ORIGIN

Satisfied at the fire burning in her eyes, the scorched smell of flesh, Nemesis let the fire die in her throat. Baratheon wrenched her away, and although he couldn't quite toss her, her head was jerked one way, revealing her neck-- and in fright, she stumbled back, her flames cut off. Her tongue was scorched, her lungs filled with smoke, but she held back the desire to cough. It was a fight. She couldn't show weakness for a moment.

Backing off, she lined up another charge, and didn't hesitate for a moment. "Go away!" She wasn't scared of him! She'd chase him right out of this damn tunnel, she would! Her feet hit the earth, the sound of lightning at her heels-- a thunder, rumbling off deep in the distance.

She kept her head low, her frill flat across her neck, and her tail propelled her, keeping her balance, as she reared towards the beast. She didn't care what she hit, so long as she gored him, so she put all of her effort into this one bolting rush, her body aching with the pain of magic unleashed on her insides. She couldn't keep setting herself on fire if she wanted to win this fight.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }

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N E M E S I S v. B A R A T H E O N

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ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

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{ ATTEMPT }

~ CHARGE AGAIN

{ DEFENSES }

~ guarding her neck with her frill

{ INJURIES }

~ minor burns
~ throat burns
~ minor lacerations around horns

The dragon roared and her body gave out from under her, a great wave of energy pushing her practically off of her feet-- she stumbled, his grip on her horns the only thing that kept her from flying back. Her body slumped to the ground, a grunt escaping her lips, followed by a cough, but even through her smoke-choked lungs, she managed to focus on the fight.

Get up, get up! She demanded her body, unable to speak through her ragged breath, her knees crunched into the ground, her head lifted up by the horns to glare at the beast-- who did he think he was, anyway? Glaring at him, she could only thing of Magdalena. She had been waiting for her, for weeks, last time she had lost. She wouldn't lose this time. She couldn't. The princess would never find her here.

She slammed her tail into the ground, the massive limb helping to haul her up, and she tried to wrench away her horns, trying to tear at his claws in the process. He wanted her away, well fine then! Let me go, you idiot! She thought, digging her heels into the ground. She wanted to tear him open, to escape, to fight and to retreat-- perhaps part of her knew that the beast was just moments from snapping, from the bloodlust part taking over, from her becoming lunch.

But the rest of her was too thick headed to give a cave rat's ass.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }

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N E M E S I S v. B A R A T H E O N

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ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

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{ ATTEMPT }

~ pull away!

{ DEFENSES }

~ retreat!! HORN FLAILS!!!

{ INJURIES }

~ minor burns
~ throat burns
~ minor lacerations around horns
~ scuffs and bruises on legs

Nemesis wrenched herself free with a snort, and was about to spit a sick burn in the pastel noodle's face, when that burst she had felt before hit her again, but this time twice as hard. Her body was thrust to the nearest wall, a grunt escaping her teeth as she felt the flare of pain up her side.

She was still standing though, if barely. Bracing against the wall, she glared at the dragon and roared a final warning, "I'll never let you hurt my family!" If he hadn't gotten it through his thick skull that he was a danger, a horrible thing that she would destroy if he kept coming, then she would stop at nothing.

"My life is nothing, I'll happily sacrifice mine for yours, you goddamn monster! You'll never hurt any Fires or Magdalena, you hear me?!" She stamped her foot on the earth and lowered her horns, giving him another charge-- it was a tired move, but it was in her instinct to keep throwing herself at the danger head first. It hurt less than the fire, too.

"You're not going to hurt anyone ever again!" She had never seen Baratheon hurt anyone, but she had heard of the one the Princess had seen him hurt, she knew the story. He would bloodlust and try to kill-- and she had seen it in the battle of Fire, when the Wind had escaped.

