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Fantasy Battle of the Gods

The dragoness stood an waited watching as the male seemed to be gathering himself. She smiled slightly the expression a pleasant change from her usual cold one. As he drew closer she at long last began to move. She stepped first back and then aside, positioning herself so her back was to the trees. This moved her only slightly out of his path and allowed for a slight shift in her stance from passive to more actively offensive. Her gaze followed him sensing a new sharpness about him when it came to a matter of perspective. She knew he would most likely be able to easily adjust himself to her movement and most likely would be prepared to attack. She would wait and see what the youngling had in store. This fight was to test his mettle and it would be no good if that goal was not achieved. She wanted to see what he could do when focused before she let him taste of her strength.
 
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Suiren heard the commotion and roars outside of the wolves Mansion and ran out as fast as she could. Upon going outside she noticed two of the dragons from the previous battle. She had heard them both call out, had they been looking for her. She stood there awestruck as the fought with one another. Confused but not concerened she stood there. It didn't seem like they did not intend to horrifically harm one another. Perhaps simple sparring. She then looked over to Lucas, who appeared to be... She walked over, "Lucas? Are you alright." She asked him, he was staring blankly as the dragons fought. "I'm done." Was all he said and then walked back to the mansion leaving Suiren confused.
 
As the distance between them closed he watched as she moved back and slightly to the side. Instead of sharply adjusting and going directly for her he decided to stay his course, and as he was almost parallel to her he swiftly lowered his body and performed a spinning leg sweep, with his leg ablaze. The purpose of this attack would be to force her to leave the ground where he would then continue his attack, he knew he could no longer just hope to get anywhere with a single attack alone and needed to also think ahead. She was clearly a veteran when it came to battles and it clearly showed and he figured that he was going to be in for a treat when she decided to go on the attack, but rather than get discouraged, he was eagerly awaiting the time when he would prove that he was worthy of such action.


Again he was reminded of what it took to get a retaliation from his father and his blood began to run hot, but not from frustration or anger but from the nostalgia of the days when he was in harmony of who and what he was and the responsibilities that would one day fall to him.
 
Kurenai chuckled as he aligned himself parallel with her and moved in to sweep at her legs. She caught the glimpse of the flames that surrounded the limb and almost laughed with her delight. Now he was thinking and that was what she wanted. Her muscles tensed as she waited for the appropriate time, as his leg drew close she released tensed muscles and sprung up into the air. She doubted that his attack would end with a leg sweep so despite her now ungrounded position she maintained her alertness. She could sense the younger dragons excitement and energy and it fueled her own. There was no greater delight to her than a battle with another Shadowscale.


For a moment she found herself distracted however as she spotted the female dragon whom it had been her original intention to summon. While usually she would have loved to observe the social nuances required between to dragons she was otherwise occupied. Instead she would have to settle for simply acknowledging her presence.


"Ah doc, it is good to see that my tovit, my search, was not for nothing. I am glad you could join us briinah, sister. We shall come together for tinvaak, talk, once this is done..."
 
He kept his eyes trained on her as he went for her legs, only taking them off as he body spun around, and as he came back around he tucked his leg back under himself as his legs tensed up and his eyes went up to find her. She had taken to the air, like he wanted, but now came the hard part. Would he be able to capitalize on this event? As the tension released from his legs, he sprang off the ground with tremendous force, scorching the earth beneath where he was crouched.


He figured a head-on attack in mid air would inevitably lead to his loss since as of right now she had the height advantage on him, so he needed to find a way to get her to move according to his will, to make a move that had a higher probability of success. He pulled both arms in to his sides, flames gathering around his left hand, and thrusting it out toward her fired a large fireball up at her a little wide to the left, her right. The reason for sending it off center was to get her to avoid it to her left and bring her in for the real attack, which was going to be a powerful right cross to the gut that he would engulf in fire at the last possible moment. He was sure that if he sent it head-on that she would either dispel it with her own fire or possibly just power through the attack, but by offsetting the shot a bit he hoped that she'd take the bait to easily avoid it completely.


"Do you really have the time to shift focus?" he asked, through direct connection of the mind.


Through his peripheral vision he had seen the other dragon come out to witness what was going on, but since he could visually see that she was not in danger, that was all the acknowledgment he was going to give her for the time being.
 
"Of course..."





She returned the though almost as swiftly watching as he moved to join her in the air. The fireball her released wasn't aimed directly for her a clear sign of a diversionary tactic. She almost chuckled, of course for most this would be a trap to easily fallen into. The opportunity for a complete dodge a tempting offer. But that of course implied that one would deem it necessary to dodge. A dragon's greatest skill was the ability of wise foresight. To dodge the fireball would only set her up for another attack, one that she would have to be swift to dodge. But she specialized in surprising tactics, doing the unusual. It provided a battlefield advantage in most cases, to attack or defend in ways the opponent wouldn't expect. She had done enough biding of time, now she would put him truly to the test.


