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True Lycalo

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  1. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament v3

    I'd be down to have another go at this. Last time was thoroughly entertaining, and this time around I think I'd be using the Tauric version of my bird kitty. Color me intrigued.
  2. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    And that tourney is officially finished! That really was a blast though and I'm glad we were able to reach a conclusion in spite of a couple minor hiccups. Well fought to everyone! We're all winners in the end hehe
  3. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    As Sera finished her sentence, the fragmented protrusion of Tharr seemed to budge the tiniest of amounts. It was as if he understood her and had acknowledged it with the last ounce of strength. One last wheezy breath escaped his beak as he became limp with all life leaving him. Moments later the Looney lady would find her deceased foe shrinking back in size to his former self. Half a minute later and the smaller biped had remained. His wounds had persisted, though he was brought back from the clutches of death, though still very close to such. He was in fact comatose, at least this virtual variation of him. Luckily his real body would awake in a few moments, as apposed to the decades of rest needed normally for these occasions. He had registered her remark loud and clear with intentions of doing exactly that. Though he ended up on the receiving end of a painful defeat, had gained some reverence in the Black Spear's finest. He really wasn't expecting to get so worked up, which was a refreshing change of pace. He grew curious on what other fascinating abilities this warrior possessed. Perhaps time will tell.
  4. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Hmm. Even though I'm lightly salted about the results, I'm still proud of myself for making it through to the end. Looks like Sera will benefit from the win more anyway. That was quite the skirmish too. As brief as it was, this was the first time I got to use his Unrestrained Form. As for how it end; quite simple actually. All Sera has to do is survive the chaos and she's home free. Tharr will perish and revert to his normal self in my next post and will be put into a comatose state from there.
  5. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    My bird cat will be biting the dust no matter the victor. He'll just revert to his normal self and what happens at that point is dependent on the subsequent dice roll.
  6. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    I think now might be a good time for that dice roll. I think I only got one more left in me hehe Edit DTM = Doing The Most
  7. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    With his new chew toy successfully trapped in his maw, Tharr made plans to glide to a nearby rooftop and proceeded to disembowel her. The was until the obtrusive ring formed around them and sent him hurtling towards the ground like a Griffin shaped meteorite. Naturally his grip on her ceased fairly quickly the moment the shift in gravity happened. Any second after and she very well could have been cleaved in two as his beak clamped down upon descending. With all the factors in play, the monstrous hybrid would reach the ground in seconds before he even had time to respond. A towering billow of smoke and debris would form from the impact on the street far below. A cataclysmic fissure sent a devastating shockwave that leveled the structures in the immediate vicinity. It would sound and look like a warzone as high amounts of destruction ensued. It felt like ages of the subsequent chaos stirring about before things began to settle. As the smoke cleared, there remained Tharraleos in the midst of a massive crater. Still in his enlarged state, arms, legs and neck were noticeably mangled from the force of his fall. Half of his beak was attached only by a few hanging pieces of flesh. Blood ran across a good majority of his body and from his fractured rostrum winded breaths could be heard. Stubborn bastard wasn't quite dead yet, though all energy was focused on clinging to the strands of life he had left. @Zashiii
  8. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    The booming bellow of Tharr ceased momentarily as a sensation was suddenly experienced in his nostril pits. While one under the right mind would find this absolutely revolting, it didn't seem to bother the monstrous Griff. The sick bastard almost seemed to enjoy it and fuel his lust for violence even further. Mostly blackened eyes would watch as Sera levitated her way back into view. This thrilled the deranged Tharraleos as he thought for a moment he lost his chance to spill more of both their bloods. Interaction was indeed fruitless. Even if rational thought could be formed, he had reverted to his feral ways with the inability to vocally communicate. All that had remained was an untidy coat and array of sharp features throughout. That and an endless thirst for battle. That said, this variation of Tharr was much more quick to haphazardly leap for his airborne foe, looking to latch her in his serrated beak. His maw was angled sideways as to get the best chunk of her midsection as possible. The sheer force of his bound with his metric ton of weight leveled the top couple floors of the structure. Even with all this extra mass, his nimbleness seemed to only suffer marginally from his normal capabilities. This made his thoroughly dangerous and any misstep against him could very result in one's swift demise. @Zashiii
  9. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Ooh. Very nice post. And to think I was worried I might've been "dtm" as these kids say. This is turning into quite the spectacle now. I wonder if I'll even try and squeeze his newly developed Unified Form in there last second, assuming the dice roll is in my favor. Anticipation ensues!
  10. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Ah. Splendid! Just a mild inquiry there. May we proceed with the carnage then.
