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Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Khrelan listened as the King spoke of his treacherous tournament, telling them all about his daughter's betrayal of her people and the length of the tournament. So, it seemed there was going to be quite the selection of events to be had here the question was who was going to go and when. Six months...He wasn't sure what that measure was, but it sounded like many moon cycles. But then, was the cycle the same here as it was on his world? Tresdin, meanwhile, put on a brave face for all the spectators here but still, his heart broke for his beloved Koriand'r. Even if she did reject him as her husband, he still felt love for her. After all, life was so short it did one little good to hold grudges like that. And looking back, he could see why she acted the way she did. She did not know him, nor really he her even still, she was the single most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Any man would be lucky to have her as a wife. But even if she did betray his love and her family...He couldn't bring himself to hate her. No, he wanted her to be liberated from this torment. Free to live as she would choose, even if she did not want to be by his side. My beloved...Fret not, for I will find a means to free you from your bonds. he mused, keeping his stance and smile the same in order to keep up appearances. He had to be careful in how he moved and acted the King would not take kindly to someone - even of his stature - trying to question the Supreme One's will. When she questioned him about wanting to end her, Khrelan could only turn and stare. Perhaps she could be of use she was the King's daughter, after all. While he wouldn't do anything, the response from the guard's touching him then dousing him in that liquid ice told him that they were scared. On top of being locked in that freezing cage, he made a plan to use his abilities to the fullest he could at the moment. And boy would the crowd get the show to start off the tournament. He counted under his breath, barely audible for anyone to hear, then made his move He threw his shackled arms around the Princess, letting her feel the extraordinary heat from his body. His hands came up to grab her cheeks, the palms searing hot and would have burned her with boils had her flesh not been so resilient. Make one move and I will reduce you to ash. he growled into her ear, before turning his attention to the King. Here's the deal, you coward! You will release me from this prison and send me home, or watch as I kill your child! Watch as Verath's purifying Light relieves her of this mortal shell! A collective gasp rang out as all eyes went to the King Tresdin himself was edge, outraged that this plebian would dare threaten harm upon that orange-skinned goddess. His hands gripped the rail in anger, his eyes narrowing but his tongue holding still lest he show his true colors. Khrelan, however, paid him no mind....And waited for their leader's response to his threat.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

What is he doing?! Kori's eyes grew wide, feeling her back be pressed up against his molten and cracked skin, his heat warming her up in ways she would of never thought. Sweat beaded at her head, combining with the dirt and making its way down her chin, dribbling off and simply evaporating. In this moment she was thankful for not being able to have such a resilience to heat. Gulping in fear, her head was directed towards her father who stood above, awaiting for his response in her situation. Myand'r's face contorted with anger, how dare this imbecile demand to be freed. Obviously he had not known what soil he has now stepped foot on. Don't you understand? His voice roared through the stadium, deep and powerful a true leader. Death is suppose to happen. It is bounded on everyone - a fate that is unknown of when is it going to happen. True, indeed, his words was. Life itself is a game, you try to survive, you try to do the best you can for yourself, but in the end, it all crumbles down to nothing. The things you've accomplished and even the awards you earn will not go with you once you leave this life. Often, one question's his or her purpose here, but when the time is right, we all discover it. You're only making a fool of yourself. It is a dead give away that either my daughter will live through this, or fall to the ground in defeat. Even death I cannot save her from, so, why not throw her in the Tournaments and watch as it decorates a beautiful canvas of life in blood paint? Silence filled the arena momentarily, until he finished his response, After all, she does deserve this for her daunting actions. The crowed cheered at his beautiful words, never once doubting the wisdom in his old locutions. This, however, did not go the way the Khrelan had hoped it would have, instead only made him look foolish and ignorant in the eyes of the Luimbians. Tresdin, on the other hand, did not roar or applaud to Myand'r's words, only shaking his head in secrecy. Soon he would act, showing how distasteful the King and Queens actions were with their own child. If he were the King around here, he would show them all... Shifting uncomfortably underneath Khrelan, Kori took her elbow and motioned it harshly to strike his abdomen, quickly wiggling free from his shackled grip the second she felt his grip loosen around her. Don't you DARE try anything funny like that again or it will be you who turns to ash underneath my feat! She snarled at him, her eyes illuminating the bright beautiful green hue. But... Myand'r shouted, the crowed going silent again, wondering what he had to add on. I will allow you your request. I challenge you and Koriand'r to begin the battles, to give us a taste on how violent all of this can really get. A smug smile played his lips, his eyes casting down at his daughter and the man below him.