02-11-2017, 09:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-14-2018, 01:45 AM by King Ghidorah.)
The girl rushes me again, bellowing nonsense, and I unleash my glorious golden fury. The first two bolts arc wide, crackling from my fingers and bursting from my throat to carve molten trenches in the road, glowing radiantly in the fading twilight. I sweep a third blast sideways, inscribing an arc of blazing death across the infuriating upstart's path.
The flesh of her legs is scorched, shreds of her ludicrous clothing flaring into electric ash at the merest touch of my power, and she stumbles and falls!
I grin, my anger rising in time with my savage satisfaction, and I rush to the attack. This pitiful creature has drawn my blood! She, who can't even withstand a single astral bolt without injury, has caused me pain! An indignity of this magnitude (which is much better word than 'size') can't go unpunished.
My tiny tormentor begins to rise, but as she raises her gaze from the rapidly darkening road, the first thing she sees is my foot.
I don't manage to catch her full in the face, so she gets to keep her flat, stupid-looking teeth. The yellow-haired pest reacts fast, almost as though she were warned - but not quite fast enough! My kick strikes her solidly on the shoulder and knocks her onto her back, sprawling in the dirt.
"You poor, deluded creature," I bellow, slamming my heel down upon her and grinding it into her ribs, feeling them bend and crack beneath the inevitable pressure of my peerless strength, "I can crush anything I like!"
"Fuck you!' She gasps, "Crush this!"
Metal flashes in the upstart's hand, and a line of white-hot pain blazes across my shin. She's cut me! I jerk my foot back instinctively, retreating from the pain, but she grabs me by the ankle, pulling hard and toppling me to the ground!
Entangled with one another, we scrabble and claw, our graceless struggle taking us off the road and into the grass. I would have thought that my size would be an advantage, but the girl is slippery as well as strong; she manages to roll me onto my back, straddling my glorious golden chest - and then she begins to pummel my face.
At first it almost doesn't seem real. Every blow rings against my scales with a high, pure note of metal on unyielding flesh, the sheer impact whipping my head from one side to another with a kind of bright urgency that makes it nearly impossible to focus. I flail at her arms, trying to stop the assault, but the constant pounding is so disorienting that I don't know where to put my stupid useless hands!
"Die, you homicidal iguana!" she yells, repeating the word with every blow.
"Die! Die! Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die-
I spit lightning, and the vicious momentum of her attack carries her armored fist right into the bolt. The girl screams in pain and alarm as the point-blank arc of astral energy engulfs her gauntlet and skips along her arm, earthing itself in her shoulder with a spray of sparks and carbonized flesh.
The stench of burning meat and crackling ozone fills the air (two of my favorite smells!). I do it again while she's distracted, my power shining with a brilliant corona in the post-twilight gloom as it strikes her in the chest, unleashing a shower of bright orange embers. My mammalian persecutor is blown backward onto the ground, trailing smoke!
I scramble backward on my hands, feeling only vaguely satisfied. The world is spinning, and my head is full of a burning numbness.
It takes me a moment to realize what's happening: in the past, I've always had backup heads. If one of the three took a serious blow, the others could compensate. Now, deprived of that luxury and struck repeatedly in the face, I'm having to actually deal with the disorientation of a rattled brain.
I haul myself to my knees, gathering my focus to make an effort at regaining my feet.
My unworthy opponent groans, and in defiance of all common sense, the scorched and scalded human being with her silly ruined dress and useless, blackened armor begins to stand up! The sheer implausibility (which is a word I wish I had the time to appreciate) of the spectacle roots me to the spot. The girl raises her head and looks at me, grinning her hate from a bleeding, soot-blackened face, and there's a glint in her eyes that I recognize. Gigan had that look, before the filthy, scuttling inhabitants of the Spacehunter Nebula tamed him, shining in the depths of his single crimson eye.
This person is insane.
Finally managing to find my balance, I return her bloodthirsty smile. True insanity is a rare quality, and one whose annihilation I've only ever been able to really appreciate a handful of times. The prospect of erasing this unusual woman, and her vibrant madness along with her, sends a tingle of anticipation down my spine.
The pain and indignity are going to be worth it for such an uncommon prelude to the grand symphony of ruin I plan to compose in this valley.
"Is that all you've got?" she asks, coughing blood. "Bitch?"
