The Last Supper - FIGHT

[idolpro]

[ Attackers and attack targets are whisked off in pairs to their own part of the restaurant, just the two of them. Two enter, but only one may leave! ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It's fine. It's fine. That fucking hurts. It's fine. What's one arm when he has three more?

Unfurling his wings to their full wingspan, Intensity leaps into the air, hoping that the teeth embedded deep in his arm means that Maki is going for a ride with him]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She does, but... it doesn't really seem like gravity has a lot of hold on her in the first place. She also just bites a chunk out of his arm as she swings up to get her claws into his neck instead.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[. . .Shit.

He whips his tails forward, trying to catch one of her arms before it reaches his neck. (Not much to be done about the other claw at the moment except hope his scales are tough enough to absorb most of the damage). And speaking of necks, his arcs forward trying to snap at her shoulder, those damn fucking red ribbon things, ... anything really.

Fuck off. He's not going to be an easy kill for you, Little Miss Ultimate Assassin]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She's more worried about the teeth, and she redirects her swing so his teeth sink only into the tails of the ribbons. Then a clawed foot(?) rises to kick him firmly in the jaw to pull the tails free.

It at least thoroughly diverts her attack on his neck, and his tail swipes the edge of her arm as she withdraws, hovering now.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The halo on Intensity's dragon form starts to glow and pulse with crackles of white energy when Maki withdraws. He pulls slightly back as well, wings arching and jaws opening wide.

Yep.

That sure is a charge-up attack coming in 5... 4...]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Five seconds is far too many seconds to expect her to hold still, and she almost blinks out of sight as she circles around him.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Cuts off the attack abruptly, lashing his tail out to try and hit her even though he has no idea where the fuck she went]

[rollplayinghouse]

[That tail is annoying. Instead of trying to dodge it this time, she moves nearer to him and along with the movement, getting close enough to touch, the spikes piercing her, although the red ribbons shield her body from the worst of it.

Then both her hands sink into his tail and she tears it off like she's ripping paper.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Congratulations, Maki. If this was a Monster Hunter game, you probably would have got the last drop you needed to complete your Blue Eyes White Dragon armor set.

Intensity shrieks in pain, but instead of shrinking away he twists to face her (movements awkward due to being unbalanced because he's missing his fucking tail). And then he lunges forward to snap at her neck with his teeth]

[rollplayinghouse]

[In this game, though, she has to find another use for it.

She withdraws only slightly, the severed end of his tail still in her hand, and she swings it up in front of her to block his bite.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Teeth clamp into his own flesh, but Intensity continues lunging forward. Fine. You want to play that way? What if he just battering rams her into the opposite wall?]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her back slams against the wall and makes a strangely hollow sound. But given that his teeth are at least occupied, she takes the opportunity to reach out to sink the claws of both hands in on opposite sides of his jaw.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Fuck. Fuck. His attempts to either drop the tail or free his jaw are severely hampered by the claws embedded in either side of his face.

Not good. Not good. Not with her own mouth so close.

In a frantic attempt to free himself, he uses his one good forearm to claw at her chest]

[rollplayinghouse]

[There's not much she can do about that from this position, so his claws rake across her chest, a strangled, high-pitched noise escaping her mouth and red threads leaking from the wounds.

What she can do is draw her claws down further, sinking down into his neck, and then lean in to bite into the open wound.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity doesn't even get a chance to scream as his jaw (and soon to be vocal cords) are torn and non-functional. And there's not a fucking thing he can do to dodge her teeth at this close range.

So.

He makes one last ditch effort to rip out her heart before he gets his neck torn out]

[rollplayinghouse]

[His claws sink into her chest, but if there's a heart in this body, it's certainly not where you would expect it to be.

Meanwhile, she swallows down a chunk of flesh before ducking her head back down to tear deeper into his neck.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[W E L L

Once he realizes she doesn't have a heart...

He stops clawing at her, resting his talons over the "flesh" of where her heart would have been.

And then he stops moving all together after the sickening crack where her next bite breaks the bones supporting his neck (and most of his vital arteries)]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Once she's sure he's dead, she pauses, teeth still embedded in his neck, still other than a slight tremble which shows in the movement of her ribbons.

But she can't actually bear to stay that way very long, not when she needs to eat so badly and she actually has him in her mouth. So then she swallows, and bites him again. And again, her whole head splitting open wide to take him in.]