  11. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Hey uh, @Zashiii, if ya want, I can tone down the absurdity of my post down a bit. I guess I did throw some unfair circumstances your way hehe. How bout instead of him going Feral, he avoids the pole but still gets straddled and bit by her? I reckon he'd reciprocate with his own chompers, but if that sounds a bit more feasible, I definitely don't mind that alternative.
  12. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Ah. Carry on then. Would it be safe to assume Tharr would still be able to perform his maneuver with her around his waist?
  13. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    That'd be a suitable place for her thighs. It's nice and fluffy around his neck, and if her muscles are strong enough to mend something comparable to steel, she might just choke him. Plus her weapon is still accessable and there's plenty of spots for stabbing hehe
  14. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Erm. I mean. She could hold on, but I should point out that Tharr's tummy, groin and tail underside are all quite spikey at the moment, if a hug of that variety sounds good lol.
  15. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    One mangled barely breathing fighter will beat the other into an even bloodier pulp by the time this is done hehe
  16. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    (How 'bout we make this interesting and keep it up for a few more turns.) Sera's display of combat rage seemed to trigger something within the great beast. He had been too caught up in his ego to notice his increasing heart rate. The fact he was here in finals and moments away from potential championship was enough to get the adrenaline flowing. He also didn't seem to be aware of the hurtling spear aimed directly for him until it was far too late. This didn't mean an attempt was made, but alas the woman's strike held true. It carved through his left shoulder like it was nothing, the sheer force sending him flying back. The weapon would lodge itself in a building not far behind him and would pin him in place, sending the corrupted sparks coursing painfully through his body. Thick red ooze exploded from the impact point, bathing the deranged woman as she wrapped her legs around his waist. What exactly she said couldn't quite be distinguished over his bellowing roar of agony. But as Sera sunk her teeth into the plumaged neck of the warrior, she'd find it was a bit more dense than anticipated. The hide was still broken and blood would fill her mouth, but it'd take a notable amount of effort. Further attempts would find it becoming even more reinforced. To add, her grip around him would begin to tighten. A very rare occurrence was taking place, and Tharaleos would begin to change. Still strung up like an ornate display, the already sizable Griffin would begin to further increase in size, his yell reverted to exasperated retching. She'd likely be forced off him soon enough and would now be disarmed with her polearm still embedded into his frame. Though he'd place both paws on the end that was protruding from his shoulder and would begin to pull it from his flesh. This worsened the injury further, but as about 15 seconds passed, it almost appeared he was cackling, though it was hard to tell with blood pouring from his beak. His hide would grow stronger and his resistance to pain would lessen, or at least it seemed he was enjoying it. In truth, half the pain derived from the bone crunching transformation he was currently undergoing. Successfully yanking it from the structure and himself and leaving a gaping hole in his shoulder, his wings latched onto the building to avoid falling. The spear itself was sent to the ground below, though was still retrievable. In an odd display, he'd scamper up to the rooftop close by with his perpetual pain evident in his movements. Now on solid ground, this gave Tharr the chance to stand normally, and what Sera would see might shock her. The bipedal Griffin, now fully transformed, stood on 4 legs with a quadruped frame and was twice as tall at shoulder level at 15 feet. His colors darkened slightly and his overall appearance had twisted in some way. Pointed feathered horns sprouted from the front corners of his head. His beak no longer had retractable teeth, but now instead was roughly shaped itself like the set of teeth before. Less visual was the layered defenses he now had, with skin becoming hard like stone with fur and feathers attaining a steely disposition. The scutes lining his torso were now individually sharpened spikes. His now weaponized tail swung about, the rectricies now having bladed properties. Tharraleos had relinquished the suppressants his kin held and had unleashed the true monster dwelling within. Opening his maw and flaring out the 4 separate mandibles, an earth trembling roar surfaced from the Aerasginero as he was now ready to plunge into bloodshed, his grave wounds seemingly no longer revelant. @Zashiii
  17. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Shoot! I was working on it last night and fell asleep when I was just about halfway done. As it turns out, Mexican food knocks me the F out lol. With the way I'm having my post, I was gonna extend it a few rounds
