Griffintaur

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

@yoshua171

Hey buddy. Quick question. Would you be against me making a slight revision to Tharr's Combat Empowerment? I feel like "rushes of battle adrenaline" can't be quite measured fairly. Plus I've been wanting to differentiate his Reserves a bit.

In short, I have an idea to instead make it more combo based, with each 5th strike granting a 10% increase in attack speed and strength. Still working out the details, but figured I'd ask before the battle really begins.

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

@Doc Doctor

Naturally easier said than done with the speed he was faced with. That thing was on his ass before he could even blink, and it was pretty much over from there. But I digress. Good game, friend.

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

The ever alert eyes of Tharraleos watched the man form the wall of flame. The slightest of grins tucked at the corners of his beak from the resourcefulness of his opposition. A distraction that serves as an attack? Already this man was showing potential, which meant he didn't want to risk disappointing him and ruin any chance for enjoyment. As the torrent of fire careened towards him, his right wing folded against him while the left swung through the air in a wide, underhanded arc, folding itself directly afterwards. This was well before Raelis was within range, which denoted his target wasn't the Knight. Instead, he decided to show his own elemental prowess and from the feathered appendage came a large, crescent shaped construct of air.

It soared through the air vertically, its bottom edges tearing through the ground's surface like a hot knife through butter. It carved its way through the wall in a similar fashion straight down the middle, causing it to part with the 2 separate halves just barely passing him. But even with that minimal exposure, it was quite clear he needed to avoid direct assaults from the heat. He had no specific defenses against the likes of blazing temperatures, though he wouldn't prevent him from attaining victory. After all, he had prevailed against proficient magic users in the past, so this was nothing he couldn't grasp.

The barely visible arc of wind didn't stop at the scorching detriment. Instead it would carry on for a couple meters more before fading away. If the Champion were to find himself in the path of this, the impact would likely be enough to cause minor damage to his armor. These projectiles were known to slice through the likes of steel with relative ease. This was also a way to gauge the durability of his foe, assuming it met its mark. Either way, Tharr would stare intently at the man's reactions and would adjust himself accordingly.

@yoshua171

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

@Doc Doctor

Looks like that's the end. I intended to unleash his reserves and put up an actual fight, but I saw no way out of the hold Tharr was in even with the increase in strength. So victory's all yours friend. Good fight, as brief as it was.

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

The overwhelming ferocity overtook Tharraleos before a coherent thought could even be conjured. How he was placed in such a disadvantageous predicament so swiftly was beyond comprehension. His senses were basically jammed and the only limbs to alleviate the intense asphyxiation were currently embedded within the tail of this foul creature. Even his own feline tail with its length of twenty feet was just barely out of range to provide assistance. Things weren't looking good for the mutated warrior, to say the least. Within mere moments his own resistance gradually waned more and more. Soon the Manga Pater would find the immense form in its grasp grow limp and unresponsive.

As his consciousness began fading, Tharr evaluated his situation. Was this really how things were to end for him? Helplessly strangled to death by a grotesque monster in this dammed swamp. It made some sense though, albeit irrational. Something was bound to best him in such a manner after five millennia. But as he began to accept his fate, a swift reminder snapped him from such. He was a shining example of what his kind were truly capable of. Entire nations had once buckled under his sheer might alone, and now here he was dying a pitiful death. This wouldn't do.

"I am Tharraleos!" he shouted within his mind.

"I am the proud vestige of the Aerasginero!"

"No mere, simple creature shall conquer my might!"

[Pride Reserve + 3]

Under his closed eyelids, the yellow of his irises momentarily flashed purple in color with each sentence spoke. This was the other variation of power that was able to be stored within him for further use. Battle and vanity were the things that empowered him in the most literal of senses and it was quite evident now was the time to capitalize on them. But as he went to unleash his Reserves, something snapped, literally. The unending and increasingly tightening grip of the Primal Nightmare broke through his defenses enough to sever the spinal cord. Instantly, the Griffintaur's body slumped onto the muddy ground, any remaining resistance being completely halted. Remnants of his subconscious prevailed, but would soon follow suit and the being known as Tharraleos would no longer exist in the living realm.

@Doc Doctor

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

@yoshua171

Tagging you.

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

Tharraleos watched with intrigue in his visage at the man's display of aerial maneuverability. Such was frequently a drawback of the much larger albeit deceptively nimble Griffin, not that it served as a problem. His stance became much more grounded, rear talons rooting him to the spot with knees bent. With wings flared out and furled into makeshift fists, he would look at the Knight almost like a batter would perceive a baseball.

The much extended reach would of his plumaged extremities was most beneficial. The heat radiating from this warrior wasn't beyond anything he could handle, but having moderate distance was more preferred until more information was known about the particular style of combat. Be it sword, fist or foot, whatever Raelis would throw at the hybrid would be met with a winged punch boasting immense force of its own. This was aimed to either contest or surpass him in a clash of sheer brute strength. Although hastiness would be prioritized in said strikes as prolonged exposure would result in searing consequences.

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

The ire Tharr caused the monster was only beginning at this moment. It was indeed true his acute senses would be trampled by the cries of the Magna Pater under normal circumstances. This was not one of those times. The hybrid had the ability to filter out any unneeded or hindrance causing sense. Following the slimy creature's previous hammering at his hearing and sight, his feathered ears reduced nearly all sound and he was nearly deaf at this point. Additionally, since the last time his eyes were opened to a void of black nothingness, he decided to since close them entirely.

With sight and hearing nullified, Tharr suffered only mild disorientation. But as the piercing tail was sent for his maw, it seemed he was unprepared. But 2 of his remaining perceptors were more than enough to still follow its movements, with taste being the one he definitely refused to bring out. The foul odor of it was already seeped deep in his nares and would likely remain for weeks. His most crucial tool were the goldenrod whiskers adorning his plumaged face and the crest of feathers atop his head. These worked in conjunction with each other to detect surrounding vibrations.

The Magna Pater might be surprised to find its tail clenched between the paws of its foe. The hybrid had used his keen reflexes and duo of senses to discover and predict the angle of which the limb lashed forth. The grip in his digits was enough to dent metals and to ensure his hold, his claws unsheathed and attempted to break through its thick hide to lock them in place. Now that he had the thing in his clutches, it was time to stand back up. His wing was currently being munched on and his layered defenses would last only so long against such a powerful onslaught of teeth. He couldn't risk further damage by yanking the thing free by its tail.

As such, his unoccupied and outstretched wing was brought to the ground, where the ends straightened out and seemed to grasp the mostly firm foundation. From here, Tharraleos would attempt to pull himself up, his lion tail assisting with such by pushing against the ground on the opposing side. Without any interruptions, Tharr would be back on his feet, where he'd find a way to rid himself of this pest. Perhaps he would bring out his Reserves. He was normally one to prolong a battle out of sheer enjoyment, but this was an obvious exception. It needed to be dealt with, swiftly and permanently.

Reserves

Combat Reserve = 12
Pride Reserve = 0
Turns to decrease - 2

@Doc Doctor

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

@Doc Doctor

Apologies for the vanishing act. Real life, and all that. But I'm being bestowed some free time from distractions later on, so I'll be making my return momentarily.

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

@yoshua171

I'm still alive, yes. Just been busy with moving and job stuff over the last week. If it's not one thing, it's another, huh? IRL is just so grand sometimes