Scene #2733: Dragon Brawl

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Smaug	To think such a gathering of feral dragons could exist in the Multiverse was possible had never occured to the dragon called Smaug. However, upon hearing of this place and its may reptilian inhabitants, there was but a single thought that crossed his mind. Such a gathering of wyrms would, no doubt, have hoards of their own. Hoards that such beasts simply did not deserve. What sort of pitiful creature would live among so many others? Surely one should have risen to dominate the entire flight, taken everything for itself-- ... That's a splendid idea! Feral as they all were, Smaug had decided that such a place could be bent to his will. With their lack of intellect how could they possibly defy him? They had numbers, of course, but they did not have the presence of mind to work with each other. They were a rabble of sorts upon which he would place his will. ... Unless the Union had something to say about it. When the large red wyrm surges across the rookery, roaring in challenge to all the beasts below, those the Union had put in place to protect their 'zone' would call out for aid. It had to be strange, hearing that a dragon was attacking the rookery, but then again, the multiverse was full of all kinds. The more interesting part was how they describe the invader as both attacking any that drew close, and actually -devouring- any treasure he could get close to. What? How do you think dragons transport all that treasure? By carrying it? come now...
Bahamut	Such a gathering of dragons was indeed impressive, but unfortunately for Smaug, he was not the only dragon who had taken notice of it. When he roars, it is only moments before another roar answers him. Then, from the Union lines comes another dragon. This one is gunmetal grey with vibrant colors along his feathered wings, and golden accents along his arms, legs, and head. A spinning gyro hovers over the back of his shoulders. He flies right toward Smaug, seeming unafraid of the larger wyrm. "Who are you, and what is your purpose here?" he calls out in a bellowing, rumbling voice. The grey dragon banks around to match Smaug's flight pattern. "I am Bahamut, King of the Spiran Dragons and Aeon of Bevelle."
Smaug	In truth, Smaug did not expect such a hasty reply, nor an intelligent one, from the creatures below. When this ... 'odd' specimen approaches the crimson wyrm, there's little in the way of manners being shown by Smaug. "My purpose is to show these feral beasts what a true dragon actually is! Some of these lesser creatures don't even have hoards to call their own, and those that do do not even bother to fight for what could make theirs even greater! They will either bow, or they will -break-!"
Bahamut	Bahamut snorts at Smaug's proclamation. "So, you are going to show them what a 'true' dragon is? They have already seen it. I am the truest and most noble of dragons." Bahamut looks Smaug over, then snorts again. "You wish to unify these dragons under you? These dragons do not follow a master. Many have tried, but most of these creatures are hardly better than feral beasts. Dragons who seek a hoarde are beyond their comprehension." Bahamut flexes his clawed hands. "And, this is Union territory. As you did not request permission and attacked the beasts, I can only assume you are not of the Union. Please leave this area."
Smaug	The red wyrm's eyes narrow at Bahamut's reply before snorting, loudly, at the word 'noble'. "You would rather use all the strength given to you to be something 'noble' than to take what you rightfully deserve? You are no dragon. Rather some sort of human, elf, or otherkind, draped in a false shroud," he counters, never having met, or seen, a 'good' dragon before. No such thing existed within Middle Earth, after all. "I do not recognize claims for this place the same way I do not recognize the claim of any of these pitiful beasts below believing that this place is theirs. I will take what I will, and you will -not- stop me." Yes. That is a challenge.
Bahamut	Bahamut rumbles heavily at Smaug's words. "And, what benefit does your hoarde bring you? None, I would imagine, other than perhaps a salve for the emptiness you feel inside. I use my strength to defend those that cannot defend themselves, and in defense of my allies. And I will not allow you to harm my lesser bretheren simply to fulfill your useless, greedy desires." Bahamut flies ahead and comes to a stop in front of Smaug. "I am Bahamut, and I have more right to call myself a dragon than you or any of your murderous cousins from the other worlds." Bahamut bears his fangs and talons, and electricity sparks between the sharp claws. "I will stop you, and you will learn what a true dragon can do." With that, Bahamut gestures toward Smaug and a lightning bolt shoots from the grey dragon's claws, aimed right toward the red wyrm. No dragon backs down from a challenge.
Smaug	None indeed! With the proverbial gauntlet thrown down, and the first strike sent his way, the airborn wyrm wings his way backward, the bolt glancing a shoulder, splitering a scale, but hardly leaving the creature worse for wear. The time for words had reached its end, and now only the carnage of a battle would be had by the dragon from the North. In reply to Bahamut's shocking assault, the dragon opposite of Bahamut wings forward, every sharpened bit brought to bear in a violent first assault against the dragon of Spira. Every claw and fang is tested against those scales, searching for any kind of weakness that could be present. It's hard to tell, however, if the attack is fueled by rage, or if such a weakness would be recognized by the 'angry' one.
Bahamut	Bahamut's armored hide is put to the test against those claws and fangs. Bahamut roars as dents and scratches appear all over him, but there does not seem to be a weak point in his armor. Bahamut answers with his own claws and fangs, meeting Smaug's strike by practically latching onto Smaug's underside and attempting to rend him asunder. Locked as they are, flight becomes difficult, and they start toward the ground with their claws and fangs striking sparks against each other.
