gore

Fracture my spine

Creosote's chances in this battle were not looking good at the moment to anyone with a clue and closer to ground level. Much like any other meat, it'd been through the metaphorical grinder, hurt and tossed about to the crowd's amusement. The spikes had done a fine job as a tenderizer, the punctures ideal for softening flesh, and now the partial flattening might prep an unappetizing meal even further. If the struggle for freedom did not persist, if fatigue overcame the will to survive, there might soon be a giant flame broiled patty instead of a monster. Of course, distanced in physical presence and thought, this didn't occur at all to the sibling buzzing above the action.

Antennae trembled as limited intelligence tried to interpret the scene below. "Oooooh."

The sound was not uncommon to Karambit; many a time it'd been directed at filth and gore. This time, though, it was in response to the unorthodox approach to hanging on—not the stabbing, of course, that being a classic move it heartily approved of, but allowing some limbs to be crushed beneath the almost-masterpiece's weight. Karambit had many a time participated in such a bonding exercise with its friends' warm scattered entrails. It'd flail all over the place, squealing as the precious scent of loved ones coated its body, until finally every inch of it was red and refreshed. To offer to be an ingredient in such a bloodbath was a bold choice. A rather considerate one too.

However, the impressive innovation did not dismiss critiques of this fascinating courtship technique. Submission was nice at times, but aggression could always improve a budding relationship.

"Rrreach harrrder!" the insect monster advised. "Bite and scrrratch morrre! Maybe scrrream?"

The last item was very important. Friends almost always seemed to do that whenever playing with them, so it must be good.

And swear that you're mine

The cacophonous screams of such a horrible beast doubled as a lovely serenade that let Draconua know one simple thing: she was getting a good meal out of this.

Creosote squirmed out from under her with the suctioning pop! of mucus and limbs twisting beyond their usual range of motion, and the Sleepless Chaos chased it with her teeth. Jaws snapped for flailing, twisting limbs; the momentum of such a movement had her rolling halfway onto her side—unintentionally granting the meat-monster more freedom of movement—and clumsily lurching forward on a shoulder.

She wanted to pull and twist on a limb, shake it like a terrier with a fragile little squirrel, and see if it was easy to tear such open and available flesh apart.

ROUND 4/5

75%

ATTEMPT: Pull on one of Creosote's legs
INJURIES: Blinded in three eyes, some bloody nostrils

@Creosote

It's enraged snarling and hissing was becoming more of a wheeze with each breath. Air whistled in and out of it's many mouths, and yet it didn't seem like it could ever be enough. It's eyes were the wide-eyed, rapidly darting ones of cornered prey. Even as Draconua lurched off of it's hindquarters, the crushed bone and pulverized meat did not respond to it's need to run run run run.
So it did what any other cornered, frightened animal would do.

Jaws snapped at the much large pair flying towards it, it's still functioning limbs flailing about and hoping beyond hope to catch upon flesh. Somewhere deep in it's hamburger of a brain it knew this was it. It couldn't run, and it could barely fight back.

and it refused to go quietly.

I let my horns grow longer
I observed my skin get redder

ROUND 5/?

ATTEMPT: Just going freaking ham
DEFENSE: run??
INJURIES: Missing limb & mauled bits from prev fight, bitten back, stabbed by spikes, crushed hind bits. another missing limb

@Draconua

Content Warning
This post contains potentially sensitive material:

gore

A limb came tearing free with a delightful shhhhhrrrriiip! of tendons and popping joints. The impact of teeth pulverized the flesh almost immediately, biting down to bone in an instant. Draconua made to wrench her head to one side—in aforementioned terrier fashion—but the limb twitched and flailed away from her, body evading her grip. A hundred teeth scissored into the bottom of her jaw, still attached to Creosote's viscera-in-the-shape-of-a-leg, and made ribbons out of the scant meat of her cheek and the hollow of her chin.

The Sleepless Chaos bellowed at the surprising blaze of pain arcing through her body, and relinquished her hold in an instant...

... only to rip her head sidelong (still with Creosote's jaws attached, one could assume) and make for the tender, pulsating, wheezing-its-last throat just a foot or so away. The meat-beast's claws scraped through her chest, the meat of her forearms—slicing old scars open once again—but she did not heed that warning.



OFF WITH ITS HEAD.



It was pathetic how relatively small that neck was; its girth was wholly composed of muscle and fat stolen from the surplus of what Creosote and its ilk gorged themselves on. A human being couldn't have wrapped their arms around the whole of it. Yet, Draconua would've hardly needed to fit more than the front half of her mouth around it.

But, of course, she dove with such a ferocity that the slicing rows of pointed teeth were slotted around Creosote's neck (painfully twisting to accommodate such a sudden movement, surely). When the meat-monster's neck was so far back in her mouth that she gagged on it, she snapped her jaw shut with a pressurized pop! and tore to the side. Bones and joints, smashed to smithereens in an instant, brokered no defense against the ripping of flesh and gore.

Sanguine painted her skull as arteries exposed themselves in a macabre show. It spattered down her front half as she braced herself against the moving carcass and at last ripped the meat-monster's head free of its many shoulders.

The force of the motion sent the head flying up into the stands, and left Draconua with naught but what remained of a neck in her mouth, and a corpse at her feet.

She grinned as she choked it back.

ROUND 5/5

64%

ATTEMPT: Rip Creosote's head off :flushed:
INJURIES: Blinded in three eyes, some bloody nostrils, shredded lower jaw, lacerations down chest and forearms

Permission to powerplay Creosote losing its head granted on Discord! YIKES!

