Check: Queen Threatens King

[Dawnika Snow]

Pain. Her hands balled tightly into fists, she slowly forced herself to stand. She didn't care how much it hurt. Pain was only a sign that a person would die if they kept getting hurt. She knew she was dying; she knew it hurt, so she ignored it.

“Is that all you got, bitch?!” She screamed , blood coated her tongue and teeth from coughing.

Electric shocks fizzled up her arms, searing at her tendons. The pained expression on Ghidorah’s face told Erika that her fists were working their magic. She grinned gleefully and felt a jolt of joy; or, was that more of the electric aftershocks? Either way, the sole fact of being able to bash down a beast of pride and annihilation tickled her in all the right ways. She began to chuckle which slowly leads into a psychopathic cachinnation. Ghidorah seemed disgusted at her inane cackling.

“What do you find so amusing, little girl?” He asks trying to fully regain himself.

“Why, isn't it obvious?” She asks through her haughty cackle. “This is the greatest hunt ever! I'm bleeding, you're bleeding; I'm on equal footing with a dragon! A creature of pure destruction! I am INVINCIBLE!

“Blasphemy! Foolish human! You solemnly believe you're at a level that can even be compared to me?!” That statement seems to have triggered the golden reptile.

“Yes! Yes!” She screamed with psychotic grin painted across her face. Black appendages violently spurted from Erika’s back. “Let’s spice things even more!”

She has wings? A new feeling. Was Ghidorah actually jealous? His envy was ever apparent in that stern expression. How he longed for the glory of flight again.

The assassin took flight, letting the gentle breeze carry her up along with a few heavy flaps. The King reacted instantly, spewing golden death in her direction but she was much faster at the wing and moved away before it even got close. She swooped around him, flying past his lightning breath to even the between them. Without slowing down, she barreled into his chest with her fists making impact. He dug his heels into the dirt to stop sliding as she dragged him along. Erika then planted her feet in the ground, getting another two punches in: One to his scaly knee, effectively kneeling him; then a follow-up strike to his chin. Although the blow was rather disorienting, the bronze-clad iguana kept true to his footing, albeit the assassin wasn't going to easy up. She rolled past him to get a view of his backside and wrapped his arms around his torso. Clasping her hands together and locking her fingers in a tight hold, she roughly flapped her wings to take off. His large weight was a bit difficult to manage in hand with his twisting and turning to escape, but nevertheless they took flight.

“Let go over me you simple minded plebeian!” He growled as he attempted to claw and bash his way out of the hold.

“Screw off you arrogant piece of shit!” 100 feet of wrestling later, Erika changed direction plummeting straight for the ground. She grabbed Ghidorah by his beefy arms, pinned them back and stood on his back facing him towards the approaching earth. A crater splinter the earth underneath him, raining dirt and grass around the two. Erika released the reptilian humanoid and jumped off of his spine. His limp body laid there momentarily before slowly and sluggishly pulling himself up. Blood dribbled down his whole body, leaking thick red liquid almost everywhere. His whole front side was glazed in soil.

Erika could feel him radiating pure hatred. Every fiber of his being wanted to tear her body into confetti.

“I'm through with this pathetic squabbling, paramecium. You will die slowly, writhing in pain as my glorious golden lightning cooks your body like beef.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Words are useless.” She says mocking him with her hand. Without warning, and a lucky moment in Erika’s mocking where she was unprepared, he shot his lightning directly at her, scorching her skin even worse. Anymore hits like that would leave her without skin. She angrily charged in response, swinging her fist as he breathes more golden puke at her. The flash of light that had sent him back last time collided with his attack, sending electricity sparking in different directions. Fist-to-fist again, Ghidorah had enough. The annihiliator grabbed hold of her appendage and swung her around like a ragdoll. With a strong flick of his wrist, he sent the assassin flying into the cliff face. Dirt showered over her head. The dragon ruthlessly gave chase, giving her a taste of her own medicine. His fists connected to her body and face multiple times, blackening her skin with bruises as well as burns.

In attempt to escape, she swung her fists sporadically, making an awkward blow on his chest that wasn't very effective. He backed off for anmoment to avoid a worse hit, but that was all the time she needed. By the time he came back in to flurry more bludgeoning punches that could crack her bones, she grabbed hold of his fist with a dodge and slammed him against the dirt wall. More dirt rained on them both.

The golden iguana vomited more of his glorious electric destruction over her head, not really aiming for her. The vigilante flinched in response and ducked, allowing him to get a heavy swing in sending her flying back several meters into the nearby pond. She fished herself out, drenched in mossy water.

“Not good...enough.” She coughed, spitting up blood and water slightly disoriented. . “You’ll never break my spirit. My soul.”

973 words. Both Erika and Ghidorah feel a bit worse for wear.