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MT2:3 (Finals) THARALEOSS VS SERA

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Finally. It is finally time for the last battle. Sera had been waiting for a true fight all this time and she had placed all her hopes in this last one. After this she would report back to the Lady and that sweet promotion would finally be hers. 

Giggling in anticipation, Sera stood atop a tall building in Palgard, the black rod in her hands thrumming with excitement. She felt sorry for poor Middy though. With the loss of that dragon, the poor boy also lost his left eye, the result of a poorly made bet. Sera knew that the Lady would bet against her opponent just so she will still win no matter the outcome and the only one losing body parts would be Middy.

Sparks of electricity crackles around her as she faced the bleak horizon, her body roaring to fight. She would use this moment to recover from the shame that bastard Dredge had done to her. Her win streak in this tournament would prove she is worthy to stand among the powerful in this region. She will win. No matter what.

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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.

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Edited by True Lycalo

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"WHAT MANNER OF FUCKERY ARE YOU?!" Sera bellowed at the disconcerting appearance of her opponent, "ARE YOU A FUCKING BIRD? CAN'T YOU STICK TO ONE FORM? I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'RE TRYING TO BE A HUMAN OR A PIECE OF BIRD SHIT!" 

She had no idea what the creature was but she knew damn well that provoking her foe could potentially make them lose focus as they react to her insults. Immature it may be but it had always worked for her so far.

As she pondered how she would skewer thus damned birdie, her foe already had his arrow knocked. In that instant power surged around Sera as she wreathed herself in crackling lightning. At the same time the arrow was let loose, Sera launched herself forward while she mainained a barrier of lightning around her.

Within seconds the two objects collided in mid-air, one human and one arrow. Sparks danced as Sera pulled herself to the left by magentic attraction, narrowly dodging the streaking arrow. But she did not come out of that moment unharmed. A soft stinging pain burned at her left cheek, blood already dripping down to her jaw. A minor scratch but it only proves that she was at an extreme disadvantage if her enemy remains in a safe distance. 

Like a comet Sera streaked through the Palgard sky, an avatar of lightning set on a collision course with her opponent. If her advsrsary is not interested in exchanging names and pleasantries then Sera would just have to kick the birdman's teeth in, if it ever had them in the first place.

As she approached she would thrust her quarteestaff forward like a lance, imbuing it with power and through magnetism her blacl rod would oscillate at a high enough frequency that anything it pierces won't ever be the same again. If her staff connects she would then erupt into a magical lightning bomb releasing massive amounts of electricity enough to fry cook a birdie. Yes. She did prefer them well done.

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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

Edited by True Lycalo
Fixed reserve count miscalculation

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Sera screamed in fury as she was effortlessly dodged by the birdman. She at the flipping bird to see him with him poised to strike, his bow pulled taut, the arrow knocked. She had no time to dodge as her opponent let loose another arrow, this one aimed at her right shoulder. But Sera was ready for this counter-attack. Suddenly her hair wriggled then moved to intercept the attack, each individual strand wrapping, coiling around the approaching arrow, blocking its approach and protecting Sera from whatever after effects it might have. Simply put, Sera's hair had a mind of its own. Well, mostly because each strand is made of black iron, easily controlled by Sera's personal magnetic field.

But the cost of her defense was great. With her magnetic fields in disarray Sera flew straight into a nearby building wall. She twisted herself then, extending both her feet out, her soles meeting the building's side. Thankfully, the wall had enough metal for reinforcements allowing Sera to repel herself form the metal ever so slightly slowing her speed and finally attracting herself to the side of the building. Now standing on the side of the wall, Sera's eyes scanned for her opponent at the same time she began to collect iron sand from the ground below. It won't belong until she can make three more Sera size clones from the black sand. In the meantime she would engage her adversary in some civil conversation.

"FUCKING BIRDIE! GET DOWN HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN! or..er...A BIRD! OR WHATEVER YOU CALL YOURSELF! FACE ME COWARD! DON'T JUST FIGHT FORM AFAR!

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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.

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"VERY WELL!," Sera replied. "MY NAME IS SERAIDA MAVAJO OF THE BLACKSPEAR CARTEL! I FIGHT FOR MY LIFE! MY SURVIVAL HINGES ON MY TRIUMPHANT OUTCOME. BUT DO NOT LET IT DETER YOU C*NT! I WILL REIGN SUPREME AND I SHALL USE YOU AS MY MOUNT! REJOICE F*CKER FOR I SHALL NOT TIRE RIDING YOU!"

