Who has a death wish? XD (Desert and cliff like environment)

Ling-Ling appeared, swinging her weapon as if it were a toy:

"C'mon! Is there anybody who want to fight me?" She exclaimed with a high pitch giglish laugh.

"Well...if it isn't the pipsqueak of the past come back to haunt Galiavan with her cute but savage rampages." Ikai said as he rolled a d20 on the ground. The die read 15.

"I hope your not expecting to making your stay too long...I mean the underworld needs their Queen's blood don't they?" Ikai smirked it'd been awhile since he had an encounter with Ling-Ling.

Ikai Boontai wrote:"Well...if it isn't the pipsqueak of the past come back to haunt Galiavan with her cute but savage rampages." Ikai said as he rolled a d20 on the ground. The die read 15.

"I hope your not expecting to making your stay too long...I mean the underworld needs their Queen's blood don't they?" Ikai smirked it'd been awhile since he had an encounter with Ling-Ling.

Ling-Ling took one swing, crushing the dice with the spikey-er, yeah! The spikier end of her weapon. She lifted the heavy weapon, and all that was left of the die was a fine pile of dust that scattered with the wind. She swung the club/spear into the air, catching it above her head before grinning at her former master. "Ain't it the pain in the ass Master Ikai and his endless and boring rantings." She said spining the club to face the slashing end towards him. "Don't even bother with the dice, neither of us will stop till the other is surely dead or just can't fight anymore!" she swung her clubs heavy end towards him. "But how about another handicap? No advanced jutsu, I've seen your ace you hide in the thick of battle. Same goes for me; I won't eat you either-besides...you'd likely enjoy it." she lifted up the club, jumping above his head. "I don't give pleasure to those who deserve to die!" she cried out as she swung the spikey club downward, the weight increased and slammed down above him with enough force to cause a crater by the time it would connect to the ground.

"No witty banter? What type of battle is it with no witty banter from the Master?" Ikai replied as he stepped to the side and jumped to meet Ling Ling in air. He took a kunai thrusting the blade at Ling-Ling's arm that held her own weapon.

Ling-Ling swung the club around her-towards Ikai's swing; she heightened her grip and the speed of the weapon increased, parrying his knife with the heavy set slashing blade at the rear end of the weapon. Ling-Ling flipped backwards and landed on her feet. She looked up, and like a baseball bat, she held the club like weapon and swung up at Ikai. "No need! I'm too witty for your incoherent responses anyways!" she replied with a cheery giggle. "Your going to die!!" she added sweetly.

Ikai steps on the club as Ling Ling swung at him. Inside his right hand a seven foot long pole appeared a mace end and a U shaped end (see Brazon description). "I believe my good old pal Brazon will make light work of your pitiful miniature." Ikai replied as he bent over and grabbed the stave piece of her weapon swinging down with his weight around her body; forcing the U end of Brazon around Ling Ling. With a twist of his hand he applied pressure to Ling Ling's side (One piece into lower left, and One piece into Upper right torso) as he landed on his feet behind her.

Ikai Boontai wrote:Ikai steps on the club as Ling Ling swung at him. Inside his right hand a seven foot long pole appeared a mace end and a U shaped end (see Brazon description). "I believe my good old pal Brazon will make light work of your pitiful miniature." Ikai replied as he bent over and grabbed the stave piece of her weapon swinging down with his weight forcing the U end of Brazon around Ling Ling. With a twist of his hand he applied pressure to Ling Ling's side (One piece into lower left, and One piece into Upper right torso) as he landed on his feet.

Ling-Ling grinned leaning back like an exotic dancer. "Ohh Master Ikai, just like old times, no?" She winked, blowing a kiss to him-her boobs lifted and fell after the brisk move, but since he was close to her, and within good range and pretty agile, she let her right hand holding the weapon dropped backwards-sending the spiker end (the one with the white spear blade poking out) down upon his pink head while he was distracted.

Ikai released the pressure as she spoke, and seeing the blade he was able to move his body so that his left shoulder was struck. With the new found blade in his shoulder Ikai took Brazon pulling it towards him and pivoting Brazon that he released the blade from his should before swinging the spiked mace end of Brazon in his right hand at Ling-Ling along with two shuriken from his left hand.

"Not exactly your price is dirt cheap now." Ikai replied.

