Nemesis

Nemesis had wandered off in a fit of frustration and, well, desperation. Orion flickered behind her as she pressed through the narrow tunnel-- it seemed to grow wider the longer she went through it. Heat waved down from Polaris, swelling the area with a feeling of home, hot air flushing through her skin. The moss here glowed a bright, lovely green, and smelled absolutely tantalizing-- sweet, oh, Nem loved sweet things. It was no surprise that she stopped to graze on the thick, clinging moss-- to her delight, it was just as tasty as the air smelt.

The crackle of fire roared and echoed down the tunnel, a sweet music to her ears. She had only been to Polaris once, and not this way-- no, she had no clue she was close to where the Spire was-- the purple reddish glow of light from the entrance to Polaris was enough to make her think it was another area entirely. With a soft snort, she glanced back down towards Orion, a noise catching in her ears.

The trinoceros was not alone. She stripped a bit more moss off the wall and chewed, squinting down the twinkling passageway. Little did she know she was about to be sandwiched between two faces for fatality-- two violent, vicious dragons. She didn't seem to care much, either. Whatever the noise was, she wasn't scared of it. She had fire to her back-- she could retreat into the flaming cavern just beyond if it was anything dangerous, though honestly she doubted anything in the cave could take her.

Well, could take her and fit into the tunnel. The huge Fire, Raheerah, could destroy her. It would take a much smaller dragon to snake through this way.

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

News traveled fast around the caves. One moment he knew no new news about the black dragon and then, he knew everything. Apparently there was to be an assault on the dragon by a group of gems plus a giant bird. Interesting and the perfect opportunity to challenge the creature. Since that first and the second time he'd grown much more and would be much more useful in a fight. He was ready to go at it and march in on the dragon with everyone else. Not to mention he still couldn't go back and face Booker yet, there was still a bit of anger burning in his blood at the numbat's forgiveness of their captor. Perhaps he was right but Baratheon didn't care. He had the longing for revenge and he would sate it. If not on the fox himself then he'd take out his anger on the dragon.

His claws clicked on the ground as he stalked through the large tunnel that lead to Polaris. In the distance he could see the glaring pink flames. It was him... Wait... No. He squinted and lifted his head higher. It was not the dragon. It was the trino. He stopped, fear ripping into his heart as he remembered the verbal beating from the trino's friend. Was... Was she around? He sniffed and looked cautiously about the tunnel. No. No she wasn't. Smoke etched out of his nostrils as he breathed a sigh of relief and continued on.

He could handle a physical beating much more than a verbal one, especially from such a sensitive time.

He knew that the rhino hadn't been fond of keeping him around so he didn't hold hatred in his heart for her. No. He just thought her full of herself and needing to be taken down a few notches. He was still the toughest thing around.

Not her.

The clicking stopped when he paused in walking a several feet away, head was lifted wings slightly spread dominantly as he stared at her. "Come to die to the black demon again, fatso?" His lips were lifted into a snarky half-smile as he questioned her. Surely if she'd come this far then they were on the same team for once.

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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Nemesis

... The beast of fire had not expected the white dragon to be here. As he came slithering into view-- there was a brief flash of panic splashed across his expression, and in truth, Nemesis mirrored it. He was bigger every time she saw him, and she did not see his tiny friend or Louie. Where Baratheon found confidence in their lonely meet-up, she found a gripping emptiness that chiseled at her usual bravery.

When he spoke, however, she had zero idea what he was talking about. He did, however, call her fat. Again. Which was really fucking rude, you know! "Excuse me? I'm just minding my own business," she snapped back, lowering her head at the dragon as he spread his wings. What she wouldn't give to tear a gash through those pink membranes and make sure he couldn't ever fly again. That'd show him, the cocky asshole.

"What the hell do you want?" She demanded, hiding her concerns behind a facade of fury. Where was that bastard Louie? She didn't dare ask the dragon of course-- maybe he had sent Baratheon after her... for some reason. She was sure he'd run his mouth and reveal it all to her anyway. "And don't you dare get any closer or I'll knock that smirk off your ugly mug."

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

As soon as she heard him the rhino set herself on fire but had that been a bit of indecision, of fear? Perhaps his size finally worked in intimidating her. Good. She would know who was the real boss. Not her. Not that slimy weasel. Not half-face. Only he, The King of Blood, was. That fire was probably a scare tactic but it didn't work with him. He only puffed more smoke out of his nose and smacked his tail on the ground aiming to shake the ground. Not enough to knock her over or disorientate her but just enough to cause a bit of movement and show just how big he was. If he could move the very earth then it would show that he could easily move her if he wanted.

