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Post by Maxsuz Argin on Sept 9, 2024 17:35:10 GMT -5
Before the dakronic Maxsuz could swat away the young Azenor like a fly, she adapted her posture mid-flight and used a technique he had never seen before: balbatûhr. Even its name screamed power and desperation. A sort of ghastly conical fenoraga emerged from the tip of Kárnis and towards the colossus' gigantic paw. The árula coat he had covered his limb with to cushion the blow was sucked out and absorbed by the technique and ultimately Erys herself. It felt like his swipe had been stopped in place by the hazy tornado, even if dealt no damage to his scales whatsoever.
However, the sheer power behind the árula the redhead warrior absorbed was too much for her petite body to withstand. Her abdomen simply burst open, some of her guts landing on top of the dákron's paw. The alkaguíria was rocketed away and skipped across the water dozens of times, like a thrown pebble, then eventually crashed into the water as if was a steel wall.
Maxsuz actually got a little worried about her, taking a step forward unconsciously to check in on her with his dakronian vision. Her árula was still active, but her body was mangle almost beyond recognition. Eventually the Azenor levitated out of the water, the bottom of her body having being completely destroyed, ash falling from her massive wounds, instead of blood.
She was not going to give up, even in her sorry state. Not just yet. With the combined árula she had gathered from the Argin and what little she had left form her own, the barely conscious Erys fired one more pale, black and red fenoraga at the dark dákron. Despite her best efforts, though, that attack was still nothing, compared to the might of the onyx dragon. With just a flap of his wings, Maxsuz redirected the tri-colored fenoraga towards the sky, dissipating it in the high troposphere. At last, there was silence on the Battle Island again.
The Maestro ripped the crimson orb from his chest and reverted back to his himônus state. His first action was to fly to where Erys laid defeated. Her condition was still pitiful, yet his expression was that of pride and satisfaction.
"You have even come up with your own original technique by modifying my fenoraga. I must say, maybe there are things I can learn from you as well, my sweet Erys." - he got down on 1 knee besides the incapacitated alkaguíria, then placed a palm in between her breasts. - "You've exceeded all expectations I had for you. Never in my life had I dreamed of finding someone like me. Not only an alkaguírio, but someone who truly understands what I stand for, what I want, why I do what I do.
You get it. You admire me and my work, genuinely. You want to be part of it, to be at my side for everything tha is to come. To boot, you are possibly the warrior with the greatest potential I have ever seen. Even greater than mine."
Like a defibrillator, Maxsuz pumped a ridiculous amount of árula directly into the Azenor's heart. Light frequency árula, which immediately healed her from all injuries and regenerated her body. Before the young woman could even process what had just happened, the Argin pulled her torso up by the collar, getting their faces extremely close to each other.
"And now you're mine, in more ways than one." - he told her, calm and seductive.
Maxsuz placed his free hand on the redhead's cheek and kissed her passionately, perhaps with even some aggression.
However, the sheer power behind the árula the redhead warrior absorbed was too much for her petite body to withstand. Her abdomen simply burst open, some of her guts landing on top of the dákron's paw. The alkaguíria was rocketed away and skipped across the water dozens of times, like a thrown pebble, then eventually crashed into the water as if was a steel wall.
Maxsuz actually got a little worried about her, taking a step forward unconsciously to check in on her with his dakronian vision. Her árula was still active, but her body was mangle almost beyond recognition. Eventually the Azenor levitated out of the water, the bottom of her body having being completely destroyed, ash falling from her massive wounds, instead of blood.
She was not going to give up, even in her sorry state. Not just yet. With the combined árula she had gathered from the Argin and what little she had left form her own, the barely conscious Erys fired one more pale, black and red fenoraga at the dark dákron. Despite her best efforts, though, that attack was still nothing, compared to the might of the onyx dragon. With just a flap of his wings, Maxsuz redirected the tri-colored fenoraga towards the sky, dissipating it in the high troposphere. At last, there was silence on the Battle Island again.
The Maestro ripped the crimson orb from his chest and reverted back to his himônus state. His first action was to fly to where Erys laid defeated. Her condition was still pitiful, yet his expression was that of pride and satisfaction.
"You have even come up with your own original technique by modifying my fenoraga. I must say, maybe there are things I can learn from you as well, my sweet Erys." - he got down on 1 knee besides the incapacitated alkaguíria, then placed a palm in between her breasts. - "You've exceeded all expectations I had for you. Never in my life had I dreamed of finding someone like me. Not only an alkaguírio, but someone who truly understands what I stand for, what I want, why I do what I do.
You get it. You admire me and my work, genuinely. You want to be part of it, to be at my side for everything tha is to come. To boot, you are possibly the warrior with the greatest potential I have ever seen. Even greater than mine."
Like a defibrillator, Maxsuz pumped a ridiculous amount of árula directly into the Azenor's heart. Light frequency árula, which immediately healed her from all injuries and regenerated her body. Before the young woman could even process what had just happened, the Argin pulled her torso up by the collar, getting their faces extremely close to each other.
"And now you're mine, in more ways than one." - he told her, calm and seductive.
Maxsuz placed his free hand on the redhead's cheek and kissed her passionately, perhaps with even some aggression.
| Post Count | 8 |
| Post Word Count | 603 |
| Total Word Count | 3.497 |
Stats
| Stats | Traits | Sparkings | Items |
| ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 104% | Extraterrestrial ▰▰ | Frenzy ▰ | Armor Lining ▰ |
| ▰▰▰▰▰▰ KP | Tough as Nails ▰ | Fenoraga ▰ | |
| ▰▰▰▰▰▰ MP | Out of This World | ||
| 150.500 PL | Be Prepared | ||
| Bleeding (2/2) | Tenacious ▰ |
