You've Heard of Blood Diamonds, Now Get Ready For... [Open]

Thaw was on his new skate board, riding down the street and doing some cool kickflips and all that jazz as he was heading towards the desert region. As he was riding through on by, he found his way into a cave! He couldn't stop the high rate of speed of the skateboard as he crash landed into, had the skateboard impacting a medium size rock, sending Thaw flying straight into the pile of machine equipment that was around the area. The people that were inside were spooked and scared. Thaw had popped his head open from being inside a pile of machinery and looked to the people bowing.


"What's all this? a cult or something?"

Thaw then looked, at the massive! huge! big! bigger! biggest! dragon he had ever seen in his whole life. HIS EYES GOT BIG LIKE IT WAS CHRISTMAS AND HE SHOUTED WITH A BIG VOICE.


"YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He jumped with joy and ran straight to the dragon!

"OMG I ALWAYS WANTED A STUFF DRAGON BEFORE! Or is this one robotic?"

He squinted his eyes....

"Maybe its real? EVEN BETTER!"

He flew straight to the dragons body and sat on him like he was a ride at an amusement park.

"GO UP! UP UP UP! TAKE ME TO THE MOON! I WANT THE CHEESE THAT THEY HAVE BEEN HARBORING FOR DECADES NOW! I will call you.... Sparkles. Yup, Sparkles the dragon, because of your beautiful eyes."

He hugged his pet dragon with a biggg olllllll hug! and a kiss to go along with it!

"Sorry, did you just say you were the cheesiest of calamities or chiefest? Little hard to tell with your head shoved so far up your own scaley backside!" called out the Heran as he walked down into the cave, one finger rubbing around inside of an ear. Erbia looked over at the draconic entity and gave a smirk. "Been a while Slaygy. Seems you've been keeping yourself busy trying to recoup what treasures you had in the old days." he mused as he looked around at the mining equipment scattered around the place.

Yeah this definitely looked like the mining site he had been hired on to do guard duty for by the higher ups in charge of this operation. Seems they were a little late in trying to hire any decent muscle though for this pet project of theirs judging by the state these people were in. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of an Arcosian though being here. "Didn't think I'd see one of your lot out here this far Arcosian." the Heran remarked, cracking his neck as he assessed Slayg's current power compared to his own.

Yeah, the scaley bastard had definitely gotten stronger since their last match, but so had he... But the difference in their strengths was a little unequal right now. But he had made a promise to try and deal with this bastard, and Erbia did not go back on his word. "Need a hand in there boss?" came a voice over his Scouter, the Heran shaking his head. "Either of you coming in here would just get made into this bastards snack." was his reply, shutting the devices comm line off for the time being.

This was going to get rough, but Erbia figured he had at least one advantage over the ancient dragon. Maneuverability. Even if he were to go into his full power state, he'd still be able to move better in this cave than Slayg can, especially if the beast were to increase his power during the fight, which he recalled from their last fight also increased Slayg's size. If he can just keep the damned thing inside the cave, then he should be able to take him on.

Things were getting worse and worse.  Slayg went from being lord of these cowering humans with fresh treasure... to a laughingstock within the span of a few moments.  This strange horned being managed to dodge his tail without the slightest effort, and now had a strangle-hold on Slayg's neck.  He was getting the oddest sense of deja-vu from the creature's obliviousness.  It was like a far stronger version of that rainbow-haired not-human that he'd encountered some time ago...

And then his most hated, and first, foe... ERBIA OF THE SEVEN STARS, or something to that effect, showed up.  As if to rub salt in the wounds to Slayg's pride.

"An "Arcosian"?  Is that what this annoying creature is called?  I was a bit curious before I-... Say..."

A most devious, vile, WICKED plan formulated in his head.  His twitching whiskers told him that the horned little creature around his neck was perhaps more powerful than Erbia.  Or at least a close match.  Slayg's true power was much higher than either Erbia or Thaw's potential at the moment.  Which meant, if the two fought, they could weaken each other while he sat back and enjoyed the show.  Then he could pick off whichever one survived or ran the other off...

Slayg's grimace shifted to a wide smile as his great, big, cat-like eyes stared at Thaw.  When he spoke, his tone was sweet, but perhaps obviously false.  Like artificial sweetener.

"Say, new bestest friend... Did you know that this man...", the hand on Slayg's right wing pointed towards the red-headed blue man, "...attacked me when we last met?  For no reason, as well!  He even said that the next time we met, he would "finish the job"..."

Slayg paused for a moment, then pointed the thumbs of his wing-hands towards his own back.

"If you could scare him off, I'll let you ride on my baaa-aaaaack!"

After that last, sing-song sentence, Slayg waited... seeing if the empowered "Arcosian" would go for the bait.  If not, then he could just transform, unleash his full power, and waste the pair of them.  His remembered magics would let him increase his power without also increasing his size too much...


Slayg uses no technique this turn!
+2 KP
6/6 KP
+1 MP for posting
3/6 MP

Thankfully for Shakahuchi, and perhaps also Slayg, the dragon's senses didn't pick him up.  Or, rather, Slayg only saw the Namekian sneaking around out of the corner of his eye, and assumed that it was one of the human laborers he'd co-opted trying to escape the oncoming battle.  Besides, there were far more obvious auras nearby, those that belonged to the Heran and the "Arcosian".  The creatures that those auras were attached to were also far more annoying than a lowly pilfering thief or dying miner.