"No. It looks like you're trying to see what all the hubbub is about in Polaris with the black dragon... and get yourself killed again in the process." Had she seriously not heard? That was a bit unbelievable, everyone was talking about it. "I'd honestly like to see you try. You can't tell me what to do and neither can anyone else." Damn did it feel good to say that!

However, he didn't move closer. He wanted to be in top shape for the fight and so long as she didn't push neither would he. "What I want has nothing to do with you but what is beyond you." He gestured to the Polaris exit with one wing before continuing. "Apparently a group of gembounds plus some weird giant bird want to fight Raheerah, I want in on it. A good fight with that asshole would be nice." A rumble exited his throat as his eyes flushed with excitement. Oh, he couldn't wait to sink his fangs into the fire-dragon, it would be so nice.

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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Nemesis

Nemesis' eyes went wide as the white dragon spoke of the black one-- a memory flashing through her mind. One of Fire, of death and rebirth. She grinded her teeth together, her tail swishing angrily behind her. He was calling her brother-- her fellow Fire-- an asshole, just to top it all off! He didn't understand what it meant to be Fire... And while Nemesis was aware of the danger that came with such a huge blaze, she also knew that her brother was the same as her. He was just out of control, starving, rampaging. It was reasonable to her.

The white furred pipe cleaner didn't come any closer, explaining what he wanted. She knew there was no way in hell she could let him join that blood bath-- hell, she was doing this bastard a favor. Raheerah, if he could be defeated, would take everyone down with him. On top of that, she didn't want to add to the chances of the massive group and the bird though-- fuck them. Raheerah was of Fire. Baratheon didn't understand.

"Yeah, well, I'd like to see you try," Nemesis snorted, lowering her horns to him, fire burning in her ears. She had drifted off into that connection she had with the flames-- consume, grow, spread, destroy. Raheerah's reign of chaos perhaps seeped into the rhinoceros a bit easier than most. All things said, the mutated gembound before this white dragon, likely didn't remember exactly what had happened, or at least refused to think about it.

'Cause she still thought she was on Raheerah's side, that he gave a single shit about her. How wrong she was. "You'll have to get past me if you want to get into that fiery hell, you dolt, 'cause I ain't movin' out of the way for your stupid cotton candy wigglin'-ass!"

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

He knew his words weren't the nicest and he knew this rhino was hardly the type to listen to anyone so it was no surprise when she didn't nicely step out of his way. The dragon snorted, pink smoke pooling from his nostrils as he raised his wings and lowered his head with his chin pointing perpendicular to the ground. His pink eyes slitted as he glared at the rhino. Normally he'd be worried about fighting someone, terrified that he'd end up killing them but with her it was different. This huge beast was like Kerberos in the fact that she could take pretty much anything he dished out, even if he did turn feral on her. "Is it wise to tempt the beast as you are doing, my simple friend? I'm much larger than I was before." He grinned, claws digging into the earth and breaking rock beneath him. The adrenaline began to rush into his heart and he felt an excitement within his gut. So long. He hadn't fought anything in so long. He'd been deprived of his vengeance on Louie and now this trinoceros was begging to get her ass handed to her!

He crouched, waiting to see what she would do. He didn't want to start the fight but if she would not move then he wouldn't have much of a choice would he? Well, he could fly over her but that would be akin to admitting defeat and that was one thing that he absolutely would not do. He was a king... And he would not bow down to mere insects in his path. "Have it your way, fatso." Without any further warning he opened his mouth and released a silent shockwave in her direction. If she didn't want to move then he would make her.

Round I of VII
for Dominance

Attack: Knock Nemesis out of the way with Dispel!
Defense: Crouched with wings raised and ready to dodge.
Injuries: None

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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Nemesis

"Yeah, and last time you had a leash on," she spat back, snorting her own smoke from her nostrils-- black, inky smog. She didn't know what his problem was. All she knew was that he was a cocky bastard and he would pay for underestimating her. He had absolutely no reason to hold the pride he held, and she would tear off his crown one way or another.

-- That was when he called her fatso one more time, as if things weren't enough to piss her off, and then the magic came. It was hot, but not like fire, for it was hard to even see as it pushed her back, a shockwave of strength that nearly knocked her off her feet. She held her ground, nearly buckling as she took the blow head on, but she wasn't scared. The flames on her body snuffed out as the air around her was shoved off, choking the oxygen away from her, a minor problem at most. He could push her around as much as she wanted... Once she started moving, he wouldn't be able to stop her.

