Lost Amongst Lava (Open)

[Miranda Frost]

All was well, all of the three were now on solid ground without a torrent of lava threatening to melt their meat off their bones. Her breathing was accelerated by that whole ordeal, but overall she was glad not to be turned into flesh and rock soup, cooked to a mighty crisp over open brimstone.

Dust and ash covered her from head to toe, and tears could be found in her leather jacket. The zipper was completely torn and the coat sagged at her shoulders. It couldn't be helped now. The roars and growls came ever so closer. She shed her coat and let it fall to the ground. In its place was a tattered and torn, black colored shirt tucked into old black battle dress uniform pants. The sleeves have been nearly completely torn away from her mechanical arms with pieces of cloth still stuck in various places.

The metal itself was lightly chrome, but shown signs of wear. Its appearance resembled what a human arm looked like with most of its skin and muscle torn away. She turned to face the three dragons who flapped their wings and snarled at them but otherwise stayed at bay. The spiky haired swordsman sprinted forward and engaged one. For some reason the others just watched, careful not to get to close. All eyes were on them.

Ultimately, the swordsman stepped away the victor, but a new dragon rose to take its place. It missed a great portion of its scales and other portions seemed to fall off. It was goofy yet sinister, especially with the way it glared at the swordsman. He didn't have to say a word to confirm that this was the dragon he mentioned before, the one that supposedly survived.

But not for long, The cyborg Frost would make sure of that. Miranda stepped in quick, grabbing the male's sword and shoving it to the ground. Something had to be done to break the staring contest that was being held by both parties, and Miranda would be the one to do so. She balanced herself on the blunt edge of the sword, an arm held out against his shoulder pad to balance herself

"No talk, throw me", she said, her silver eye scanning the near naked dragon with blood lust. Her voice was entirely synthesized, sounding more like a computerized translator than human. It could not be helped. She lacked the proper voice boxes to speak. The swordsman catapulted her at a high speed toward the dragon, aimed at its head. She held out her arms and the dragon snapped at her catching her right arm into its sharp maw. She d responded by wrapping said arm around its jaw, keeping it still. She had to act fast before the others came in to help, so she flattened her hand and thrust it into the dragon's eye with all her might. Being made of metal with incredible strength, her arm drilled into its eye and beyond, cracking the bone behind it.

As expected this caused it to drop her arm, now dripping with oil and lubricants. The dragon squirmed and writhed with pain, desperately trying to shake her free. It was no use. Her arm grasped the inside of his socket, pushing at the back of its socket in attempt to widen the crack. Her other arm still held onto its maw, but suffered from bite after bite.

"One more", she said, withdrawing her hand before thrusting it one more time, breaking the wall between her and this monsters brain then released it, falling back to the ground, using her already damaged arm to break the fall. The shock hurt but otherwise she was fine.. the arm was mangled beyond belief though. She turned to see what the others had accomplished in this time.