Ling-Ling dropped, her body evading the swing of the spiked mace; her own mace like side had embedded deep inton his arm, and as he had pulled the blade from his arm, it left two deep cuts that were so close together, that would take stiches to stop the blood from seeping out both ends. She twirled, the club bashing against the rocky ground and propelled her away from him. She tossed three of her stars at him-deflecting the weapon but the one shuriken had been off target got on target and slashed at her right side of her torso-tearing her dress and her flesh. She dropped to the ground, almost reaching before stopping. She grinned as the blood dripped over her dress. "Dirt cheap? Well, sleeping with me on the dirt floor of the barn was a cheap ploy for a 'private lesson'." she said spinning the spear club.

"Lessons? I thought that was your payment for instruction." Ikai grinned with a hint of laughter, "Not many teens give it up that freely. Now to take this fight to another level."

Ikai tossed Brazon into the air spinning before rushing towards Ling-Ling pulling out two katanas as he charged he sent chakra into the tip of blades. The tip of the blades began to glow with an ice gold aura. The katana in his left hand he kept still as he started to spin the katana in his right hand to produce a devastating blast of frosted air produced by the chakra sent into the blade. The stars were blasted away as the wind continued to propel towards Ling-Ling.

As the blast of air rushed towards Ling-Ling, Ikai disappeared from view, a moment later reappearing behind her. The tip of the left hand katana against her back (against the lumbar spine) with the right hand katana against her neck. Ikai's left knee pinned Ling-Ling's left calve to the ground with his right leg trapping her right calve and immobilizing the joint of her knee (Too much torque applied by Ling-Ling and the joint would fracture).

Ling-Ling enjoyed the pain, a defiantly and pleasurable smile was spread across her lips. "You know, I still cant help but flatter by the way you hold me in battle Ikai! But to answer your last response, I beleive my payment for your instructions was my familys barn out in the boonies of Yakatoro Island. The sex was just a side deal, because a young woman such as I at such a young age can be so...impressionable." she said with another grin. With her arms still free, her right hand reached into her shirt in a flash-before she wrapped her arms backwards, and looped them tight with her spear club barring behind his knees. Something sticky clung to his leg...

"You know that feeling when stalemates ususally end in both players deaths? You should know, that despite being an Ass and left me for dead-that you taught me well." She said, before letting both ends of the trick gum attached to the back of his left thigh touch.

BANG!!

As the two ends of the gum hit the wind that Ikai had previously hit finally hit the pair causing Ling-Ling's back to be impaled by the blade against her lumbar spine. The explosion from the trick gum obliterated the spot where the two had been fighting.

Match End: Stalemate

Rufus looks down at the mess and shakes his head. "Such needless violence...ah well." He presses a button and the stage explodes into fire and brimstone...with torque.

(changing the environment into a heavily forested one)

In the dense woods, a lone Elf by the name of Niket Furu leaps from tree limb to tree limb. The 500 year old Elven woman leaps with such grace she hardly causes any disturbance when jumping or running from branch to branch. She even manages to stealthily pass a battalion of human troops who are to face off against some human foe. Elves had no need or care in their matters, and had no reason to involve with them. Niket had just been assigned to NOMAD recently, and she knew of the human ways more than the standard elf. She drops down from a tree and onto the forest floor when she is a good deal away from the troops. Spinning her bo-staff up she ventures forth to scout out the heavily forested area to the north where she would in two days be at a mountain ridge.

The Ironwing Dragon, a rare but formidable creature in these woods was also making its way quietly through the brush. It had no desire to attack the battalion of troops. It could gather a few meals from them for sure, but it didn't want to have to deal with the attacks from the many survivors. Not that their bullets would really do any damage, the dragon simply didn't want to make such a fuss. Instead, it followed the delectable smell of a lone female Elf as she made her way through the woods. Elves...and female elves in particular, tasted much better than humans, so he stalked this one with great care. He wanted her very badly. Despite his giant size, his green and brown colors and predatory finesse kept him hidden amongst the foliage.

Niket continued to venture forth through the tangled vegetation and pressed her hands against the soft moss that patched on the north sides of trees. She slid down a dirt hill and crossed a small and inch high stream before she felt the presence of 'other eyes' upon her. She at first paused, then she climbed a tree till she reached the leafiest parts. She looked down, half expecting to find a stray hunter or a deserting human soldier. She didn't have any idea that she had been seen and been stalked herself by a more stealthy adversary. She remains quiet, her oak Bo-staff held tightly in both hands while she patiently awaits for any other sign of movement.