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Khrelan just stared at the King, completely stupefied by his lack of empathy just how far gone was this being? This planet? Was there no other reason for their existence than to be bloodletters? For the sake of entertainment, of all things? They were insane! Even if it was true that everyone died in the end, that didn't give them the right to abandon family like that! Sure, she might not have done what her family wanted...But one should only do things for the good of all, not just a few. Regardless, he found his thoughts interrupted when the Princess broke free, doubling over as she slammed the elbow hard into his abdomen the crowd cheered in response, eager to see something happen between these two. Khrelan's glowing embers for eyes narrowed in utter disgust as he challenged him to face his own daughter in single combat. He didn't even hear her threat, as his attention was focused solely on the ruler himself. It was here that he could feel the gaze of the crowd shift to him, demanding he give in. And as much as he wanted to go home...This wasn't the way. His head dipped down, hands clenching before he looked up to the King with a strange determination. No...I'll not be part of this mindless slaughter. This has to end! he shouted, making the crowd gasp no one ever defied the King. Just who was this stranger? First he made a fool of himself by trying to use a useless Princess as a hostage, now he speaks against the crown? M'yandr as well seemed taken aback however, a large brutish figure soon stepped forward, hair patches growing everywhere on its body. Its body seemed incredibly dense, like it was formed from stone. The horns certainly weren't sharp, but could result in considerable blunt force trauma if used as a weapon. Stupid talking flame not brave. Xgno brave....Xgno crush Princess and get reward! it bellowed in a dope-sounding voice, raising its chained hands to the air. The crowd erupted in cheering, glad that someone would want to start up the bloodshed. M'yandr grinned, VERY WELL THEN! Fellow Luimbians, I give you the first match of the day! Xgno in a deathmatch against Koriand'r! Guards, take the others to their cells! And give our eager competitor his weapon! The others were ushered back through the doors leading to the cell rooms, and other guards released the shackles through yet another entrance, some bulkier soldiers brought in the seized weapon that Xgno had on him before his capture It appeared to be nothing more than a gnarled tree root, but upon grabbing it and slamming it into the ground - the impact cratering the dense Luimbian soil - it was obvious that this could serious damage. And then came the fateful words, forcing Xgno into the death charge males of his species were very well-known for BEGIN!
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Kori's hands were now free, her chest piece lighting up to signify that though her hands were not bound, she was still bounded on the soil beneath her. With wide eyes, she watched as the strange alien charged at her, his gnarled tree root of a weapon going straight for her. Quickly, she jumped up, her ability of flight taking affect as she swiped out of his way. Anger coated his face, disgusted with the fact he missed. Xgno mad at Princess! He gnarled, raising up his weapon at her. Kori took her hands, glowing green orbs flowing from her palms, and she tossed them at him, dodging every one and hitting the ground. She floated back to the ground, the dust acting like a fog. Squinting, she tried to make out where he was, until suddenly, she seen him break through the dust to have his weapon knock her in her abdomen. The force of the impact was so strong she flung backward, her back banged against the wall, leaving her form imprinted. Her body ached terribly, blood already dripping from the side of her mouth. A smile of pure satisfaction crossed the beasts lips, swirling his weapon in his hand similar to a officer with his night stick. Xgno gets what he wants... Kori grew infuriated, her blood boiling to levels she thought couldn't happen. Everything that happened in the past week was just about to break lose from the chains that was held in place deep in her form. Slowly lifting herself up, she brushed off the soil and some of the blood. Oh, do not worry. You will get what you want. Her hands once again sparked that bright green, walking towards the man as she cracked her neck, the sound almost echoing. Curling her right hand in a fist, and ran towards him, punching him just below his jawline and sent the huge beast flying only to make a harsh thump on his back. The crowed roared, all of this excitement almost being too much to bare. Bow down to your Princess. She taunted, a mischievous smile playing on those sweet lips.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Xgno was confident that this match was won being a primped little Princess, this 'Kori' would not stand a chance against his raw strength. The only way he'd been captured and taken here in the first place was through cowardice and sneak attack on his planet, the males and even females were always direct. What better way to prove oneself than by going face-to-face, whether it be to secure a mate or lay claim to territory? He marched forward, intent on striking the Princess into nothing more than a bloody smear however, the suddenness of her next attack took him completely by surprise, and he was the one being knocked back. The impact forced the gnarled tree root out of his hand, the burly weapon skipping across the ground before crashing against the wall behind him. Bow down to your Princess. Xgno heard these words and stirred, feeling his head throb in agony his jaw had become disjointed and broken from the force of her blow. A cursory to his temple revealed that the impact on the