Chortling in anger, I give her my response, lighting the newborn night in shades of gold.
The flesh of her legs is scorched, shreds of her ludicrous clothing flaring into electric ash at the merest touch of my power, and she stumbles and falls!
I grin, my anger rising in time with my savage satisfaction, and I rush to the attack. This pitiful creature has drawn my blood! She, who can't even withstand a single astral bolt without injury, has caused me pain! An indignity of this magnitude (which is much better word than 'size') can't go unpunished.
My tiny tormentor begins to rise, but as she raises her gaze from the rapidly darkening road, the first thing she sees is my foot.
I don't manage to catch her full in the face, so she gets to keep her flat, stupid-looking teeth. The yellow-haired pest reacts fast, almost as though she were warned - but not quite fast enough! My kick strikes her solidly on the shoulder and knocks her onto her back, sprawling in the dirt.
"You poor, deluded creature," I bellow, slamming my heel down upon her and grinding it into her ribs, feeling them bend and crack beneath the inevitable pressure of my peerless strength, "I can crush anything I like!"
"Fuck you!' She gasps, "Crush this!"
Metal flashes in the upstart's hand, and a line of white-hot pain blazes across my shin. She's cut me! I jerk my foot back instinctively, retreating from the pain, but she grabs me by the ankle, pulling hard and toppling me to the ground!
Entangled with one another, we scrabble and claw, our graceless struggle taking us off the road and into the grass. I would have thought that my size would be an advantage, but the girl is slippery as well as strong; she manages to roll me onto my back, straddling my glorious golden chest - and then she begins to pummel my face.
At first it almost doesn't seem real. Every blow rings against my scales with a high, pure note of metal on unyielding flesh, the sheer impact whipping my head from one side to another with a kind of bright urgency that makes it nearly impossible to focus. I flail at her arms, trying to stop the assault, but the constant pounding is so disorienting that I don't know where to put my stupid useless hands!
"Die, you homicidal iguana!" she yells, repeating the word with every blow.
"Die! Die! Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die-
I spit lightning, and the vicious momentum of her attack carries her armored fist right into the bolt. The girl screams in pain and alarm as the point-blank arc of astral energy engulfs her gauntlet and skips along her arm, earthing itself in her shoulder with a spray of sparks and carbonized flesh.
The stench of burning meat and crackling ozone fills the air (two of my favorite smells!). I do it again while she's distracted, my power shining with a brilliant corona in the post-twilight gloom as it strikes her in the chest, unleashing a shower of bright orange embers. My mammalian persecutor is blown backward onto the ground, trailing smoke!
I scramble backward on my hands, feeling only vaguely satisfied. The world is spinning, and my head is full of a burning numbness.
It takes me a moment to realize what's happening: in the past, I've always had backup heads. If one of the three took a serious blow, the others could compensate. Now, deprived of that luxury and struck repeatedly in the face, I'm having to actually deal with the disorientation of a rattled brain.
I haul myself to my knees, gathering my focus to make an effort at regaining my feet.
My unworthy opponent groans, and in defiance of all common sense, the scorched and scalded human being with her silly ruined dress and useless, blackened armor begins to stand up! The sheer implausibility (which is a word I wish I had the time to appreciate) of the spectacle roots me to the spot. The girl raises her head and looks at me, grinning her hate from a bleeding, soot-blackened face, and there's a glint in her eyes that I recognize. Gigan had that look, before the filthy, scuttling inhabitants of the Spacehunter Nebula tamed him, shining in the depths of his single crimson eye.
This person is insane.
Finally managing to find my balance, I return her bloodthirsty smile. True insanity is a rare quality, and one whose annihilation I've only ever been able to really appreciate a handful of times. The prospect of erasing this unusual woman, and her vibrant madness along with her, sends a tingle of anticipation down my spine.
The pain and indignity are going to be worth it for such an uncommon prelude to the grand symphony of ruin I plan to compose in this valley.
"Is that all you've got?" she asks, coughing blood. "Bitch?"
Chortling in anger, I give her my response, lighting the newborn night in shades of gold.
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King Ghidorah used Golden lightning in both firing modes, but mostly the vanilla flavor.
That is the only trick he knows right now. Everything else is just Physical Strength and his great stonking ATK/DEF scores.
Dawn/Erika used Foresight.
Dawn/Erika used Moyashi
Dawn/Erika used Steel Gauntlets