Check: Queen Threatens King

[Dawnika Snow]

It begins!

Rules:
Time: 72 hours
Words: 1000 max
SP: On
Random Elements: On
Damage meter: On

Let's fight!

The silver-clad assassin cracked her knuckles under the metal protecting her hands. Her foot slid across the dirt carefully as she assumed a fighting stance. Ghidorah stood opposite of her just few meters out of reach. The black and blue plastic hanging on Erika’s neck started to make noise. The headphones cried out with a loud siren, or alarm, like those that would warn the city of an impending tornado. The dragon stood confused until he heard the guitar riff. Heavy metal strings blared over the sounds of a drumset. The golden man wore an annoyed expression. Music, how unbearable.

The wind blew past the two once again, and the sun disappeared behind the horizon, lighting only half the sky in a fiery lit tint. Adrenaline pumped through Erika’s blood, lighting fire in her soul and burning brightly on her face. All she could think about was getting the chance to break a dragon. He didn't look like a traditional dragon, but his soul radiated pride and destruction; everything a dragon needs..not mention the lightning spit that was launched at her with a loud roar.

With a quick motion and a combat roll Erika was able to get away from the electronic spit before it cooked her. She braced her fists and sprinted as fast as she could, which wasn't too fast but the distance between them was no more than a hop skip and a jump. Ghidorah stood ground, even after watching Erika punch a small ditch in the ground. Nevertheless, her fist reached for his chest, only to be caught by his hand. The golden dragon flinched. Her attack was much more powerful than predicted, the force pushed him back a few inches, his feet sliding through the dirt.

The golden haired assassin, fist still caught in claw, took her free hand and grabbed Ghidorah’s scaly left wrist. Judging by his scrunched expression, he was about to breathe more lightning death. She acted quickly, twisting the King’s wrist and forcing him in front of her. His golden breath scorched the ground in just ahead of them. After he had finished turning the grass black with golden streaks, she grabbed him by his upper arm and swung his whole body, tossing him into the base of  a decent sized tree next to the pond. The broken half of the tree collapsed into the water making a small tidal wave on the other end of the basin. Dust collected from the splinters of wood that broke away from the trunk, making a small cloud of dirt around Ghidorah. Erika had gotten into the battle spirit now, and was already chasing after him. Her expression was oozing psychotic pleasure. The lust for battle only fueled her endeavor, ensuring she wouldn't go down until her body had withered.

“You insolent little pest! I'm going to destroy you!” Ghidorah raged as he pulled himself out of the wooden debris. He took a deep breath, exhaling more lightning in Erika’s direction. She took it directly and it scorched at her nerves, but she didn’t seem to care; she would not have been able to dodge anyway. The lightning barely slowed her, certainly not enough to allow him to let out another breath. Her fist connected with his stomach, and his claw with her shoulder. Both of them let out grunts of pain. With the boon of preparation, Erika’s armor protected her shoulder from a devastating slash wound, however, the bludgeoning force of Ghidorah’s arm did cause some unwanted discomfort. Erika jumped back as he reached in to tear her head off her torso, and swung her arm through the air. A cone of white light burst from her fist, knocking the King off his throne and back onto the ground. He wasn't expecting such an odd attack. It was like she had breathed fire, only if fire was pure force. It didn't hurt as much as her other punch did, but any pain was hardly helpful to him.

Before he could collect himself, she was upon him again. The silver fists interlock to form one tool of destruction, a medium for an adolescent’s insany driven rage. Dragon or not, Ghidorah was nothing more than a punching bag to her; a golden, lightning spewing punching bag. Her hammer-fist drove into the King’s armored chest, causing him to cough up blood. She made him bleed. The simple thought drove the dragon insane.

He took a few more punches before gaining some sense, grabbing the short blonde by her hands and smashing her into the ground with ease. Locked under his grip on the ground she was helpless to another vomit of lightning at point blank range. The electric tore at her nerves and muscles, pain seared her skin with fizzling heat burning at her tendons.

Pain never stopped her before, and it wouldn't now. She survived many troubling experiences with fire; lightning was only another endeavor blocking her path. The strong willed assassin dug her hand into the ground and pushed against Ghidorah’s force. With a loud battle cry she was able to overpower him enough to get to her hands and knees. Her hand reached for the Japanese Saber on her waist where she pulled it out, slicing Ghidorah's wrist iaido style. He was forced to let go, allowing the girl to roll away. More blood dripped from the King’s hand. The Queen bled as well, dribbling off her lips and down into her dress. Good thing she wore black. A flick of her stained blade sent little trickles of dragon blood off the steel, where she promptly replaced it in it’s sheathe. The both of them reassumed their stances before readying for the next attack.

“You can't crush my spirit, whelp!” The assassin screamed as she recklessly charged into battle again.

Exactly 1000 words, as described in our rules. Ghidorah and Erika have taken several bludgeoning strikes each, but Erika has tasted dragon vomit in form of watts. Both are still capable of fighting though.