She shifted her body but instead of moving to her left as he would have intended she shifted to her right, directly into the path of the fireball. She lifted one hand from her side, catching the incoming ball of flames with her palm. The heat felt oddly pleasant but she didn't dwell on it long before she would close her fingers dispersing the flames. At the same time her other hand would come up, blue flames flickering about it. Instead of releasing a fire ball however she would move the flame covered hand in a quick arc shape firing a crescent wave of flames at the male.
 
Duragon was taken by surprise, for a moment, as she maneuvered herself in the path of his attack, but then again he was foolish to think that his tactics would go perfectly. She had dispersed his fireball with ease and now he was floating up into an empty space, open to attack, as she raised her other hand. He shifted himself in midair to face her to prepare himself for the counter-attack that was surely to come and at the same time quickly thought of what to do next.


He watched as a blue flame flickered about her raised hand and figured it would would be a fireball of her own, but again he was mistaken as she swiped her hand through the air, sending a crescent wave of flames his way. He had assessed his option and had decided that it would be rash to try to attack again and run the risk of taking on her flame directly, but at the same time he didn't want to back down from her fire either. Quickly raising both arms in front of his face in a held 'X' position a black flame began to flicker about his hands. He wasn't completely sure that he'd be able to disperse her flame but he wasn't going to just sit there and become engulfed by it either.


As the flame bore down on him he quickly swiped both of his hands in front on him, creating a black flame with silver tips between his hands, and as the tow flames connected a fiery explosion occurred, and due to his close proximity and the fact that his flame never left his hands, he was forcibly shot back to the ground. He landed with a quickly backwards roll and had to dig his feet and right hand into the ground as he skid about 10 yards before finally coming to a halt, smoke and steam rising off his body. As he stood up he felt an uneasy burning in his hands and upon quick inspection he realized that the fire he had used a moment ago had burnt them pretty badly, the result of his lack of dutifully training this special flame.


Damn, I was hoping she'd take the bait on that, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised he thought as he clenched his fists tightly to quickly get acclimated to the pain. He had used that flame without a second's hesitation and paid the price, but was still burning with excitement of what was to come next.
 
Caraline walked inside the mansion, sighing quietly. She could smell the others got home but there was also the female scent of a Dragon. But she was tired and her nerves were too fried to even care. Cari took a few steps forward then collapsed on the couch, wiping the Wolves blood from her hands onto her pants. She looked shredded ad torn but happy. She had gained a member, who was sniffing around the territory to get a feel, and she had kept both of her pups safe. She knew they would be angry at her for sure and the Dragon would have to be dealt with but she knew they would both be there when she woke up. Sure, she was taking a risk for sleeping with a Dragon and new Wolf roaming, either one killing the Pack or herself but she just had to have faith. And with that faith, came sleep.
 
"It seems you have yet to learn to control that yol, that fire, young one... Vos zey genun hi... Let me show you..."





Kurenai had been please to see the male stand his ground in the face of her flames, a pleasure evident in her tone as she spoke into his mind. Though it might have been wiser to simply back down he had instead faced her fire using the black flames that were the most powerful trait of their breed. He had done well for someone who had obviously not trained in it extensively. Had he been more skilled with the fire it would have easily consumed her own. It seemed it had even burned his hands a sign that he wasn't yet in control of it.


She chuckled finally coming down from the air and landing lightly on the ground. She moved forward slowly closing the space between them. As she did so she began to take deep breath in. Smoke curled from the corners of her mouth and up from her nostrils. A slow steady stream that seemed to grow darker by the second. As she drew within five feet of the male she slowly exhaled, black fire issuing forth from her mouth in a slow stream. She aimed this stream at her right hand, palm open to accept it. A motioning of her fingers seemed to shape the flames until they resembled a halberd of flickering fire. As his flames had held a faint silvery tint hers bore the faint traces of scarlet among them.


"Daar los yolos mu buld... These are the flames we shape... Let's see if you can defend..."


A soft rumble of a roar issued from her throat as with an easy uncoiling of muscle she pushed forth. Swiftly she closed the space between them, waiting til she was in striking range. She spun the flame halberd into a better grip and with another growl brung it around in a slash that would send it down at a slant towards his right shoulder.
 
Damn, this isn't good he thought as he watched her shape a halberd out of the flames.


His hands were throbbing and the pain wasn't letting up an inch, but he kept his neutral. This wasn't the time to show weakness or falter, he was going to prove his grit and fight through whatever pain was necessary to do so. He knew just from watching her that his only choices were stand his ground with his black flame or to dodge like his life depended on it, and although it would've been smarter for him not to play with a fire he couldn't control...it wasn't within him to run away, especially when he issued the challenge in the first place.