  18. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    The female was as swift as she appeared. She had responded with Tharr's poke by directing it to the side in a seamless sweeping motion then following up with a strike of her own. This was met with the opposing end of the glowing stick as it was brought forth. Recovering from his missed attack, the weapons would begin a series of clashes as the other end of his rod would be pushed forth; all the while maintaining consistent flaps of his wings to keep him leveled. While it was true Tharr's held a number of advantages, the caveat was that it's existence was only temporary. As the flurry continued, noticeable cracks began to form along the construct and a few more strikes to it would shatter it completely. Amidst the parries, Tharraleos would suddenly hold his in place at an angle, causing Sera's to come to a screeching halt as they now engaged in a test of brute strength. “You fight well, though your efforts are inadequate against the likes of Tharraleos.” The clever animal remarked, grinning pompously as the essence once more reacted to his words. As the physically superior beast began to prevail, the woman's locks would be quick to assist her and lunge forth with deadly speed and precision. While still pushing forward, Tharr would lean to the side and angle his plumaged neck further. The collision of follicles would ensue as similar to how the arrow drew her blood earlier, the sides of his face would be grazed. The white feathers would be stained with blood as it began to poor and trail down his coat. Seemed she did slightly more than graze him, and gaining his composure, he'd push off the female and beat his wings once backwards to sever the conflict. Tharr fell backwards towards the ground with his more than halfway fractured pole gripped in his paws. His body would flip around where he'd waste no time and recover his lost altitude to circle back around. “Your aptitude is worth noting.” He would say with a smirk as he hovered in place a safe distance away, the faintest of reverence in his tone. You think one would be aggravated from having their blood exposed like such. Not to mention his coat seemed ever so well groomed and was now tattered in places the thick liquid began drying. It seemed this only added to his enjoyment of the skirmish. While merely a fleshy and delicate human, it would be unwise to underestimate her as such. The bird cat was getting excited, and through this momentary tranquility, he keenly seeked his chance to strike next. @Zashiii
  19. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    Tharraleos' wings would continue to suspend him midair in place. The heraldic hybrid had surfaced just moments after Sera recovered and her voice alerted him of her pressence to his side. Turning to face the woman, his beak would twist into a notable grin, the teeth of a lion exposed through the mandibles of his rostrum. Turns out he did have some chompers, though at this current moment the canines were half their normal size while retaining their pointiness. This was particular given the fact they didn't seem all that visible previously. This was attributed to the fact they were retractable, and the half-sized canines were an intentional design for expression. "I hail from the Aerasginero Griffins." The warrior of hubris claimed, eyes flashing purple from the sheer name-drop of his people. "I am a biological masterpiece inherently equipped for combat. I intend to showcase the prowess of my kin and claim the title of Champion!" He finished with a roar echoing in his words, irises altering color momentarily an additional 2 times. Outstretching his left arm, a weapon similar to Sera's would form in his scaly mits. 9 feet in length and 3 inches thick, the Boastful Bostaff was his second most ranged option surpassed only by his winged punches. The quintet of reserves brought it at full power and a moderately bright glowing outline encompassed it. Firmly gripping the purple hardlight construct with both paws, Tharr used his wings to push down and towards the magnet lady with alarming speed. Large amounts of wind stirred up from the sheer force of his takeoff. Once the gap closed, versatile beast would use the impressive length of this tool and his built up speed to jab directly at her midsection. The perceptive combatant had taken note of the prehensility of her locks and now seemed to be studying how she'd react to this strike. He was methodical and caculating as he was fierce and physically imposing. He very much enjoyed outsmarting foes as much as overpowering them. @Zashiii
  20. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    Her insult registered loud and clear through the ear openings hidden by frilly webbed protrusions. Though it only seemed to create a very faint smirk before firing the arrow unabated. Her attempt was mildly humorous, though it would take far more than that to get a notable reaction. He had been called far worse things in the past, after all. With the rod welder on a direct crash course for Tharr, his stance shifted slightly to react accordingly. As the distance became sparse, the grand beast would suddenly leap from his perch in a swift, majestic maneuver. His taloned feet would arc through the air as his body tucked forward to induce a flip. Successfully evading his polearmed assailant and now facing her upside down with bow now drawn, he would send one more arrow her way before the quiver completely shattered, leaving a temporary mist of glowing purple particles. The projectile would attempt to lodge itself in the back of Sera’s right shoulder, this time packing slightly more puncturing strength at the expense of an additional reserve to cause moderate damage. This would leave his remaining reserve count at 5. Tharraleos would continue his fall to the streets below. Turning his body in a half rotation to have his back towards the structure, he watched the swiftly approaching ground with keen precision. After building up sufficient momentum as he was dangerously close to being splattered ok the concrete, his arms would flare to the sides. The furred membrane connected by his wrist and hip would catch huge amounts of wind, and would utilized a unique gliding mechanic to soar back into the air with an upward heave of the body. The vigor from this would begin to fade as the rooftops drew near, at which point the lofty feathered wings on his back carried the Griff further up with heavy flaps. His every acute awareness would be surveying the whereabouts of his foe. As he reached and retained a steady level not far above the buildings, his keen optics would scope out the female like the natural hunter he was. @Zashiii
  21. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Excuse the delay. It's really been that long already? No prob. I'll be having the post done within a few hours.
  22. True Lycalo

    MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

    As Sera peered out into the vastness of the open sky, she'd catch sight of a steadily approaching figure in the distance. At first it'd be an indistinguishable blur, but soon the mostly tan brown furred frame of Tharraleos would catch her eye. Black feathered wings carried the large warrior forth with heavy beating flaps. He had to be averaging about fifty miles per hour and it'd only be a few moments before making his entrance. The Seagriff would touch down on a rooftop across from the human female where his formidable golden talons would grip the surface with notable prehensility. The flight bearing appendages would fold themselves along his backside and would nearly resemble a cape. “I will ensure your defeat be swift.” He remarked, amber eyes flashing purple momentarily. While this was the first instance of subconscious hubris witnessed by Sera, the beast had already collected a handful on his way over. Being naturally pompous with the essence of pride contributing to such, he couldn't help but contemplate on his previous victories and how the title of champion was just pawtips away. With a whole dozen in store, the Aerasginero took quick action directly after his statement. Tharraleos would square his stance from the perched position. His body would rotate to place his side facing his opponent, left arm extended. Forming in the outstretched limb was half of one of the warrior's more lethal tools. Made of opaque purple hardlight, a 6 foot longbow manifested from nowhere. His unoccupied paw would be brought to the center, where a keen tipped arrow of identical makeup was readied. These two components together created the Archery of Arrogance; his most prominent long ranged option at the cost of heavy resource consumption. With a duo of reserves for both the bolt and quiver, they were barely at half normal strength. Given this particular armament, such was only necessary as the puncturing power would suffice at this level. Drawing the arrow back, it'd be sent whirling through the air at breakneck speeds aimed at the woman's center. Even if it penetrated her skin, their glass like properties were easily breakable at this reserve count. Afterwards, all trace of it would wither away, preventing any long lasting ailments. Even more, this seemed to only serve as a distraction. While Sera reacted to it, the perceptive combatant would formulate a plan of attack accordingly. @Zashiii
  23. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    I'm not too picky on location. Have at it, my good person.
  24. True Lycalo

    MOBS tournament lobby v2

    Welp, that's definitely one dead dragon. Time to make the old lady go night night now.
  25. True Lycalo

    [MT2:2] Zoburiss vs Tharraleos

    With a spirited shout, Tharraleos plunged the halberd forth. The construct would shatter upon contact, but not before breaking through the dragon's chest cavity and piercing his heart. Zob's momentum carried over and nevertheless would land directly on the Griff. A good amount of dirt and debris kicked up and there were a few eerie moments of silence. Tharr was mostly obscured from view with the lifeless mass atop him and he himself appeared unconscious. Having such a hefty amount of dead weight definitely did some damage. With a low groan, he pushed his opponent of him and worked to get to his feet. The impact had fractured both arms and likely some other bones. Standing over the defeated reptile, Tharraleos would let out a triumphant roar that echoed across the false reality. He had been graced with a second victory and now only a single foe stood between him and ultimate victory.
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