Little did Niket know that the "other eyes" that watched her were not on the ground, but in the same leaves she hid behind. As she vigilantly watched the ground for any human intruders that may have been following her, the dragon vigilantly watched her, not two tree stalks away, hidden by the brush. It's yellow eyes surveyed the curvaceous sustenance before it, its belly aching to have her. No, it wouldn't be too long. She knew something was watching her, but she hadn't the slightest clue what was about to come. The dragon waited for her to drop back down to the forest floor. Then he'd make his move.

SeiferHowling wrote:Little did Niket know that the "other eyes" that watched her were not on the ground, but in the same leaves she hid behind. As she vigilantly watched the ground for any human intruders that may have been following her, the dragon vigilantly watched her, not two tree stalks away, hidden by the brush. It's yellow eyes surveyed the curvaceous sustenance before it, its belly aching to have her. No, it wouldn't be too long. She knew something was watching her, but she hadn't the slightest clue what was about to come. The dragon waited for her to drop back down to the forest floor. Then he'd make his move.

Niket strangely could not hear or see any signs of movement from down below. She cocks her eyebrow and has a puzzled expression mask her face. She could someone still watching her now, but this was truly bizarre. She leaps over to another tree with an air like grace again, and looks down at the forest floor 20' below again. Still nothing. Truly puzzled, and against her mind telling her not to, she begins to descend into the forest floor below. She leaps down, rolling into a rough patch of highgrass beside the stream onto her chest. She removed the cloak and the beret she wore upon her head, setting them into a bundle in the grass. She had a carved fox hanging from her neck which she did not remove but held tightly before breathing out an anticipated sigh. She gets low to the ground, on all fours with an inch or two off the ground she pedals forward, 'elf crawling', leaving no tell-tale foot prints behind as she silently parts the grass and gets closer to the stream.

When the grass curtain unfolds and she sees yet there is no one she is extremely baffled. "What in the Gods..." she stands up scratching her head. She steps into the clearing and looks about. Nothing. "What the heck, I really could have sworn..." she trails off, turning about in a circle to look for her cloak and hat again.

Niket didn't make it back to her cloak and her hat. As silent as the wind, the dragon swooped down from where she had been hiding not moments before and used its talons to grapple onto the supple Elf. She shrieked in surprise as the tight and sharp claws wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms to her side. In an instant she watched her beret and her cloak get further and further away as she was lifted high into the air.

Looking up to see what had grabbed her, her heart sank as she realized she was in the talons of a dragon. How was this possible? They were so rare around here! The creature was enormous, its head at least twice the width of her body, able to swallow her in her entirety if the monster desired to do so. She let out a scream as she realized that was a real possibility, kicking her legs in protest. She could do nothing as the dragon flew her to its nest, high along the side of a mountain, and then dropped her in.

Air rushed over her face and pulled back her long blonde hair before she hit the nest with that same pretty face with an oof! Her eyes closed due to the pain, she slowly turns herself around and presses her back against the wall of the creatures lair. Her eyes blink open, and she feels her heart stop beating. Before her, flying about was the large Ironwing, a rare breed in an area that was rarer for Dragons to be about!

She whimpered, unable to turn her head around to look for a way out-instead she begins to frantically tap the wall behind her for any openings her hands would sink through-hoping she'd find a gap where she could slip through with her full form. Meanwhile, her head and large beautiful blue eyes stare at the hungry flying creature who looked like it was going to land! "Perhaps...I can talk it out of eating me...yeah...they're smart creatures...one must know reason!" she thinks, yet gulps at its low possibilities of success.

The Ironwing could already sense the fear in its prey. Its many sensory organs could see her heat rising, and based on her frantic motions of trying to find a way to escape were enough. He loved it all the more when they were scared. It made the chase and the success all the more victorious. Niket was correct, Dragons were very smart creatures, but reasoning with a hungry one had a very small chance of success.

It landed, getting louder whimpers out of her, its shadow casting over her. She looked up at its monstrous head, its jaw half agape, dripping with saliva. She could see its slithering tongue and cavern in the back of its throat. Surely she couldn't be headed down there! There must be something she could do!