And since he struck the first blow, she didn't mind launching herself at him. Though her flames had been quenched by his tricks, her spirit still roared like a wildfire, and she roared as she charged his huge, twisting form.

"PISS OFF, YA LIMP NOODLE!"

{ 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 }

~ yolo charge

{ DEFENSES }

~ blocking her body with her face frill and horns :D

{ INJURIES }

~ minor burns

table by shax
@Baratheon

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

The blast of energy sent the trino backwards but not off of her feet. Well, that was perfectly fine since the fight hadn't even begun. It would be absolutely poor of her if she lost the fight right off of the bat, now wouldn't it? A growl full of eagerness erupted from his maw as he watched her. However, he already knew what she would do, like always she would charge and he would be ready. His claws continued to clench into the ground as he waited while she reoriented herself and launched straight at him, just as he thought she would.

The dragon snarled and raised onto his hind legs, letting her get closer and closer to him. His wings spread outwards, helping him to keep balance while his rear claws dug into the earth to help him get traction. Yes... Let the beast come closer... That's exactly what he wanted. He readied his forepaws, tensing his muscles as she finally collided wit him.

He felt the force of the impact in his body as he was first shoved backwards with her full weight plus some but he stuck it out. His paws gripped onto the two horns at the sides of her head tightly, claws tightening onto the tough substance. He clenched his fangs as he dug into the earth with those rear claws creating a frightening sound on the earth but finally he managed to stop them both from going backwards anymore without any harm to himself. "Good try but not nearly good enough. Now, it's my turn." With that he cracked his jaws open and released another blast from his mouth straight at her face, hoping to do significantly more damage to her now that they were at point blank range.

Round II of VII
for Dominance

Attack: Blast Nem's face with Dispel.
Defense: Holding onto Nem's horns, digging his claws into the ground and flaring his wings for balance.
Injuries: None

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If you don't like that he stopped her charge then tell me and I'll change it ;.; I just did it this way because she rolled a fail and I thought it would be cool.
6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Nemesis

Her charge was miscalculated-- or too predictable. He grabbed her horns, slowing her in her tracks, and she actually forced herself to stop before he was able to reach at her vulnerable sides and neck-- hell no. Heeeell no. She glared at him as he began to speak, smoke coming out from her in another snort as she ignored his babbling tongue.

Nemesis could not give less of a shit what words were coming out of Baratheon's mouth at that moment. Her eyes shut tight, she summoned up the strength of the fire inside of her. They were so close, and while he had ahold of her horns, he couldn't stop her from blasting fire right at his sensitive belly.

She had the same idea as he had-- blast at close range. His spell misfired, but she hardly noticed as she parted her own jaws and tried to throw her head back-- she wanted to get as much of those tender belly scales as possible-- if they were even tender. She had no idea what his weaknesses were. She was just going to instinct, and instinct said attack the underbelly, so she did. Fire licked up her throat and burned, a pain searing through her chest, and she did her best to unleash the hungry flames on to her enemy.

{ 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 }

~ FIRE BREATH

{ DEFENSES }

~ tossing her head around, protecting vulnerable with her face full of spikes

{ INJURIES }

~ minor burns
~ throat burns

table by shax
@Baratheon

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

The dragon's blast did absolutely nothing to the trino. He didn't know if that was because of the weak spell or if the creature's armor protected her face from the blast, either way he had to think of something else to do. The flailing trino was difficult to keep a hold to but he doggedly tried. His paws clenched onto her horns tighter while he snarled with his fangs bared with the exertion. He would not let go... He would not... He would hold her here and blast her in the face if it killed him!

Well, he thought that until he felt the flames at his belly.

Now, his scales were plenty tough and protected it from blunt force and claws they were not very fire proof. His fur was flame retardant but the skin and scales were not. He snarled in anger and pain, his belly setting up a throb as the scales turned a colorful shade of red. That would be painful for a while until he could tend to it.

Enraged the dragon lost his idea of blasting her in the face. In fact, he nearly lost any ideas as the pain caused a red haze to form at the edge of his vision. He blinked, trying to clear it away to keep his thoughts and was successful... For now. However, he didn't really feel like holding the rhino close anymore. He instead tensed the muscles in his arms and gave the trino what she wanted and then attempted to fling her away, towards a wall if he could.

Round III of VII
for Dominance
Attack: Throw Nem at a wall!
Defense: Holding onto Nem's horns, digging his claws into the ground and flaring his wings for balance.
Injuries: Scorched belly scales.

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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...