LOOOOVE HER WORK." Nemean wailed as the drums kicked into high gear, two sounds beat only by the cataclysmic explosion at one end of the arena. "BEHOLD, THE SLEEPLESS CHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS!"

Acrid forked tongues of lightning struck at the sand and billowing plumes of what should be a suffocating smoke spanned the air. Within it, illuminated by what seemed to be Chaotic electricity, a hulking silhouette lumbering forward: a Draconua, jaws slavering and still sopping-wet with the blood and viscera of the last poor sop put before her.

In the stands, Nemean was still gushing. "HERE'S DRACCY, COME TO PERHAPS... CONTINUE HER KILL-AND-EAT STREAK? GO GET 'EM, 'EM BEING IN THE OTHER CORNER—"

The Valkhound lurched from her easy pace into a frantic one, laughing that wheezing, over-excited laugh of hers. Her tail lashed, and she practically danced on her toes as she gamboled around the circumference of the arena. The pinhole eye sockets of her face looked to and fro, breath coming in steaming puffs.

Creosote had been quite the meal, but it had done anything but make her fat and content to lounge about.

No, she craved more. More more more more MORE!

@Galleon

"--GALLEON, THE WARSHIP OF THE UNDERWORLD!" Galleon was on time with her announcement this time. The whole time she was waiting, she could feel the ground vibrate with the stomping of something large, something circling, and her anticipation was only building. She streaked into the arena, still the rising column of sand. She surfaced, bright blue eyes locking onto Draconua.

She had yet to associate Draconua with the broken pockets of earth, given how dark the arena had been. But she could tell one thing: that looked like an opponent she could count on fighting. She didn't quite seem hinged, especially with the announcement that she'd killed and eaten the previous opponent. That'd been...exaggeration, right? In any case, the other fights hadn't been quite entertaining for her. But given her opponent's size, and Nemean's announcement, this was assured to be. She snorted. A spray of sand shot from her nostrils, rather reminiscent of a whale. She clenched her teeth in the closest rictus she could get to a grin.

Her voice, still gravel and steel, began. "It's you!" She laughed, genuinely excited. "I remember seein you doing the stage hazards." A flicker of a thought passed by her, and she absently wondered if she'd been involved in any of the stage hazards she'd faced. She looked like she could fling a cart pretty far. "Hmm, guess you're my opponent this time, yeah? We both made it pretty far. Good luck."

She silently dug herself back beneath the sand, but kept her head close to the surface, preparing for Draconua's assault.

@Draconua

To quote a meme: Finally, a worthy opponent.

Draconua acknowledged the pre-battle chatter with a derisive-sounding snort-huff. No "good luck" was offered in return, for her eyes were too set on the skull tucked just above the once-rumbling sand, and the distance she was closing with almost casual-looking strides.

About fifty feet off from her fellow behemoth, the Sleepless Chaos broke into a full-tilt sprint. It was a most unfortunate sight to witness, especially as she slowed only to rear up on two hind legs and make to slam her palms and claws downward on either side of her opponent's skull and attached eyepieces—and perhaps get a ill-thought-out grip along the way.

Of course, her belly was completely exposed and the so-called Warship of the Underworld could slip out of reach before the motion was complete, but any chance at brutality was to be treasured.


@Galleon

Galleon at least expected her opponent to return the idle chitchat. At first, she thought maybe she just wanted to speak close up. But that ended once Draconua broke into a sprint. That was pretty rude, but she didn't have the luxury to think about it too much. Draconua was was really gaining. And then Draconua was rearing above her.

But by that time, she had gotten the idea Draconua didn't have anything good in store. She snapped her teeth with a thunk that shook her jaws. Her nostrils shut, and she flailed. Her fins and her tail working to push herself below the earth before the claws, and Draconua's body weight squashed into her skull like a rotten fruit. She dove but she could still feel the resounding tremor from Draconua's body weight crashing where her head had just been. After the brief rumbles of Galleon beneath the earth, she surfaced again behind the dragon.

Her sides heaved and whistled with the breakneck sprint. She couldn't help but surface again, from how fast and deadly that attack'd been. And so soon after diving. Another spray of sand shot from her nostrils, raining on her scales. She turned to glare at Draconua, her eyes flaring brighter, getting a grasp on the location of the other giant that was Draconua.

@Draconua

Palms slammed against a spray of sand, then sank into the filling divot left by such a massive skull. The impact shot up her forearms (with surprising clarity as far as her nerve endings were concerned) in tandem with the sting of it on her tongue and in her eyes. Draconua shook her head with a wheezing snarl.

Spitting and scraping her tongue along the outer edges of her teeth, the unholy terror spun to follow the disorienting rumble of Galleon beneath her feet—but, it was impossible to pinpoint a direction. The sanguine of her faceplate twisted here and there, glancing toward her own claws as if that would trace a line to follow. Her opponent was just too close, and—

Behind her.

The Sleepless Chaos caught a flash of blue in her periphery, and twisted with an ankle-rolling ferocity that had her stumbling to pounce on Galleon's skull once again—and falling short by several feet, landing heavily on her forearms.