There was a sense of desperate bravery to the rhino, all too apparent in her reckless charging.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }

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N E M E S I S v. B A R A T H E O N

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ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

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{ ATTEMPT }

~ CHARGE NUMBER SIXTY FOUR

{ DEFENSES }

~ yolo tbh

{ INJURIES }

~ minor burns
~ throat burns
~ minor lacerations around horns
~ scuffs and bruises on legs
~ huge bruise on side, bruised ribs

"HE DID NOTHING TO YOU!" Nemesis snarled as they collided, her horns locked with his. She felt the flare of energy across her face, the desire to burn scoring through her face-- her gem, her magic, wanted to explode, to burn away this beast and consume his entirety in her amber flames... But not yet, no, not yet.

She shoved him back, feeling the gain of her position. "You came into my home and attacked us! You invaded my home and brought ruin and pain into my family! She was waiting for me-- she didn't know if I'd survive! How would you feel if I made Booker die, huh?!" There was pain in her voice now-- imagining her princess waiting those long weeks, waiting for her to come back, wondering if she even could come back.

"I never wanted you back in Monoceros! You should get your friend and leave my family alone!" With that she tried to shove his head up, and duck under his body. If she could get under his neck, and gore his throat, get to where he could only bite at the tough, scaly hide that had formed on her body. That was the idea-- but getting under the dragon was risky, if she even manged to get under him, if she went to far he could use his weight to trap her. For now, she just wanted to get her head past his jaws, her horns under his throat.

And then she would right the wrongs that had happened, the pain that had befalled her lovely family. She didn't even so much hate Baratheon-- a heavily suppressed part of her recognized that they were not so much unalike. They both had someone they cared so much, prone to violence and anger, huge monsters that were, frankly, understood.

But he had hurt her family. He had hurt her.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }

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N E M E S I S v. B A R A T H E O N

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ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

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{ ATTEMPT }

~ get under his neck, dig horns into his neck, get at all those lovely vunerable sores

{ DEFENSES }

~ yolo tbh

{ INJURIES }

~ minor burns
~ throat burns
~ minor lacerations around horns
~ scuffs and bruises on legs
~ huge bruise on side, bruised ribs

Nemesis didn't want to listen. She wanted to hurt him. To make things right. But his words rang in her ears and she roared, trying to fight off his words-- to her, he had started this. It was all his fault. She was just doing what she was supposed to...!

A memory. Her body was molten, burning with the fierceness of her heart, as she charged blindly forward. The weight of the dragon was over her, and her legs crumpled under the heaviness, the pain shooting through her body. She was hit, and her flaming body stumbled to the earth. For a great moment, it was just smoldering charcoal... Her body cracked, a sickening noise of at least one of her ribs cracking, and breaking. And then the teeth came.

An instinct kicked in. She knew he was right. Whatever flames Nemesis was made of were nothing compared to the intense breath of the dragon as he snatched her up. By now she couldn't tell one pain from another... It was all the same, endless, torturous rage. She was a Fire who had grown too greedy, and for a moment, she felt like she might just be smothered by the larger wildfire.

Nemesis did not like being wrong. She didn't want to feel pity towards the dragon, the dragon who threatened her home-- the Fire. The Fire. He was a monster. She thought they were the same but no-- no, this smaller, white creature-- he was more alike her than that huge monster could be.

Then she was airborne.

Only one creature had turned her into the trino. Turned her into a monster. The corrupting flames of that bastard-- he had done this. She was so furious, so angry, at everything... Perhaps she was tapping into the feelings of the dragon above her, crushing her, but she felt a great surge of protective fury.

Unfortunately, her body had already decided to react. The flames couldn't find oxygen, surrounded by fluffy dragon, so the fire attacked at her lungs, fire burning through her blood. She couldn't help it-- she started screaming, the overwhelming pain of being crushed and boiled alive at the same time, her gem struggling to repeat the process of rechrysalissing, trying to save itself.

It hurt so much.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }

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N E M E S I S v. B A R A T H E O N

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ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

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{ ATTEMPT }

~ SET SELF ON FIRE FOREVER

{ DEFENSES }

~ fire fire fire!!

{ INJURIES }

~ minor burns
~ throat burns
~ minor lacerations around horns
~ scuffs and bruises on legs
~ huge bruise on side, broken ribs
~ damaged legos and probably other shit, she's squash