Check: Queen Threatens King

[Dawnika Snow]

If only there had been a few more seconds to react. The lightning was too fast, even with Erika’s enhanced reflexes. The giant electric bolt of crackling energy struck forth with the fury of Zeus himself. The only thing Erika could do was cross her arms in front of her head to prevent herself from being knocked unconscious. If not for that, she would most definitely be a carcass right now; an extremely charred carcass. Her knee plowed the ground below her as she fell. It looked as if she was done; blood dripped from every part of her body, staining the grass that was barely visible beneath the waning gibbous moon. The poor girl heaved aggressively, spitting blood staining her breastplate with each breath.

A heavy aura resonated in the distance; she could feel the pure hatred radiating from Ghidorah as he approached her. Her limbs refused to move, the electricity coursing through her nerves still keeping her muscles agonizingly locked. Though her ears were slightly ringing, she could hear his oversized feet slowly stomping towards her. All she could do was plead for her body to act; to reach up and pull Zeus from his throne on Olympus. He stood before her, no more than a meter away. Forcing her head to angle up, she groaned in excruciating pain.

Ghidorah seemed unimpressed, judging by the stern expression he wore. “I seem to recall you saying ‘If you can raise your foot that high against me, I might as well be dirt under your feet.’” His deep voice beat against the rapid pounding of her still-functional heart.

“I suppose you are nothing more than dirt then,” The dragon-man snidely remarked as he raised his huge foot above her, ready to smash her like an insect.

I refuse.

How it happened was a mystery to both combatants, but Erika’s body suddenly flared in defiance. Her left forearm caught the King’s foot midway, her opposite hand gripping her wrist for support. Describing the pain as merely ‘hurting’ would have been an understatement. The golden-gloater was dumbfounded; how could this feeble creature still move? He showed her no mercy, ready to rain more golden hell down upon her.

“You underestimate me!” The blonde screamed with a vicious glower. Just as he let his lightning out, she slid back, feet digging through the dirt. The abrupt movement swung Ghidorah’s head down, causing him to electrocute his own foot. Not even wasting a second, her fist wound back, ready to unleash its fury on whatever dared meet it. A heavy haymaker connected with the King’s kneecap; between the two cases of armor(or armor and scales?), Erika could bet she might have at least cracked his bone, perhaps even shattered it completely.  Quickly disallowing Ghidorah the precious time to scream in agony, Erika’s wings burst from her back allowing her to effectively dropkick him to a prone state.

Ghidorah reeled in pain on the ground while his attacker landed softly, only to drop to her knee again. Her body refused to move again. Was this it? Was all her work to find and effectively pummel her target simply in vain? No. There is always a way. The pig that writhed in pain in front of her didn’t deserve the pleasure of victory, and there was no way she was going to let that happen so long as she kept breathing. The golden haired vigilante ignored the numbing pain spiking every single nerve in her body just to stand.

I refuse.

Just as her footing was solid enough to stand up straight and start walking, an unpleasant feeling shot through her muscles, though it wasn’t painful.

“Wha-” She coughed through some blood. “What’s happening?!” Just as she finished her sentence, a black fire erupted from her mouth, encasing her body in a rosebud-shaped cocoon. The flames danced wildly around her for a few seconds before she took on a new appearance; shorter black hair and ocean blue eyes, opposite of her previous look.

Ghidorah finally came through, lifting himself from the ground. Pain radiated up his leg and into his back. Though, that wasn’t the primary thought in his mind; what happened to the blonde haired bitch he was just fighting?

“Who are you?” Were the only words he could form right now. The black haired girl in front of him groaned in excruciating pain as he spoke, but still answered forcing herself to stand up straight in good posture.

“Dawnika Snow.” She plainly answered in a deeper voice. The assassin unhooked the steel gauntlets from her wrists and let gravity take them. Once her hands were free she reached on her back, pulling out the rifle that sat snug in its holster. Ghidorah was about to make another comment, but his opponent gave him no time. She raised her sniper in his direction. A loud boom sounding as the .50 caliber bullet blew from the cartridge and towards him. Though it barely pierced his tough skin, the bullet tip did manage to break through, like a stake in the ground. To Ghidorah, this was nothing, but he had to care for the state he was currently in. He ripped the bullet from his shoulder and tossed it to the ground.

Familiar black wings erupted from Dawn’s back as she quickly took flight. Ghidorah instantly noticed how much faster she was. Nevertheless, he attempted to attack her from the ground with his dragon breath. Much to his disappointment, Dawn was too agile and nimble to be hit by such a downtempo offensive.

After unloading her full magazine into her opponent, the ocean-eyed assassin stopped, hovering in midair, to summon her secondary rifle instead of reloading. She swooped in closer and emptied her magazine, most of the bullets hitting their mark. With a quick click-and-snap, her automatic rifle was reloaded and ready to fire again. The King could barely hear her stark voice reach his ears.

”I refuse to lose!”

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Ghidorah's knee is probably broken? It's at least feeling like chunky salsa.
Erika is now Dawn and effectively attacking from a safe distance with range.