"What can I say...?"

Slayg's grin transformed itself into a venomous sneer... His tongue reached out to taste the air, both forks wriggling independent of each other before returning to his maw.  He did not have the ability to make a raspberry with his pebble-skinned lips, but he could stick his tongue out to spite a foe, it seemed.

"When I want a treasure, I take it.  Whether it is gold, jewels, or something living which lesser men desire for their own."

The dragon's bloated belly rose up from his nest, dislodging bits of plastic, space-age foam, metal from the vehicles and mining equipment, computer chips, and other "trash" that had traces of precious metals in them from his body.  His scales, normally rust-red, had a sort of luster in the dark of the cavern, where only mining lights and the occasional "failed" blood ruby glistened.  Or perhaps that shine came from the full-sized blood ruby which he clutched in the hand of one wing.

Once he was standing on all four legs, Slayg rolled his shoulders and wings, then streeeetched out a leg just to STOMP it upon the ground.  That stomp made enough force to get the whole cavern rumbling and shaking, and some of the deeper reaches collapsed in on themselves.  Then, his eyes looked to Erbia, with the pupils narrowing down a tad as he focused...

"That is actually what brought me here.  Legends of this new gem that can drain the life of lesser beings and empower one for a brief moment...  Now, allow me to puzzle out the riddle of why you are here...  Is it perhaps that a group of weaklings hired you to protect them, and once again your incompetence led to their demise at my claws?"

Slayg waited for a response.  Whatever it was, he merely laughed back with a low and rumbling chuckle.  Then he gave Thaw a side-eye and a nasty grin.

"Normally, I would let you both leave with your lives... but you have both irked me so magnificently that I think I shall kill you both and leave your corpses for the birds and these starving weaklings..."

With that, Slayg began to transform.  His body grew... bigger... bigger... BIGGER...  His head, which had brushed against the ceiling in his lesser form, had to extend and slither forward on an ever-growing neck, lest it be shoved into the rock by the force of Slayg's size changing.  His legs, longer than most people were tall, became long enough that they would have matched his big, scaled belly.  But that also inflated, growing to the size of a BLIMP in a mere few moments.  And as the dragon grew, his power did as well..


Slayg uses TREMENDOUS TERROR x5!
No damage, so MP is wasted!
New PL: 63,000
Soon enough, the dragon was so big that he barely fit in the cavern, and everybody nearby either had to be moved or fly away... lest they be crushed by his bulk.

Slayg did not really have room to dodge, not unless he changed his shape into something smaller.  So he just let his hide take Erbia's attack, closing his eyes and mouth so that nothing soft and squishy could get damaged.  The beam splattered upon his scales, and tried to punch through...

Slayg uses Like Ten-Fold Shields at 20% PL against Desperate Strike!
12,600 PL vs 31,600 PL
Desperate Strike wins with 19,000 PL of Bleedthrough!
Shield variant reduces bleedthrough by 30%, or 5,700 PL!
Slayg takes 13,300 damage (21%) from Erbia's attack!
21/250%
-2 KP
4/6 KP
The Heran barely left a scratch on the dragon's hide.  There were black marks, sure, but they weren't burns.  It was soot and bits of debris.  And the actual flesh of the dragon was still unbroken... despite a few scales falling off here and there to reveal more delicate skin beneath.  Then there came a boulder, flung by the little Arcosian towards Slayg's face right after the beam.  THAT, Slayg decided, necessitated a direct burn.  He opened his maw and shot a spout of fire in return, aimed for Thaw and the boulder that he'd flung...

Slayg uses Dragon's Breath at 40% PL against Telekinesis Barrage!
25,200 vs 30,000 clash!
Telekinesis Barrage wins, and is reduced by 50% to 15,000 PL!
Slayg takes 15,000 PL in damage, or approximately 24%!
45/250%
-4 KP
0/6 KP
Slayg's fire burned hot enough to slowly melt the boulder into magma that splattered on his head, relatively harmlessly.  But he could not melt it down entirely before it hit with enough force that it shattered on his head.  The dragon's eyes bulged a bit, and he knew that he was going to have a nasty bump on his head later.  Could this get any worse?  Facing two opponents that had almost half his strength each?  How was he going to get a proper hit in?

Slayg only had enough time to mutter out a, "Who the hell are y-?" before he was unceremoniously blasted in the belly by the Namekian.

Slayg just kinda takes Shakuhachi's attack, he's got nothing left.
17,5000 = 28% (when rounded up)
73/250%
That was perhaps the final straw... the dragon's shape shifted and rolled and wriggled as he pulled himself out of the cave and towards his attackers.  With some of his magic, he made his belly just a TAD less fat, allowing him to more easily move.  As he got towards Shakuhachi, he threw down a mighty paw to crush and slash at the green man's flesh.

"I HAVE HAD IT WITH THIS ABOMINABLE FUTURE!  LITTLE HORNED CHILDREN, BLUE BASTARDS, and LITTLE GREEN MEN!  WHAT NEXT, A METAL SAUCER WITH BEAMS OF LIGHT SHOOTING AT ME?!"



+2 MP (+1 for posting, +1 for using a technique)
2/6 MP