Silly — Roleplayer Guild

[Location] Harbour
[Time] Sunday, 08:30
[Interactions] Various
[Target] @Mirandae [Sea Monster]

The mist thickened, swirling and rising into a towering mass before condensing into a solid shape. As it cleared from the battlefield, it warped and twisted, coalescing into something immense. Despite its ominous presence, it went largely unnoticed amidst the chaos, with the dominants and regalia clashing, civilians fleeing, and destruction reigning.

A low, primordial growl rumbled from within the fog, subtle yet deep enough to stir unease in those who heard it. Suspicion crept toward the strange fog, but it was the thunderous, piercing roar that shattered all else, commanding the attention of everything nearby. It was a sound of raw fury, an unquenchable rage, layered with the unmistakable timbre of anguish.

The first victims were a swarm of monstrous lice positioned before the fog. A massive metallic clawed foot slammed down, shredding through them like a sharp blade through silk. Emerging from the dissipating mist was a monstrous metallic lizard, a primordial dragon. Its immense frame gleamed with a sinister sheen, the mist now a whisper clinging to its form. The dragon’s jaws gaped as it roared again, its voice echoing across the battlefield, surveying its surroundings with a terrifying hunger. An apex predator, its violet eyes glinted with malice, locked onto the colossal Sea Monster. The dragon seemed to salivate at the prospect of annihilation. For the onlookers, the towering lizard was an even greater menace than the sea creature itself, for it was a harbinger of destruction, the Dominant of the Void. Libra bore witness to an omen of the end times, the great enemy of all things and life itself.

The metallic beast took one step, then another, each footfall a deafening thunderclap. Stalls and buildings crumbled beneath its weight, scattering debris and forcing bystanders to flee or be crushed. Its immense form accelerated, every movement purposeful, unrelenting. As it closed the distance, it drew back one colossal arm, the motion brimming with raw, destructive power. When the blow landed, Bahamut’s fist collided with the Sea Monster’s maw with the force of a falling meteor, sending a shockwave through the battlefield.

The Sea Monster bellowed in pain, its own massive clawed arm retaliating. The two titans clashed, their blows shaking the very ground beneath them. Bahamut met each strike with calculated ferocity, countering with a barrage of relentless punches. The strategy was clear: the greatest defence was an overwhelming offence, and Bahamut held nothing back. Each blow was a symphony of destruction, an echo of ancient experience honed across eons.

The Sea Monster staggered under the onslaught, and in desperation, it summoned its swarming minions. Like a living tide, they poured toward Bahamut. The great dragon, undeterred, swiped up the creatures in its massive claws, tossing them into its gaping maw. It devoured them with ruthless efficiency, tearing through them like a predator feasting on popcorn. This act of dominance enraged the Sea Monster further, its fury palpable.

Bahamut’s claws scraped along its metallic body, scattering the remnants of the swarming lice onto the other Dominants battling nearby. It was a crude and careless dismissal, a clear statement: Bahamut had no interest in these pests. Its focus was singularly on the Sea Monster, its true prey.

With a tremendous leap, the Sea Monster lunged at Bahamut, tackling the metallic beast. The impact sent Bahamut skidding backward, but it quickly regained its footing, retaliating with a ferocious flurry of blows. Fists and claws collided, each strike a seismic event, as the two titanic beings sought to overpower one another. Bahamut soaked the monster’s attacks without pause, responding with an oppressive assault that shattered barriers and tore through sinew and bone alike.

As the battle raged, Bahamut began to gain the upper hand. Its strikes landed with devastating precision, and the Sea Monster staggered under the unrelenting force. The dragon’s attacks grew faster, heavier, crushing bone and splintering flesh. With a final, triumphant roar, Bahamut leapt forward, driving the Sea Monster onto its back. Pinned beneath the metallic lizard, the sea creature thrashed and roared in defiance, but it could not escape.

Bahamut opened its jaws, and a dark, ominous hum began to resonate from its body. Purple electricity crackled along its length, building in intensity as it gathered energy. The dragon’s entire frame glowed with a sinister light, a radiant crescendo of power. From tail to maw, the energy surged upward, as it was pulled in a brilliant violet sphere at the back of its throat. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the great Megaflare took shape, a weapon of apocalyptic destruction poised to erupt.

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