@Galleon

Draconua twisted back almost immediately, and Galleon found herself surprised that the other kaiju could turn that fast. Maybe too fast--she shoved her arms into the sand a good distance away from where her skull was. She winced at the impact Draconua had had on the sand. She wasn't looking forward to having that crash down on her head. But that stumble, had her rushed retreat left Draconua as off balance as she was? Time to test it. Galleon inhaled, her entire body widening. She dove again. And but a half second later she burst from the earth. A full body missile, with her head aimed straight for Draconua.


@draconua

The crack of a skull against a collarbone and solar plexus stuttered through her whole frame, and Draconua found herself rearing up to meet Galleon's form catapulting toward her. To her own detriment, of course, for the sand shark's body gave her too much momentum to stay balanced on two legs—and down the two of them went, Galleon's bulk slamming harshly against her underbelly as gravity took hold.

A roar of surprise sputtered out of her mouth as she twisted to—and failed to—rip into her foe with her teeth. Claws flailed, forelimbs scrambling for a bracing grip against pock-marked and smooth scales alike while her hind legs kicked like a cat with a toy wand; except, of course, this cat was the size of a semi truck and those claws were painfully large and sharp, and scraping for the belly Draconua hoped was within reach.


@Galleon

Galleon wouldn't realize what a mistake intentionally going towards Draconua was. Not until she felt the tear and warmth of her undersides and her insides exposed to the air. Until the pain hit her as hard as the impact of diving into compact earth. A scream tore from her throat, the sound like nails on sheet metal, until her vocal cords tore, until she ran out of air to scream, and all that came out was a silent wheeze. Each swipe of claws on her underside left her more and more disoriented, more and more not there. She went slack against Draconua's topside, blue blood gushing out of her.

She felt almost weightless, and her jaws opened in a silent wheeze. Bleary eyes, dulling from cyan to denim, focused on the thing going in and out of focus beneath her. Her brain, though beginning to succumb to bloodloss, still recognized as the enemy, the wounder. With a wheezy barely there growl, her jaws lunged at Draconua. It was more a reactionary counterattack, that of a dying mouse still biting and clawing at the snake, than any real attempt at fighting.


@draconua

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violence

gore

Wasn't the perpendicularity of this intriguing? Cycles ago, Draconua had watched as others drowned in a whirling blizzard, fleeing with entrails dragging below her; she'd seethed over her failure, the foolishness that a ground-dwelling mongrel had managed to nearly take her apart and that Vargas had seen her in passing.

And now, she could feel a kinship with that fell worm as her hind claws shredded tender underbelly, tore a scream from Galleon's throat and roared her own song to go with it. Teeth snarled upward in a foul grin. Blue blood was quite the interesting sight, too—a breath of fresh air and clear sky after sanguine, Oil, toxic green.

Blunt teeth pinched against the side of her neck, and with hardly more preamble than that, punched through meat and artery alike. Oily black sputtered, spattering all over her assailant's face; the Sleepless Chaos jerked away from the searing agony as any startled predator might, and with that motion came the sickening tear of flesh from body.

Draconua screamed, too.

She craned her neck to muffle the sound in the structure of that beautiful sail on Galleon's back; to grab it near the bottom with her teeth and pull it toward herself. To rip it and tear it to shreds, perhaps even off.


@Galleon

Feeling her teeth sink into hot steaming blood, feeling it splash against her face, no matter the vile, rancid taste that filled her mouth, was satisfying. She let the chunk fall from her mouth, not willing to eat whatever...that was made of. Clarity after the initial disembowelment slowly returned to her. A wheezy "hah", left her. But that bit of satisfaction was shortlived. Draconua, clearly on a roll, clamped down on her fin with blunt teeth. Her scutes gave into the crushing bite force, splintering with ease. Shards flew, some back into her skin. That was painful. It sucked pretty bad. What really sucked was what came after, though.

Draconua, through sheer force, began to pull Galleon's fin. That was Galleons first clue this was about to go extremely poorly. Draconua pulled it with the force only found in monsters large enough to crush buildings. Galleon, already slack against Draconua, could do little to fight back. And then, suddenly, there was nothing there. Save for spluttering of blue blood. Her vocal cords already torn, all she could do was wheeze in agony as another essential part of herself was so kindly rearranged by Draconua, and put where it shouldn't be.

"Y-" she spluttered, her voice squeaking, stuttering, and wheezing like a out of order machine. She coughed, shivering, and drooling out Draconua's black blood. Why did it taste so horrible? And yet...addicting. "Y' hit hard huh...?" She said, although the 'huh' at the end was more of a wheeze.

She stared at the fin--her fin-- in Draconua's mouth, an altogether ludicrous sight, and strangely, all she could think of was 'huh, so that's what it looks like.' Galleon grunted in pain. But she wasn't going down yet. Not without returning the favor. Her focus shifted. Draconua's arm, just within the periphery of her vision, was well within biting range. Galleon twisted, mentally(and physically) groan-screaming as she dragged what she could only assume was her intestines and delicate mesentery with her. If she could, she would clamp onto Draconua's arm, and using her tail for leverage, roll off. Truth be told, whichever outcome, she'd be glad to put a modicum of distance between herself and Draconua.