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FINAAAAAL BAATTLE [ITA]

Within a great dome suspended in the sky by magic or technology -- because really, what was the difference? -- the final arena took form. Which was to say it took no form, or any form. The two combatants found themselves deposited on opposite sides of a slick translucent platform, surrounded by pitch-darkness. In that darkness, vague hints of shifting remembrances of old battles swirled, ready to leap out and remake the arena at a whim.

On one side, the warrior lord Hogan Bight, alternatively known as the dragon Crucible.

On the other side, the Viking warrior-girl turned lightning-lord, Ruffnut.

There came no signal, no alarm, no warning, no notice to begin. There came only the simple knowledge that now was the time to claim final victory.

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Ruffnut punched a hand into her open palm and cracked her knuckles feeling the electricity in the air...and also inside her. Win or lose the ship would be saved. Now it was just about honor. Her honoring the people she had trounced on the way to the top.

A twisted smile, a thirst for power. And a hunger for respect.

Bight stood tall and confident, the great sword at his back untouched. Bowing his head to Ruffnut, she had done particularly well to get to this stage. He had little doubt in her abilities to make it to this stage. He would give her a proper fight.

He would show her just what she was in for, his form glowing bright for a moment, his form rapidly swelling and expanding filling the darkness with the light of his transformation. Bronze scales gleaming in the darkness, all one hundred and fourty feet of his length held with a dragon's pride.

Ruffnut's jaw dropped as he did. She had heard there were more dragons in the crew but...this was more then anything she had expected.

It was like her past was catching up to her. Fists clenched tight she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Alright, let's go." She growled and thundered across the field footsteps pounding the translucent ground underfoot fiercely.

"Indeed, let us fight,"

Crucible lowered himself into a fighting stance, dipping his head at her words before giving a near deafening roar in challenge as he sprang forward as she closed in.

Digging his claws in he swept himself around, bringing his massive tail around in a powerful sweep, intending to at least deter her charge with the sweeping limb that was as thick as she was tall.

Ruffnut gave herself a smirk as she sprang to avoid the tail swipe, unaware that she had slowed down exactly as he wanted. And she was airborn for a few precious moments aiming to keep her feet moving the minute she made contact again.

Maybe if she was lucky this Dragon had that special spot on his neck the dragons in her world had.

For his size Crucible moved quickly, even as she jumped he brought his sinuous form around as he followed through from the tail sweep.Whipping his head around, a deep breath taken.

A glow would be seen at the back of his throat not an instant before a beam of light as hot and intense as a star lanced forth at the viking from his open maw.

Ruffnut's eyes went wide as the beam streaked towards her. She had never seen a dragon do that before! And she wasn't about to find out what it would do. She rocketed forward using her uncontrollable speed from the first round and dodged the attack, throwing herself horned helmet first at the belly of the beast.

Crucible narrowed his eyes at her sudden burst of speed, she did well to avoid the blast however. His senses however kept track of her, lowering his head to peer beneath himself with a low growl.

His thick scales protected him from the majority of the force from her blow, though he gave a grunt otherwise before bringing his weight to bear, lifting himself up before bringing his considerable weight down on the viking below.

Ruffnut was too stunned from using her speed powers to dodge, the last thing she saw was a wall of scales coming down on her, and all she could do was make sure the pointy part of her horned helmet was facing up before she was pancaked into the ground. She heard something in her back pop or crack...either way there was numbness and tingling and lightheadedness before the world went dark under him.

Crucible growled at sting of one of the horns of that helmet finding purchase and digging in even as his weight came down, the horn though a gap in his scales. He felt her go down beneath him, lifting his weight near immediately to look over the fallen viking, taking the briefest of moments to reach underneath himself to peer to the battered helmet sticking from between two scales, prying it loose to let it drop to the arena floor, followed by a drip of blood.

Turning his attention fully to the fallen viking he examined her carefully, with some wariness in case she came to and immediately tried to fight.

It was a struggle to fill her crushed lungs with air, but everything still felt functional. There was a rushing in her ears that drown out another noise.

But what really got her moving again was her reflection in the floor. She turned her head just enough to see her brother's face sneering at her. She began to pull against the muscles which begged she lay flat and let out a roar that would rival Blight's own. Sparks shot off her skin and began to race along her arms and legs which shook and wobbled as Ruffnut rose to her feet.

Crucible took a step back as she let out that roar and lifted his head to peer down to her, "You have great determination, I will give you that,"

The sparks that shot off her skin drew his interest however as she stood slowly, dropping himself back into a fighting stance to see just what she would do.

The viking girl twisted her head till there was a crack and looked at her helmet.

It was dented and the horns were bent in different directions. She planted a foot on the middle of it and reached down ripping two of the horns off and holding them like daggers. "I'm gonna have to get that fixed later." She muttered turning her attention back to the dragon.

"You've got alotta power." There was a flash of hunger in her eyes, The speed kicked back in and she was a blur of braids rushing him at a dead charge.

Crucible watched her all the while, slowly beginning to circle her, prowling around her as she retrieved the horns from the damaged helm.

"I do," He watched her motions carefully, the moment she pushed off towards him he lashed out with a massive claw to put it into what he assumed would be her path towards him, taking into account the massive burst of speed she had shown earlier. Trusting his scales to bear the brunt of any impact.

He guessed right. Ruffnut was unable to alter course once she started charging and slammed into his claw. But this time the blunt impact had her horns pointed directly into it for a high speed piercing attack.

She could only hope those scales weren't as hard as they looked.

Crucible growled at the impact and small sting (comparatively) that followed it. While his scales were indeed exceptionally to tough and hard, pretty much as hard as they looked, the horns with aid of her speed did manage to pierce through, though barely, lodging into scale and biting to the flesh beneath. Comparatively small wounds however to the sheer size of the dragon in question.