Before any ideas popped into her head, the dragon started to prepare its meal, by snapped at her clothing. It covered the tasty Elf's skin, and he wanted to be able to enjoy his meal. The tip of his snout clamped upon her top, tearing it from her. Her ample breasts bounced from being free, and she covered them in fright, her knees then bending together, afraid of what he may snap at next.

SeiferHowling wrote:The Ironwing could already sense the fear in its prey. Its many sensory organs could see her heat rising, and based on her frantic motions of trying to find a way to escape were enough. He loved it all the more when they were scared. It made the chase and the success all the more victorious. Niket was correct, Dragons were very smart creatures, but reasoning with a hungry one had a very small chance of success.

It landed, getting louder whimpers out of her, its shadow casting over her. She looked up at its monstrous head, its jaw half agape, dripping with saliva. She could see its slithering tongue and cavern in the back of its throat. Surely she couldn't be headed down there! There must be something she could do!

Before any ideas popped into her head, the dragon started to prepare its meal, by snapped at her clothing. It covered the tasty Elf's skin, and he wanted to be able to enjoy his meal. The tip of his snout clamped upon her top, tearing it from her. Her ample breasts bounced from being free, and she covered them in fright, her knees then bending together, afraid of what he may snap at next.

At first Niket let the fullness of her breasts just sag there, but modesty made her grab them tightly and lift them back into their state again. "N-n-n-n-n..." she tried saying. But paused, truly looking at the creature like if she was a little wrong in the head. Shaking her head again she tries to speak again. "Puh-puh-puh..." she blushes; her face also contorting to rage. She held the cloth of her skirt, causing the necklace with the carved fox on it to bounce between both the funbags that bounced about. Instead of speaking, (since she clearly could not due to her fear) she shakes her head sternly left and right. "Nmmp. Nmmp." she grunts at the beast with a reddened face, full of fear yet showing some rebelliousness.

The Ironwing could sense the fear overtaking then delectable Elf, and it was intoxicating. The more she feared, the more she sweated, which meant the more he could smell her delicious scent. He'd savor all of her going down. The gloves and the boots were going to be difficult to remove, but that was fine. The majority of her skin was already showing, with the exception of her skirt, which he promptly snapped at next, getting another shriek out of Niket. The tug pulled her ass to the ground, her breasts bouncing from the fall.

She whimpered after, tears streaming from her eyes as the beast tossed the garment away, and she was left with her leafy thong. The Elf then crawled backward up to the wall, getting as close to it as she could as the beast moved forward and positioned its head directly over hers. Her world darkened as the dragon blocked out the sun and opened its jaws wide. The muscles in the back of its maw rippled, hungry for her, and warm saliva dripped onto her already slick skin. Oh shit...

Niket just realized after she had fallen that the nest was filled with water and dead rotten trees. She could see the tongue fall in front of her. Gods...Gods no! Her blue eyes widened before she shuts them tightly. The tongue grasped her hands and pulls off her gloves with relative ease actually, tossing them aside. She stands and feels pressed while the creature above readies itself to eat her. She looks down, holding her bare breasts with her arms:


"No...please...don't..." she whispered, unable to courageously speak those words louder than a mouse breath. The world above her darkens, and she whimpers as sharp teeth graze her skin, poking her flesh but not drawing blood-or at least none yet, though she feared there would be soon enough. Air passes the bareness of her rear, the stringy stems of the leaves that cover over her pelvis were tougher than they looked-but they were nothing more but an added seasoning she suspected and that thought alone made her eyes tear and she shuts them twice as tightly.

Finally ready to feed, its prey trembling before him, the dragon wasn't quite pleased. She had almost resigned to her fate, and he didn't like that out of his prey. He wanted them struggling and screaming, so some intimidation was in order. He let out a horrific roar, his hot breath wafting over her cool skin, blowing her hair about and shaking her entire body. She quivered even more now, shouting in fear as the beast reared its head back.

Like not being able to turn away from a train wreck, she found herself opening her eyes as the jaws came snapping down on top of her, clenching shut down to her waist. She squealed as the pressure flattened her breasts agains the abrasive and slick tongue, tasting her delicious nipples and folds of skin. Her hands clawed at the outside of the snout, doing nothing to its scales, as she was lifted into the air. Her legs scissored and her ass shook about, trying to wiggle her way out of this nightmare.

The whole time, inches away from her face inside the cavernous maw, was an undulating throat, waiting to take her in.