He steeled his nerves as he watched her continue to close the distance between, waiting to see what exactly she was going to do, his whole body a bit tense as he watched her. As soon as she began to quickly advance toward him, he quickly did the same, ready to suffer the consequences of his inevitable decision. He watched as she twirled the halberd through her fingers and as she did he covered both his arms in his black flame, instantly beginning to singe his skin and burn his clothes. The blade was coming down aimed at a slant for his right shoulder and as the blade neared its intended target he threw up his right forearm, to intercept the blow, firmly planted his right foot, to try to remain standing after receiving the blow, and taking a powerful forward step with his left foot while thrusting his left palm toward her chest.


A blow for a blow was what he came up with, but it was clear that her strike without a doubt was going to do the most damage, but he couldn't resist the urge to challenge her...she asked to see him defend and he was going to just that, except in a way she probably wasn't expecting. She wasn't the only one who could go outside the ordinary. The pain of the fire was excruciating and he had let out a roar as he made his move, concentrating on landing his attack while also steeling himself for the blow to come.
 
"Carali-" Lucas almost shouted, his arms outstreatched. He then watched as Caraline flopped onto the couch passing out completely. His arms found their original place at his sides and looked at his leader fast asleep. A simple smile spread across his face, and he walked over. She was a good leader, and deserved to rest. He took a blanket from the back of the couch and placed it over her and went back to go find Chris and let her know Caraline was alright.


Suiren had been acknowledge, however not wanting to interrupt the sparing she sat crossed legged on the grass and simply watched. It was fascinating, all the flames swirling about. Suiren did not posses the ability to make fire for it was not her element. She could manipulate the winds and waters but flames was something she'd never be able to accomplish. She watched in awe, gently rubbing at her wound every moment or so.
 
Caraline heard Lucas's voice in her dream. She felt warm inside and wanted to reach for him but felt paralyzed. Her dream then turned to a nightmare and she started moving, but was restricted by the blanket. She let out tiny whimpers, the dream consisting of her Pack laying in bloody bits around her. She cried out to the attacker but it was that little boy. No matter how much she wanted to fight, she ran. An she could never run fast enough. She let out a howl of fear and pain, thumping off the side of the couch.
 
The female noticed the amount of pain the male was putting himself through in order to land a single blow on her. He was brave that much was certain. He had coated both arms with a flame he did not yet no how to control and was willing to accept the pain all in order to prove to her that he wouldn't go down without a fight. The dragoness laughed for the first time, golden hue gleaming with delight. If he wanted a chance to prove himself then she wouldn't hold back either. It only required one hand for her to manage the halberd and she was aware of the blow he had intended for her chest. Her left hand burst into black fire. If attacking and defending were the path of the moment then so be it. She growled the rumble starting deep in her chest. She brought the halberd down heavily on the raised blocking arm as her other hand would snap forth to intercept his blow grasping his wrist. She pushed him down her own feet landing lightly on the ground. She uttered a roar more fit for the beast she was than the human form she portrayed at the moment. With a display of strength she pressed him to his knees before allowing her flames to fade. She released him taking a step back, hand returning to her side.


"I was wrong indeed... You are just what I need...a bit rough around the edges but you are kin and will grow with practice..."


She held a hand out to him an offer to help him up. She glanced back over his shoulder at the female dragoness giving a faint motion of her head.


"Would you tend to his wounds...and then we can talk..."
 
Duragon had anticipated that the strike was going to be powerful but he was willing to accept it regardless. The might of her strike made his forearm lower a bit and due to that fact the blade slammed into his shoulder, but he managed to keep it from digging too deep. At the same time she had caught his strike, landed, and muscled him down to his knees. Her strength was overbearing and he snarled at her, through her roar, as smoke curled from the corners of his mouth. As her flames faded, he relinquished his own, grimacing a bit at the pain that was emitting from both arms and his shoulder.


He smiled through the pain as he took her hand to get to his feet. "Not the greatest feeling in the world, but next time I'm not gonna be the only one looking like this." he let his arms hand loosely at his side as he grinned through the pain shooting through his body.
 
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Suiren dashed over to other dragons as their match ended, with the female being victorious. She had heard what she said and turned to the male, taking a look at his injury. "Of course, there is a river very close to here. I will be able to heal you faster there." She explained leading the way there. In her human form healing was little more complicated.
 
Duragon looked over at the other dragon as she came over and grinned a bit to himself, up close she was quite stunning but she had been nearly killed in an instant. He remained silent as she talked to him and only responded with a slight nod as he slowly followed behind her. His arms burned and ached and his hands still felt like they were on fire, he looked back over his shoulder at the victor, contemplating continuing the fight until his body gave out, but he realized that it would not only get him nowhere. A cooler head had prevailed and he simply turned back and followed after the she-dragon's lead.


