Post by Talon on Sept 25, 2008 22:50:40 GMT -5
Shive collapsed to his knees, panting as he clutched Ragnarok in his right claw. He gritted his teeth, then swayed to his feet as he faced down his father, of which looked... different. His scales had a curious red sheen, his eyes were bloodshot now matter how much he blinked, and small spikes had delved their way out of the flesh on his joints, his spines, and his flanks.
"goddamn boy! I thought you were a bloodthirsty madman around here! Show me what you've got!" He barked.
He grinned, then asked,
"Or can you just not keep up with your old man, even when he's downsized?"
Daralog was answered as he managed to dodge one of Shive's Razor Wind attacks, but barely.
"Oooh, close! Not close enough! You've got the aim of an orc, boy!" He shouted to his son in a biting tone.
Shive growled, eyes dialated. Daralog mentally smirked, thinking,
Well, he's getting angrier... but not enough. Gotta piss him off some more!
Shive swept Ragnarok at his father's neck, but he managed to avoid it as well. Shive growled, swinging multiple times, but his father still managed to either block or evade them.
"goddamnit boy! I thought you were a fighter, not a dancer! Put your elbows into it! Or should I give you something you have a chance of hitting me with, like, say, a barn?" Daralog taunted.
Shive snorted twin jets of acidic vapor before rushing forward again, teeth bared as veins slowly crept into his eyes. Just as it seemed Shive would strike his father with the blade, a pillar of earth shot upwards from the ground and slammed into Shive's chin, earning a grunt and the crack of a few teeth. The dragonkin stumbled backwards under the clear night sky, blood dripping from his maw. His shoulders heaved with every breath, and Daralog smirked, muttering,
"Almost there... just one. Big. Push."
Shive charged forward again, hurling an Ice Javelin, of which merely shattered against Daralog's hide, causing the wyrm to shout,
"Cmon son! That's PATHETIC! Daedalus could fare better against me than you! Your skills are worthless! How the hell do you get anything done around here?!"
That did it. An eerie silence fell over the area as Shive stood there, silent, holding Ragnarok before him limply. Daralog scowled, thinking,
Must'a went too far with that'n...
An earth-shattering roar borke the silence, and Daralog grunted as Shive delivered a tackle strong enough to knock the wind out of his father. Shive finished the tackle with a powerful uppercut, sending his father spinning 15 feet into the air. As the dazed dragon fell back to earth, he managed to catch a glimpse of his son's bloodshot eyes, foamed-over maw, thicker muscles, glossed scales, and joint-spikes.
"Perfect." He muttered before slamming face-first into the dirt.
Daralog burrowed into the ground as fast as he could, shouting,
"Good job boy! Ya unlocked the Bloodrage! Now, jut find a way ta calm yourself down, and you're done!"
As Daralog faded from sight, Shive stood there, clutching Ragnarok in bleeding hands, pupils dialated to the point of almost non-existance. He let out a blood-curdling roar into the sky, tail lashing and bloodied foam trickling down his maw.
"goddamn boy! I thought you were a bloodthirsty madman around here! Show me what you've got!" He barked.
He grinned, then asked,
"Or can you just not keep up with your old man, even when he's downsized?"
Daralog was answered as he managed to dodge one of Shive's Razor Wind attacks, but barely.
"Oooh, close! Not close enough! You've got the aim of an orc, boy!" He shouted to his son in a biting tone.
Shive growled, eyes dialated. Daralog mentally smirked, thinking,
Well, he's getting angrier... but not enough. Gotta piss him off some more!
Shive swept Ragnarok at his father's neck, but he managed to avoid it as well. Shive growled, swinging multiple times, but his father still managed to either block or evade them.
"goddamnit boy! I thought you were a fighter, not a dancer! Put your elbows into it! Or should I give you something you have a chance of hitting me with, like, say, a barn?" Daralog taunted.
Shive snorted twin jets of acidic vapor before rushing forward again, teeth bared as veins slowly crept into his eyes. Just as it seemed Shive would strike his father with the blade, a pillar of earth shot upwards from the ground and slammed into Shive's chin, earning a grunt and the crack of a few teeth. The dragonkin stumbled backwards under the clear night sky, blood dripping from his maw. His shoulders heaved with every breath, and Daralog smirked, muttering,
"Almost there... just one. Big. Push."
Shive charged forward again, hurling an Ice Javelin, of which merely shattered against Daralog's hide, causing the wyrm to shout,
"Cmon son! That's PATHETIC! Daedalus could fare better against me than you! Your skills are worthless! How the hell do you get anything done around here?!"
That did it. An eerie silence fell over the area as Shive stood there, silent, holding Ragnarok before him limply. Daralog scowled, thinking,
Must'a went too far with that'n...
An earth-shattering roar borke the silence, and Daralog grunted as Shive delivered a tackle strong enough to knock the wind out of his father. Shive finished the tackle with a powerful uppercut, sending his father spinning 15 feet into the air. As the dazed dragon fell back to earth, he managed to catch a glimpse of his son's bloodshot eyes, foamed-over maw, thicker muscles, glossed scales, and joint-spikes.
"Perfect." He muttered before slamming face-first into the dirt.
Daralog burrowed into the ground as fast as he could, shouting,
"Good job boy! Ya unlocked the Bloodrage! Now, jut find a way ta calm yourself down, and you're done!"
As Daralog faded from sight, Shive stood there, clutching Ragnarok in bleeding hands, pupils dialated to the point of almost non-existance. He let out a blood-curdling roar into the sky, tail lashing and bloodied foam trickling down his maw.
