Choose your destiny! Flawless victory! [Inevitable Tournament Arc]

[meat_mooks]

No sooner did the Obs Deck descend to Arena Planet LXIII, and the crew allowed to disembark, than they were met by a veritable cloud swarm of cameras. Sleek, elegant things that might have been living, might have been machines, maybe were even magical... but were definitely nuisances as the swooped around to capture video of the crew at all conceivable angles, close up and far away. Their every move from this point on would be on camera.

In front of a small crowd of retainers stood what appeared to be a great circular orb whose only distinguishing features were a nose, and what appeared to be the most overblown mustache ever, which actually appeared to be supporting that two-foot-diameter orb at shoulder height to a tall man. Then the orb took a couple of steps forward,revealing that no, those were actually just really, really hairy legs. A seam cracked open on the creature, and in a voice loud enough to echo across the broad open plains without any need for amplification, it bellowed, "AND NOW! STRAIGHT FROM THE TRANSMIGRATION NINE VESSEL! OUR NEWEST COMPETITORS! FRESH TO THE STAGE OF BATTLE, BUT NO STRANGERS TO WAR--"

It went on like this for some time.

Under cover of this introduction, a small man that to all appearances seemed to be the love child of Richard Nixon and a particularly aggressive Furby stepped forward, and in a bored businesslike tone recited, "Welcome to the tournament. There will be one battle per day. The arena in which you battle will be determined by random draw. Our medical crew will perform all healing necessary and ensure no deaths so feel free to not hold back. Please refrain from accepting any bribes or favors from on-planet spectators--"

"--ARE YOU READY?!" the orb bellowed even louder than before, completely swamping the smaller man's recitation. "THEN STEP THIS WAY!"

And so saying, the orb and its procession began a clearly well-choreographed procession towards a large, medieval-looking fortress that hung dramatically just on the edge of clear vision. (Conveniently, this procession passed several large advertisements.)

Comments

Really sorry about the delay with this, cold and busy uni not a good mix >.<

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible kept up the storm for a few moments longer until he could no longer get a good idea of the location of his opponent, the cloud giving a final few arches of lightning before beginning to dissipate.

Crucible having used that time to gain some altitude above the storm himself, his sight locking onto Crematia as she broke over the the dissipating clouds with not one but three of her, two no doubt were illusions but which was which. Once more drawing on his power, lightning crackling around his snout as he let loose another spell one that he had used at range prior, lightning arching down toward the middle of the three great dragons before two separate bolts separated from the initial and arched toward the other two.

[mercyisweakness]

Crematia strained her wings, flapping harder and harder to gain altitude. Realizing her time is running out as the illusions start to fade away, she decided to take the next step and teleported almost directly above the cursed metal serpent. Fangs and claws ready, she falls directly on top of Crucible.

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible kept his gaze sharp on her and his surroundings, she was a cunning dragon when she needed to be he had little doubt. When she teleported he sensed her presence immediately above, closing his wings in and twisting in the air in an attempt her claws and fangs, roaring though as he felt her claws leave bloody furrows in his scales.

His head whipping up and around, lightning dancing around his maw before letting loose his breath weapon directly at one of her wings as the pair tumbled and fought.

[mercyisweakness]

Crematia inhaled deeply and let loose a barrage of flames as she slammed into Crucible, claws immediately digging into his flesh, tearing as much as she can. The evil serpent screams as lightning tears through the membrane of her wings, but she still clings on, determined to fight as long as it is possible.

She is barely aware that they are no longer in midair but falling, falling straight down to the rapidly approaching earth.

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible roared out in pain from both the barrage of flames, doing his best to twist out of the way of the majority of the powerful flame, though a near impossibility at this range. His own claws lashing out at the red, his bite trying to get hold on her neck.

His wings part in small bursts, trying to slow, or at least guide their fall, toward any speck of water that had been visible far below. His attention however fully on trying to free himself from the grip of the great red above, trying to spin them so that he were above.

sorry for the slow! Lost the tag in the inbox

[mercyisweakness]

It pleases Crematia of hearing his pained bellows. It pleases her greatly.

But her triumph is short lived as she realized just how strong her opponent is - she can barely keep her grip on to him. She was about to mutter another spell when jaws latched on to her throat, blocking both her voice and air. This time she is the one squirming, barely breathing through her nostrils as she tries to get out of his tenacious grip.

Not a problem!

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible only grips tighter around her neck, he was strong, but so was she. His grip on her neck was strong, but still gravity proved a more and more immediate obstacle, no matter his hold there was little doubt that her claws would still do damage. The ground rapidly approaching even from the height at which they had began their tumble.

His aim at that moment was to twist until Crematia was beneath in their fall so that he could release and attempt to pull up. The closer to the ground they got the more dangerous for the both of them it would be.