Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161010182926/@comment-26444332-20161015004206

In the Avacyr Skypits of Aloria...

Ouroboros tilts his head, clearly amused.

'I'm not sure what you're trying to accomplish by challenging me in a High Dragon Dance,' remarks Camael, 'but I assure you, it's not going to turn out well for you. Any of you,' he says, looking meaningfully at the Nine Emperors assembled in a ring around him.

'We'd just like our chance. If one of us defeats you, they leap directly from being a Dragon Emperor to a Divine Dragon Spirit,' says a man with brown hair and reddish eyes.

'Well, Ddraig Goch, you might want to be aware that it'll take more than what you have here to take me down. I fought Star-of-the-Morning and forced him back, and I defeated the armies of Erebus in their day.'

'We are perfectly aware of that,' replies a silver-haired woman with icy blue eyes.

'I'm surprised at you, Avrora, for actually agreeing to this,' sighs Camael. 'But I suppose I have no choice. A High Dragon Dance is a series of single combats, so who will you send against me first?'

'That would be me,' says a man with pale gold hair and yellow eyes, stepping forward. The other Emperors retreat to a safe distance.

'Ah, Huanglong. I suppose they would send you first,' murmurs Camael.

'Begin!' cries a woman with long golden hair and green eyes shot through with streaks of gold.

'I, who awakened to the principles of the Center, do now release my seal. I am Huanglong!' shouts Camael's opponent, and in a swirl of fire a massive yellow-scaled Oriental dragon emerges and twists into the sky, sounding a roar.

Camael grips the armrests of his wheelchair tightly before struggling to his feet. Swaying in the slight breeze, he shuffles forward, clearly pained by the act of having to stand. A swirl of light manifests above his head, forming a circle of light inscribed with symbols and words foreign to all assembled.

'A divine seal...' murmurs Ouroboros. 'He's clearly not going to go easy on us.'

'I, who awakened to the principles of Divinity and the Heavens, do now release the first seal on my form. I am Argention Astra.'

And with those words, the symbol shatters. Argention Astra (for one could never call him Camael in his current state) stands up tall, his weakness gone. Six silver wings, blindingly bright like miniature suns, flick out from his back.

'You aren't going to fully shift?' asks Huanglong, perplexed.

'If I did that, most of the continent would be destroyed from my sheer size, youngling,' Argention Astra replies. And with a flick of his wings, he speeds up into the air.

Magical circles of light manifest around Huanglong, yellow and brimming with power.

'Thou with a cold heart, know my anger and lamentation,' the yellow dragon roars. 'Draco Lacrimae!'

With a hiss of charging ozone the circles flare and spew forth a host of droplets like bullets, burning whatever they touch like acid.

Argention Astra merely pulls up short and snaps his fingers.

'Now gather before me,' he calls out clearly. 'Darian Ddraig!'

A shield of multicolored light presents itself to the oncoming acidic rain, and repels it, leaving the fiery tears to hiss and dissipate.

'Sing, sing death,' Huanglong shouts, rising higher. 'Ffromi Ddraig!'

With that, fire spins off of Huanglong's circles like a wave, and rushes down at the Dragon Spirit. Riding the waves are glimpses of horses made of flame, and riders bearing spears woven of heat.

'You really are desperate, if you think that has any hope...' murmurs Argention Astra. Another spell-circle appears for the Dragon King, aimed upward.

'Darkness of ice, spirit of snow, lend me your breath. Freeze them to a silence deeper than death,' he calmly chants, the conventional spell more than enough for his purposes. With a crackle the fire-wave dissipates as a wave of ice collides with it, neutralizing both.

'I tire of this,' murmurs Argention Astra, and he disappears, moving too fast for any to see. A moment later, he appears behind the Yellow Dragon Emperor, and with a mighty kick slams the great Oriental dragon into the ground.

'That... shouldn't be possible...' murmurs Ddraig Goch. 'A dragon in a sealed form defeating one in their true form, with a single kick?...'

'I think we're done here,' calls Argention Astra, and daintly folds his blinding wings away. The seal restored, he stumbles and falls, before Cardinal comes to help him into his wheelchair.

'I'll fight again tomorrow,' he calls with a sigh to the Emperors, and rolls away.