crusty soil of this alien world had cut him, the tips of his thick digits coated in a film of the brownish liquid that was his blood. Seemed the Luimbians were every bit as tough as he'd come to expect. Still, Xgno would not give up. Not yet. Standing shakily on his feet, he shook his head to clear some of the blurriness from his vision before glaring directly at Koriand'r. Xgno no bow to Princess. Xgno alpha male on his world, Princess bow to Xgno! he bellowed defiantly, the crowd cheering in appreciation for the warrior's continued resolve to fight. And with surprising agility for one his size, he closed the gap between himself and his oppoent with a fist held high to strike her down however, he could not see all that well and his blow slammed into the ground just inches to the left of her. He would not falter, however, and swung his arm in a backhand style, the thick limb hitting the Princess with great force that would have just about crushed anyone else. He then leaped on top of her and grabbed her face with one large hand, slamming her head into the ground over and over again. Xgno win! Die so Xgno can win, Princess! he then roared, the crowd cheering even louder at the display of awesome brutality.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

The ground rumbled underneath Kori's feet, her eyes smeared with shock as she knew that his hands were just inched by her. She messed up, big time. Before she had time to react, the violent hit hurt her harshly, knocking the wind out of her and making her roll around the ground. The soil coated her orange skin, scrapes already coating her body. Her eyes looked up, her body aching slightly, until a black shadow stood over her, her face being covered by a large hand. Bam! Her head began to slam repeatedly into the ground, everything seeming to go black. His force was hard and harsh, and she knew if she let him continue this she would die. Her digits entered into the soil, gripping at it tightly and feeling it leaving her fingertips. Bringing her legs up to her, quickly and forcefully, she kicked his abdomen, sending him on his back again but he brought her with him, his hand still gripping her head. She was surprised that he did not just crush her head in an annoying fly, but nonetheless she was thankful. Curling her hands up into fists, her knuckles turning white from the amount of force, she struck his face feeling his disjointed and broken jaw move around. I said bow down to me! With clenched teeth, she snarled at him, her blows continuing. Her Eyes squinted, and as she built up the energy to use her eye lazers, she screamed a battle roar, and shot it directly at his face. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, holding him down as she felt him wiggle underneath her, his face scorching and burning, essentially burning him alive. Xgno hurts! Xgna demands you get of- He couldn't even finish the words that were still in his mouth, his hand that was gripping her had loosened its grip, falling to the ground. Closing her eyes, she got up from him, now feeling the blood from her face and the back of her head sear down her body, making a pile underneath her. Opening her eyes, she glanced down at his face, seeing it melt down to almost nothing. The stench entered her nose and wanted to make her vomit, but instead she turned her direction towards the people, and rose her hands in the air in victory. Everyone roared in cheer, even though in the midst's of the roaring were boo's, but either way, she won. And we have a first winner! Myand'r announced at the crowed, clapping at her performance. Very well done.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Trisden glared down at the scene, in all its glorious brutality his hands gripped the rail so hard his knuckles blanched. Was his dear Koriand'r going to perish? It certainly seemed that way, given how the beast was beating her. And even as much as he wanted to save her, he needed to stay on the outside there had to be a way to get her out of this. But he needed time. Please, Kori...Hold out for as long as you can. I will liberate you from this somehow. he mused mentally, his teeth grit in anticipation. He was just mad that he couldn't do anything yet. But soon, he would. However, it seemed that his wish would come true in a spectacular display of might, the Princess turned her opponent's face to blackened sludge. Trisden let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, the King declaring her the winner of this first fight. He was so glad that Koriand'r made it through though honestly, he should not have doubted her. She was incredibly strong, being of royal descent and though she was cast out as Princess, she still had all the power characteristic of her people. Very good. Guards, you may escort her back to her cell. This tournament must continue! Let us bring out more contestants for the people to enjoy! Myand'r called out, much to the crowd's cheering pleasure. Yes, there must be more, the King mused. Let the people see why this celebration of death was so important. Now then, since Koriand'r won with narry a scratch on her.... he started, completely overlooking the fact that she suffered several blows to the head and a shattering impulse to the abdomen, adding I think we should have a fight that really shows the true spirit of battle! He then raised his hands to the sky and shouted, AND I KNOW JUST THE TWO COMBATANTS FOR IT! It wouldn't be Koriand'r or that strange walking torch...Not yet, at least. That would be later if either of them survived. Now, this first contestant came to us from a great distance off, many light-years from here. From what my Collectors told me, it's a barren world, nearly devoid of life save for massively savage beasts. But there was this one little being that somehow survived the intense climate and competition for food. The world itself was a perfect example of survival of the strongest. Giving a dramatic gesture, he finalized with Now, let us see how it fares in this next match. One of the doors in the side of the coliseum opened, revealing a tiny creature that seemed to hold no special significance. The crowd went deathly silent, perplexed at the sight of this strange thing before would it really be able to stand up to something bigger than it? Only time would tell.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