She matched his grin with hers, the fangs of her serrated black iron teeth a perfact pair to the griffin's. She was delighted in this tournament. Finding one worthy foe after another. She had been lucky so far but this might possibly be her hardest fight yet. But she will win.

Sera eyed the man's unnecessarily large pole, its length and girth seeming to outmatch her own. Despite not being male, Sera felt threatened by the griffin's exorbitant display of masculine dominance. Steeling her heart, she tried not to step back in fear. No, she will not falter against her opponents length, nor will she falter at her opponent's girth. Scowling, she hefted her less than adequte staff, this one seemingly lesser against her opponent in all possible areas. She watched as the griffin's rod glowed an ostentatious expression of his pride, the act seeming to delfate her own sense of self-worth. But despite her opponents tactics, Sera will persever.

As of this moment, the black sand she had collected rose to her sides, dozens of natural iron sand oscillating, gyrating at extremely high frequencies, the process almost invisible to the observer's eye. The sand will be her safety net if she were to be outmatched in close combat. 

Then the two moved. Her adversary stroke first, thrusting his lengthy pole into the center of Sera's nubile body. She responded with her black pole as well, the two rods meeting together, like two kindred souls. Then they would dance whacking at each other, performing the age old ritual of combat. And as their poles fought for domimance and position, Sera's hair will attack the griffin, a thousand strands of vibrating metal, one hit in any area and the flesh will be cut like a saw then blood will pour.

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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.

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Sera grimaced. She may have broken the talking beast's pole but her arms have taken the brunt of their exchange earlier, well just her left arm. The exhausted limb was now limp and shaking uncontrollably from the force of their blows. Her mundane physical prowess was nothing against the sapient creature before her. For now her left arm will have to rest.

As they broke contact, Sera was forced to expend more energy using magnetism to slow down her fall and keep her body from colliding with the obstructing buildings. After a few more moments she managed to stabilize her fall and was now back to levitating, her repelling force pushing back the iron on the ground. Black coat billowing from the passing breeze, Sera could no longer hold back her laughter.

"YES! YES! THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!" she ejaculated with manic joy. Her eyes shone with madness, her lips peeled back as her body shook with misplaced enjoyment. "BY THE FUCKING GODS! GIVE ME MORE YOU PIECE OF SHIT BEAST! GIVE ME MORE!"

Yes. As always, frenzy took over Sera the more she fought with a strong opponent. The beast before her had more backbone than anyo opponent she had fought in this tournament. At this moment, she thought of nothing than enjoy more of this battle. 

Hefting her black rod with her other arm, now that her left was useless, she drew her quarterstaff back, her body poised to throw the rod like a speae. Power blossomed around Sera, an infernal mix of misty darkness and crackling lightning all of it gathering into that obsidian stick she tightly gripped in her right arm. Two pairs of elemental magic converged into her weapon turning that mundane staff into a an infenal spear of darkness bathed in sparks of spiralling lightning.

"YOU HAVE GAINED MY UTMOST RESPECT IN THIS BATTLE! THIS WEAPON IS THE PERSONIFICATION OF THE CARTEL'S POWER. BE PROUD THAT I HAVE UNLEASHED THIS SPELL AGAINST YOU! WARE AS THIS WILL FOLLOW YOU TO THE ENDS OF THIS WORLD!"

While she spoke, blood spurted out of almost every orifice on her head. The crimson liquid trickled like tears down the corners of her blood-shot eyes, it streamed out of her nostrils, it poured endlessly out of her ears and it dribbled like red drool off the corners of her mouth. She knew this sorcery would drain the shit out of her. This was meant for emergency purposes but she did not care at all. At her current state of mind, she gone long past the point of reason. With a maniacal scream she threw the spell-fondled spear with such force that her it left her arm hanging limp by her side. 

"SERAIDA-STYLE! BLACK SPEAR OF THE SUZERAIN!"

As the spear flew towards her enemies, she would attract her body towards the projectile until it reached her opponent. The spear would seek its intended target and will not stop until it hits it opponent where it will wreak havoc upon her adversaries body. Sera's figure would follow suit wherever the spear leads her while her useless limbs flop like two strands of noodles behind her. While her enemy is recovering from the force of her attack she will set upon him. She will straddle the beast, her strong thighs wrapping around the creature's waist. As she embrace him with her remaining lower limbs she will breath into the beast's ears whisper her invitation for their nightly venture in her quarters after this fight is over. Then she will bare her fangs at her foes neck, her maw opened wide, her rows of serrated metal teeth clamping down on the flesh, where it will tear down with gusto. Yes, Sera will enjoy this fight to the end.