"Thanks for the lesson," he communicated directly to his opponent, "I hope we can do this again soon."
 
Once they reached the river she walked to its bank turning to him. "Please, sit by the waters edge and I'll tend to your wounds." She told him walking about ankle deep into the water herself.


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Kurenai followed behind them rubbing the back of her head. A stripe of bright red ran across her left palm the faint sting of a burn causing her fingers to curl protectively inward. As he thanked her for the match she simply shook her head a small smile wreathing her lips. She ached to return to her dragon form but knew that now was not the time for such things. Soon enough she would be able to and then she wouldn't be trouble by such minor things as a slightly burnt palm. She had to give the young dragon credit his fire was hot, when he learned to control it then it would truly be something formidable to behold.


"Consider it my pleasure... I have not had such an amusing grah, battle, in a long time... We shall do it again I hope but then you will be not only a kendov but a zeymah, a brother..."





As they reached the river she leaned her frame against a tree. Her attention shifting now to the water dragoness. Though she was not of fire she was kin none the less. The Breath was different but the Blood was the same. As she entered the water Kurenai tilted her head slightly, She had not witnessed a water dragon work it's healing talent in quite sometime so this would indeed prove interesting. From her place at the fringe of the treeline she spoke.


"Do you intend to stay in the form of a joor, a mortal for this... You are a dov would that from not be more suitable to use your Sum, your Breath... Mu los pah dovah het... We are all dragons here..."
 
He followed her to the river, and per her instructions, he sat down at the rivers edge, grimacing a bit as he tried to conceal the searing pain that was shooting through his body. He felt pretty bad but he knew he probably looked a lot worse. He was exhausted from straining his focus, beaten and burned, and felt that he could really use a nap right about now...maybe a big meal too. He doubted Vampire tasted any good, but champing down on that vampire from earlier would definitely make his mood a bit brighter.
 
Mark and Lisa wuld be In there Dragon form Fliyng Threw the clouds as they both look at each other and look the High clouds and the ground and see the humans in there town,As they fly they see mansion very beutifull as Lisa cant see it as she is a the other side of the body and because of that both hit there heads bi accident and there vision started to go blurry and wuld start to fall and as a loud sound of wind wuld be heard and the two headed dragon wuld crash on a tree,The tree top was broken and bended and Lisa and Mark wuld be at the top in there dragon form
 
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Nezera had followed the dragons through the trees to the river. She had enjoyed seeing the female beat up the him and now it seemed like they were going through some healing procedure. All the werewolfs were inside and nothing more intresting seemed to happend, so she was going to leave. But not just yet, she wanted to know why the dragons had met.
 
Suiren looked to the dragoness, and then touched the bandages at her side. Her wounds hadn't been healed fully before, however there was a chance she could shift now without worsening it. She thought about it for a quick moment and decided shifting would indeed be for the best, even if here wounds weren't at a proper state of healed she could do a better job once she was her true form. She gave the dragoness a quick nod then, and stepped back a bit further into the water now about knee deep. She closed her eyes and sudden gusts of wind enveloped her body, spinning around her, and she was in the middle of this small cyclone her long hair was shot straight up in to wind and the bandages peeled away from her skin. Eventually the wind became so strong and fast there was nothing left to see of here but as it reached an incredible peak it stopped suddenly revealing the eastern dragon that she was. She was long and lean, a mix of aqua colored fur and shimmering white scales. She had long thin horns yet no wings. An almost purr like sound came from her throat as she felt the relief of taking her true form. Human bodies felt so restricting, she then turned her attention to the male dragon she looked at his injuries. They were bad, but not severe it would be an easy task to heal them completely. She then closed her eyes and a gentle breeze swept over her. The water in river began to glow, like the glass of water she'd been given before did, and as it reached a bright white she leaned over and gentle used her breathe on his wounds, a soft sparkling mist of water clung to the injuries. She then dipped her fur tipped tail into the water of the river which glowed brightly and brought it over to drip on to his wounds now covered in sparkling dew. As the water rolled down fresh new skin would show and eventually his wound was completely healed.
 
As she watched the young eastern dragoness shift forms Kurenai smiled. She could sense that the girl got the same pleasure from returning to her natural form that she did. Being in the human state was convenient yes, but it was no form for a dragon. Humans were so small trying to maintain that form for to long was almost suffocating. With that in mind, Kurenai returned to her true form, taking time for once to relish the transformation process. It began with her hair, smooth horns forming and curving from her hair. The red hued locks seemed to come alive, flickering and smoldering. Slowly her human form seemed to burn away and with a swirl of black flame and embers she returned to her true form, her massive frame taking up a good bit of space even as she settled into a seat on the bank of the river. She sighed, the sound a deep pleased rumble.
 

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