The crowed was still silent as their eyes fell upon the small creature, wondering if it was really capable of taking on a challenge such as this? Maybe the were underestimating it, maybe not. Unique it was, but nonetheless very eye catching. Next, comes the creature from a very hazardous planet, chemicals and gases causing them great difficulty in surviving. Due to this, competition is very well known, fighting for food and supplies that will help them. Who do you think will win? The beast that seems to overpower the tiny creature? Or the tiny creature? Looks can be deceiving... And with that, the almighty kind sat down, popping in a piece of alien fruit in his mouth, chopping away with a sly smirk on his face, enjoying every second of this blood bath. Trisden, on the other hand, was certainly not pleased with his actions. Leaning against the balcony, his eyes gazed upon the other two contestants, sighing in relief that Koriand'r didn't have to face another bloody battle. How was she doing now? Was she badly injured? Shaking his head, he stopped worrying in his head, knowing that she has the blood of a warrior coursing in her veins. She can conquer anything, and she will be just fine. His reassuring notes were keeping him positive through this. The six legged beast tromped against the soil, the blood from the previous fight still coating the ground. It's scorpion-like tail swished against the air, the slashing sound following it as it swayed. It's head resembled something like a reptile intertwined with a lizard, but all of the different characteristics made this species unique. He grabbed his spear tightly in his hand, his weapon being dear to him. Furrowing his brows, he stared at his opponent, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. Am I really going to be fighting this? His deep voice echoed, shaking his head at the humor of it. Alright then, this should be quite easy. He twisted his spear around like a baton, his actions breathtaking. I'll go easy on you!
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

As the beast before the tiny creature bellowed its triumphant - and premature victory - cry, everyone present would get what could easily be considered the surprise of the day. BEGIN! shouted King Myand'r, eager to see how this battle would unfold. At that moment, the once tiny creature began to shift, growing thicker and larger eventually its transformation took the form of a quadropedal beast . What was once delicate looking flesh became a shining, silvery armored carapace and the apparent lack of a mouth transformed into jaws lined with what looked to be razor-sharp teeth. Thick claws grew from the digits at the ends of its sturdy limbs, covered in the same chitinous material that armored the rest of its body. Well now, this is spectacular! bellowed the King he would need to give the crew that found this creature a sizable reward. What a magnificent specimen! The same could not be said for Tresdin his eyes were wide with shock. Where in the heavens did they find that...that thing?! the poor man worried in his mind. The prospect of his beloved fighting either of these creatures was terrifying if he didn't act soon, she could very well die. No, he could not let that happen! And so, he decided to take his leave...He needed to see Koriand'r. If only to make sure she was well, as her last fight was quite brutal for a starter. And without warning, the strange creature dashed with lightning speed and seized the larger creature's throat, thrashing its head to rend flesh as the giant struggled to remove it. And all the while, its claws too bit into the six-legged behemoth's thick flesh, already creating fairly prominent wounds even though it still outsized the carapace-covered monster by a significant factor.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

The behemoth could only stare at the quadropedal beast, shocked at how it changed its form in the blink of its eye. He didn't know what to expect now or what to do. A fight that seemed to be an easy victory automatically turned into one where no one knew who would win. The six-legged creature continued to gaze his eyes on the formed species, until everything became a blur. The form was going in slow motion at him, but he continued to stand there, almost in a paralyzed state. Suddenly he was found in the grasps of the quadropedal beast's hands, its deadly claws sinking into its flesh, pounding his head and tugging at it violently, as if trying to behead him. He bellowed, the pain scorching throughout his body. No. He wasn't going to make it end like this. He was victorious! Nothing could stand in his way. On his planet he was known as the best fighter of them all, he wasn't going to stoop down onto the level of a coward and a loser. It was his time to shine. With courage and the will to live, his hands gripped at the wrist of the beast, digging his own nails into it as his spear stayed into his tight grip. The razor end shining against the sun's bright rays. He raised the spear high, gathering up enough strength to slam it down, shouting as he did so, the blade making gruesome contact with the creatures hand, slicing it off to have the claws loosen up around his neck, blood dripping from its new wound. I will not go down that easily, you bastard. He growled, his hooves kicking at the dirt, ready to charge as he took his spear and pointed it forward, aiming at its chest.