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(Dice roll? Or later?)

 

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(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.

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Edited by True Lycalo
Grammatical alteration

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(Let's hope that our fighters will still be alive by the time we toss coins)

"FUCKING BEAST! GIVE ME MORE!" Sera squealed in delight, her voice hoarse and ragged from exhaustion. Despite the sharpness of her serrated iron dentures, it was unable to fully rip apart the griffin's tender flesh. All it did was make the beast even angrier, much to Sera's dismay. She was actually looking forward to tasting the creature's flesh, to relish in its raw flavor. But this won't stop her. No. The Black Sera of the cartel cannot be stopped. 

Before she could sink her pointy dentures in once more, her opponent suddenly changes. Drastic changes. Her legs' lock around his waist seemed to tighten as her foe seemed to grow bigger and larger.

"YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" she screamed as her legs start to loosen their hold. "GODDAMN PERVERT! ARE MY LEGS THAT GOOD THAT FEELING THEM MADE YOU GROW LARGER?!" 

She knew there was no point in dialogue as both of them have sunk deep in a rage, thinking of nothing but the ecstasy of battle. Once more bloodlust filled her senses as her legs finally gave way from all the shaking her adversary made sending her plummeting to her death. Her last ditch effort to grapple the monster with her last pair of limbs had failed tragically and only served to break the latter pair, leaving her with four pairs of useless, unconsciously flailing limbs. 

Battered and broken and with no more options the once proud Sera swallowed her pride and dignity and accepted the only option left for her, the power of the cartel. It has always been with her, with all the members but she was too proud to make use of it. Other than the Black Spear spell, which she made her own, she did not want to make use of a strength that wasn't hers to begin with. But once more she had succumbed to necessity's will. Already she can hear the mocking laughter of the Black Head in her mind as the blasted woman blessed Sera the powers she begrudgingly desired.

A strong aroma filled the battlefield as a new alien aura emanated from Sera. It was sickening and nauseating to any observer and even more so to her opponent. It was a stark contrast to heavenly fragrance her body seemed to producing. Still falling, her closed eyes suddenly opened and with it bloomed the alien sorcery within her. 

"Blackbush style: Boing Boing Barrier!" as she screamed her spell, the air beneath her seemed to solidify into a bouncy square platform for a moment where upon collision it would bounce Sera back, launching her high into the air. Where she would mutter another spell, "Black Annal Style: Bye Bye Gravity!" The spell borrowed from another cartel member Black Annal, would keep her afloat in air defying gravity. 

There she floated in mid-air, like the demon incarnate. Her iron strands of hair whipped about, her tattered coat billowing with the unseen breeze, four pairs of wasted limbs flailing with every fluctuation of her power. Bathed in stygian violet aura, Sera's face glowered with bloodlust, the manic grin on her face baring her serrated teeth. Blood oozed from almost every inch in her body, the strain of weilding the Black Head's power seemed too much for her.

She then faced the hulking beast, her appearance almost as monstrous as her opponent. A bloodcurdling scream came form her throat, a voice that sent shivers to anyone observing. It was her answer to the beast's challenge. If it was a fight he wants, its a fight he will get.

 

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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.

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As the beast leaped at her, the mad woman seemed to moan in both anticipation and pleasure. It has come to this point that both combatants have shown their strongest sides and one mistake from either of them would surely cement one's defeat. But it was also at this point of the fight that Sera no longer cared for the outcome.

Now that she has unleashed the Lady's grace, Sera could no longer afford to ne careful. She cam fill it, the power coursing through her core, strength filling her up to the brim. It filled her so much she could explode anytime. It was taking all her willpower just to keep the Lady's grace flowing through her contained. 

While she was distracted, the beast managed to close its beak upon her midsection attempting to tear her flesh away. But Sers will not allow it. Without any limbs to fend him off, she decidied to flex her torso muscles. By amplifying her muscle strength to the limit, her abdominal muscles stopped the beak from digging in too deep and also managed to hold it inside her. Even as the foreign object stabbed into the center of her body, even as blood flowed from where their bodies are joined, Sera clenched her teeth through all of it. Having a firm grasp on the monster, she unleashed her next spell.

"BLACK ANNAL STYLE: MAXIMUM HEAVY POUND!" 

As she screamed the spell's name, a large glowing spell circle appeared appered with the two combatants in the center. The sorcery's effect would multiply gravity's effect on both fighters sending the pair plummeting to the ground at death inducing speeds.

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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.

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