Lifting the claw in question, with or without the viking attached before rearing back onto his hind claws. Bringing his other fore claw up to strike at the viking.

Ruffnut kicked her legs as she was lifted off the ground and cursed to her elder gods before the devastating strike sent her tumbling head over feet across the arena.

The world was spinning and she threw up a little but muscles strained to push her back to her feet. She found her left arm was refusing to co-operate with her so she had to grip the remaining horn with her right.

"That all you got big man!?" She shouted as if unaware of how much damage she had already taken.

She was either highly stubborn or highly determined, both one in the same he'd wager as she got up once more and a durable one as well to be able to continue on even with her injuries, he had seen lesser men succumb well before her current state.

"Far from it, you are a stubborn one I will give you that," he commented though he did not say as much with any ire.

Placing the claw down he slowly began to approach her, he would continue the fight if she insisted, he did not want to give her any greater injuries or risk her life too greatly. He did not place too great a trust in the medics of the Tournament, particularly in this final fight.

Ruffnut shook her head to clear her vision and gripped her buckler tightly. Only time for one more run at this. And she already had her targets. Her helmet still lay on the ground between them. She tucked the horn into her teeth and bit down hard.

The world melted into a blur. Her legs were pumping automatically faster and harder.

She couldn't turn, she couldn't stop. But she could yank her Buckler free and spring into the air. Her knees tucked into the buckler which she held onto with all the strength left in her right arm.

Skids sparked from her buckler as it shot across the shiny reflective surface and struck the helmet.

She was airborn! The bump caused by the sturdy viking crafted helm sent her soaring directly for his face.

She felt the buckler fall away from her knees and she drew the horn from her mouth and poured all her lightning energy into it blazing with white heat.

Crucible picked up his pace as she approached as she charged forward, growling in challenge as he watched her approach rapidly. She was an adaptive one to use her buckler in the manner she did to launch off the helmet.

Rearing his head back as she launched into the air before bringing it forward, snout pointing to the ground so that the toughest part of his crest stood in her path as he met her leap with a headbutt.

The considerable amount of lightning energy that had been poured into the horn released when the horn dug into the exceptionally thick crest, roaring as lightning arched over every inch of his form briefly, however despite the burns it managed around the horn itself the lightning itself flowed through the dragon without great harm.

As a Bronze dragon of Krynn, he had a great resistance, to the point of near immunity to lightning, being an energy that already flowed deep within his being.

The headbutt connected and the world seemed to slow down as she fell.

A rush of refreshing coolness slid through her body and she smiled blearily as her hair flapped around her face wildly.

Yes...yes cool was good. She could feel the sweat running down her limbs but this sudden cool air would help her catch her second wind.

And the pain in her head, she could barely feel it.

She could barely feel anything...

Ruffnut plowed into the ground body sizzling with spent lightning. The horn landed tip down quivering. It was over. A champion had been crowned.

Crucible shook his head from the headbutt and the remaining electricity that arched from scale to scale.

Turning his gaze to the fallen viking, slowly moving toward her fallen form, if she was still conscious she would see the large form looming over her. He knew the fight was over, however he would not leave her in her current state.

His energies focused, his snout tip would touch her chest so gently and from that touch a soothing energy would flow, soothing her pains and renewing her energies. The immense dragon letting his healing power flow through Ruffnut's broken form, healing broken bones and bruised flesh in its wake.

As the healing magic subsided her eyes blinked a few times before opening and she looked dizzy and confused.

"Did I miss it? Who won?" She rasped through dry but no longer cracked or bloody lips.

He lifted his head slowly as she awoke, not wishing to have it in her way as he stepped back to give her room.

"You fought well, with as much if not more determination than some dragons I've known. You were defeated in the end however," He replied even as his form glowed bright once more, his form shrinking down to the familiar form of Hogan Bight once more.

Extending a hand down to the Viking to help her up, "Though your wounds are healed you may wish to rest, such a fight would wear anyone out,"

She smiled sheepishly, though the disappointment was clear. She'd had her heart set on winning of course. "Yeah well...next time then..." was all her pride would allow her. That and to take his hand after a failed attempt to sit up on her own.

Her stomach growled, the body now calling out for fuel to replace all the energy she had expended. "Good fight." She muttered begrudgingly.

Bight dipped his head as she spoke, "Next time indeed," he smiled down to her as he helped her up. "Good fight," he replied with firm nod.

Catching a glint of metal out of the corner of his eye, taking a few steps away to scoop up her dented helm before turning and walking back over to offer it back to her, "You may wish to fix this before next time though,"

She laughed and took the helmet plopping it on her head. It buzzed with discharged static.

"I've got a guy, he'll probably cry when he sees what happened."

He chuckled at that and dipped his head at the sight, "Of that I can imagine," he commented with amusement, "One of the blacksmiths on board I would assume?"

Casting his gaze about the translucent ground that had been their battlefield he caught a glint of bronze not far away, walking over to it he scooped it up, a large bronze scale, one that had been knocked free during the fight. "A token for a good fight," He commented as he walked back to her before offering it across to her.

The scale was pretty tough and fairly intact, and could make an addition to a buckler or helmet, that or to lessen the distress of a blacksmith at the sight of a broken helmet.

Her eyes lit up at the scale and she took it reverently examining it. She hadn't been in the habit of taking trophies from previous fights. But feeling the scale between her fingers was almost as good as collecting powers from fallen warriors.

...almost.

"Thanks!" She grinned that crooked grin, having gone back from warrior savage to excitable teen in a short space of time.

He watched her with a hint of amusement at the sudden change from the savage warrior he had seen on the battlefield to excitable teen that stood before him now.

Dipping his head with that confident grin of his as he replied, "You are most welcome,"

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