DEATHMATCH

Nemean realized that she'd been leaned forward in breath-held, tense-muscled silence. Her eyes had gone wide, her grin even wider, as she'd watched the clash of the behemoths. They'd both been brutally strong, and it was one of those rare times when she really wished they both could've lived. Sure, Creosote had been disgusting--but it was awesome, too.

But her delight at the violence--the shred of teeth on flesh and the thrashing of their muscles and severing of arteries--the end of the fight, it overwhelmed any of that disappointment. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!" she screamed, leaping up in her chair and hovering with a buzz. Tiny hands clapped. Confetti exploded all around, falling around the combatants in livid red and black. Music blared, and fireworks exploded overhead, each one reenacting--like a close-up instant replay--Draconua ripping Creosote's head from a dying body.

"HELL yeah!! Now THAT, people--THAT'S what we call a FIIIIGHT! WOOO! Oh--OUR WINNER: DRACONUUUUAAAAA! OF THE SLEEPLESS CHAAAOSSS!" For good measure, she blew Draconua a kiss.

How gratifying it was to know that these enormous beasts were slaughtering each other simply because she, tiny Nemean, demanded it-! The fairy sat back, basking in the bloodshed and the roar of the crowd, and then gestured lazily to the arena. "Someone clean that up," she said, but she was pleased.

_____________

DEATHMATCH WINNER: DRACONUA

Character: Creosote Age: +5 (12 Cycles, Capped) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: - Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +13 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: - Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +12 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +11 Penalties: - Total: 42

Character: Draconua Age: 5 (66,030 Cycles, Capped-) Magic Level: +5 (Transcendent Pupil) ROUND 1 Attempt: +14 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: - Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +15 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +10 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +18 Penalties: - Total: 67

NUMERICAL WINNER: Draconua

@Draconua @Creosote (for visibility)

Content Warning
This post contains potentially sensitive material:

gore

"Someone clean that up," Nemean demanded, and the Sleepless Chaos—for once!—was all-too-happy to oblige the master's wishes.

One would imagine that even a monster as large as herself should not be able to drag several hundred (perhaps even a thousand or more) pounds of corpse meat across the arena floor; but, through sheer will and stuffing at least a quarter of it in her mouth, it was done. A macabre breadcrumb trail of viscera and sanguine was left in the carcass's wake. Sand and blood mixed into a terrible sort of mud, and the slaughter far outstripped any murder scene ever witnessed. It looked like something had exploded.

Draconua would dine well in the stands as she casually clambered up, hauling the decomposing mass with her.

exit draconua (... with creosote's corpse, unless someone stops her)

Fracture my spine

"Crrreeooo! Yeessss! Fiiight!" Even in those last moments, support had continued to flow out of the stands from a Karambit too invested to temper its excitement, rained upon the battleground in the form of shouts and irritating shrieks. Though it had noticed the flagging strength of its sibling, not a thought was spared to the possibility of loss and what form it'd take. What'd mattered then was encouraging the more timid of its relatives to hold on and foster a relationship with the proper amount of screams. "Nooo! Louderrrr, Crrreoo! Moorrre!"

It was amid cheers that the final tear occurred, and the dark mass of what'd been Creosote's head arced up and hurtled down towards those seated. On instinct, propelled by fluttering leathery wings, sickle claws thrust out into space to intercept its descent. Though not nearly as hefty as the rest of it, the catch was not an easy one nor was it clean. Already rotting flesh squelched where it was dug into, and multiple eyes were jabbed into obliteration as the insect monster secured its hold.

This was how a meat creature's life ended—not in the gentle embrace of peace, but in the bloody spray of conflict. For any other opponent, the decapitation might've come as a greater shock, but for one of Effluvium's brood the outcome was all too expected by anyone familiar with their nature. Carnage resided at the very base of existence for them, regardless of whether they rebelled or embraced it. With stomachs bottomless, they hungered and devoured, continuously assimilating flesh into their grotesque bodies, and when set up against those bigger and brighter than them, they fell to their singular purpose: to be a nutritious stockpile, a reward and a feast to whomever delivered their defeat.

Creosote had just fulfilled this exact thing, a fact verifiable by the mess that'd been made of the arena floor and the steaming reek of death that rose up from rapidly cooling remains scattered throughout the sand. Once conflicted in a family of monsters, it'd no longer be pulled in separate directions by its desires, an unrelated monster solving the issue in the most practical of manners. In having succumbed in such a way, though, surrounded by an audience of many, it'd in its last moments achieved another purpose besides the original. It had entertained, performing one side of an absolute spectacle that'd surely not be forgotten so soon by those in attendance.

Karambit certainly wouldn't, but not for any reason that made the least bit of sense. It instead lamented the sharp turn of events that'd marked its sibling's failure, buzzing diminished to a low hum while shaking its own head at the disembodied one before it.

"Crrreeooo," it whined. "You lossstt ittt. Why let goooo?"

How could Creo lose its head at a time like this? It'd been doing so well, even if it sometimes seemed clueless on how to make friends the right way.

No matter the length that it stared or how much its antennae twitched while trying grasp the situation, no answer came to mind. All it had was confusion.

"Crreeooo?"

The beloved sibling said nothing. Words could not be expressed without a functioning brain despite how often Karambit endeavored to prove that statement wrong.

And swear that you're mine

-Exit Karambit