The Throne... Roleplay Thread

Grea blocks the sword with her scales, growling loudly as she drove it down into the ground. She smelled like gasoline.

“Your style has changed, Grea! I’m getting pumped up!” Jaze exclaims in enjoyment.
She brings the sword away from Grea, turning to slash at the air around her.

She seemed to bite on something. The air in a wide cone infront of Grea suddendly caught fire, the only reason her opponent wasn’t burnt to a crisp being her air Attack fending off the flames. “I’ll shred you to pieces!”

“Woah! Fire!”
“You forgot, fire is my specialty!”

She brings her sword to the flames, blocking the attack…
“This flame… Ain’t ordinary…”
“Take this one!”

Her sword burst into flames, and she charged towards the source.
“Put your soul into it, I wanna FEEL it!”

Grea ducked down and turned around, sweeping her tail Under her opponent’s feet. Anticipating her dodge, she quickly did another 180 and used her wings as extra propulsion to lunge towards her and punch her out of the air.

“Woah!”
Her strike missed. She grabbed on to the fist before it connected, blowing back a few metres.
“Not down yet… I won’t go down a second time!” She grins, clearly having fun.

This time, she slashes the air… a few waves of air slash at Grea, challenging the scales. Some of the scales are damaged.
“Hah!” She brings out an extra air slash…

“Tch.” She felt her heart beating in her chest. She wouldn’t be able to take much punishment before…she shouldn’t think about that. Right now she only had to fight. She brought her hands together. The air felt cold. Suddendly, three pillars of ice appeared all around the girl, trying to crush her!

“Magic’s a no go against me!”
Her flaming sword appeared again, this time slashing apart the three ice pillars.

“Second attempt! Let’s see if those scales can make it!” She charges at Grea again, in a manner similar to the first attack.

“…” This time she stretched her arms out. Waiting for her to come closer, before smashing her palms against the blade to stop it before it hit her chest. “I’m stronger than you… I’m stronger than anyone in this form. Your struggles are futile.” She started to try to bend the sword.

The fire burns strong. The blade does not bend. The scales start to melt.

“We shall see! Aha!”
Wait… the blade seems pressurized…

“Well… I can probably only do one thing before my heart breaks Under the pressure.” She let out a small snarl, before pulling the blade to her side just next to her gut, pulling the purple haired gut closer before headbutting her.

The sword… a small chip breaks…
“Gah!” Jaze exclaims, not from the headbutt but from the sword, a pain felt in her chest…
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She falls down, her sword stabbed into the ground a few metres away from her. The chip had somehow mysteriously restored itself…

Grea stumbled backwards. Holding her chest. “Shit.” She could feel it… and at that point, anyone would’ve been able to see it beating in her chest that started to vibrate. She fell on her rear, gasping for air.

“Yo… you ok? Got one of those Crimson Potions…” She says, holding up a red potion. How did that fit into her bag?

She let out a quiet whimper, unable to answer, her form going back to her normal state. She couldn’t stop it now. A trail of saliva appeared to the side of her mouth as she started convulsing uncontrollably for a few seconds, before suddendly falling limp.

“I may have been a little too excited…”
She pours the crimson potion into Grea, the effects healing…

She gasped for air and looked back at her “Oh…god…th-thank you. God dammit. Sh-shouldn’t have held off dragon form for so long…couldn’t…control…ugh…”

“You were darn… Strong!”
She grins at Grea, looking like a weight lifted over her shoulders.

“Looks like all that stress is gone, you think? I lost… Could never beat you… Haha…”
“I will defeat you one day!”

She waved her hand to the side. “You were damn close. I wish I had a way to keep my heart in check in this form, this way I could use it for longer.” She nodded at Raze. “Thanks. You helped a lot. I wouldn’t have wanted to become a murderous rampager in a crowd of people.”

“Well, If you need some help, take this!”

She goes to her bag, taking out a flyer with a yellow circle on it.

“I don’t know how you got that red paper, but friends ain’t supposed to get those. Touch the yellow circle, I will come if I have the time.”

She looks around.
“Now… where are we?”