Smaug	The ground is certainly becoming an issue as the pair tear into each other. While Smaug's claws may not find weakness with the Spiran Dragon's scales, Bahamut may be able to note the scars under his right shoulder. While scales are there, they are far weaker. The hide underneath would appear to have been clawed at mercilessly at some point in the past. Smaug's frenzied assault continues even as both plummet further. It is only with the ground barely a few dozen hards away that he has the sense to bring a clawed hand around, looking to land a massive swipe that will allow him to put distance between them. Enough for his wings to do the work needed to not be shattered to bits upon his forceful reunion with the ground. It may take all his limbs, but he certainly will not let that fall give his opponent an advantage.
Bahamut	Bahamut seems prepared to slam into the ground, but that swipe sends him spiraling off. He quickly balances and banks, landing on all fours on the ground and sliding a good distance, his claws digging furrows through the rock. Bahamut grins as he watches the other dragon, then he rises to his feet again and gestures toward Smaug. "Perhaps the bite of the cold within your heart will temper your greed." he says. There is a noticable drop in the tempurature around Smaug before ice quickly starts to form on him. The cold bites into him the way fire usually bites into other things, attempting to 'burn' him with sheer cold.
Smaug	The sudden drop in temperature gives the red dragon a moment's pause. A quick look around in confusion follows, one limb lifts from the ground as if to test the air itself, and once it all starts to 'burn' he quickly lunges into the air, sending a torrent of flame down both below him, with only a small amount of it reaching out for Bahamut's form. "For such a -noble- creature, you are quick to resort to the worst kind of tactics!" Calling Bahamut out for using ice, or magic in general, he doesn't specify.
Bahamut	Bahamut just chuckles at Smaug's taunt. "What is the worst kind of tactic?" he asks before bringing his arms and wings up to shield himself as the fire washes over him. It leaves Bahamut smoldering, but mostly unharmed. "Are we to claw and bite each other until one of us succumbs, like our feral bretheren? Surely a dragon such as you has more pride than that." he says. Despite that, Bahamut takes to the skies again, his broad wings bringing him quickly toward Smaug. "But, if you wish for such a contest of mere brute strength, then so be it!" He comes in like a falcon moving in to strike its prey, his arms and legs held out, their talons extended, ready to plunge into Smaug.
Smaug	"A true dragon would need nothing more! Not the pitiful tactics of creatures that are so much less than themselves!" Magic! Feh. Tricks of elves and other beings. Things no true dragon should ever need in a fight! As Bahamut closes from the air, he would find a much more potent cone of flame greeting him as he descends. The claws of his form would tear into the places they find, but Smaug's dragonfire is as potent as legends have told! It is no natural flame, that much is certain. It's only once the blast is expended that he finally wings back to, possibly, prepare another torrent.
Bahamut	The flames once again wash over Bahamut, and again he is left smoking, with a few corners of his armored skutes and a few feathers singed. "Judging otherworlders by the same standards as those of your own is both arrogant and ignorant. One of which might be appropriate for dragons, but the other is inexcusable." Bahamut's wings lift him again as Smaug pulls away, but if Smaug is challenging him to a match of fisticuffs, Bahamut is more than happy to oblige. He closes in again, right on Smaug's heels as the other flies. He closes in quickly, then spirals through the air as he passes, talons outstretched, attempting to rake Smaug a few times. "You aspire to be nothing more than what you are, a mindless beast! Nobility is holding oneself to a higher purpose while still remembering what you are!"
Smaug	A potent strike! It causes a roaring wince to escape the red dragon while he reels back in the air. "Your nobility will inherit you nothing! Those weak and feeble creatures you hold in such high regard will wither under your shadow as they use you as a crutch! You serve to make them weaker, nothing more!" Sure, he may only be familiar with Middle Earth, but there's no arguing with this dragon. In his mind, survival of the fittest is the rule, and nothing should ever break it. Speaking of breaking that rule, the defiant one that stands between the red and growing his hoard has become frustrating at best. As fire seems to be ineffective, another roar is set loose before he attempts to descend toward Bahamut. If he's able, he's going to drive the Spiran dragon into the ground!
Bahamut	Bahamut grins as Smaug roars. "Perhaps you are right. I may be their crutch as well as their shield, but I do inherit something from them. Their devotion. And, given time, they can become quite strong in their own right." Bahamut is hit by the diving Smaug, causing a large dent in one of his metallic plates, but he fights his way out of Smaug's grip and growls, climbing his way onto Smaug's back. "Your arrogance will gain you nothing but pain and suffering! Where will you go when your enemies gather against you, as has happened to so many other dragons?" As Bahamut speaks, he grips Smaug's shoulders and kicks against his wings, attempting to pin them down so Smaug will be forced into the ground himself. Of course, Bahamut leaps clear before he himself would be smashed.
Smaug	With the tables turned, Smaug finds himself between Bahamut and the ground. Unable to free himself, the dragon is forcefully reunited with the ground. Any pained roar is silenced by a sudden lack of air in his lungs. For the moment, it would seem, he's not moving.
Bahamut	Bahamut lands a short distance away from the cratered Smaug, then turns to face him, claws ready. Seeing that Smaug is not moving, Bahamut waits for a few moments then calls out, "Is that the end of our contest, then?" Bahamut chuckles. "I am not the defender of Spira in name only, after all. Do not feel ashamed to have lost to me."
Smaug	It takes a moment, but Smaug's claws grip the ground as he lifts himself. The impact to the ground causes him to shake his head, clearing the daze, before his gaze looks back toward the Spiran dragon. Eyes narrow again, "I will show you.." he rasps before his wings take him -away- from the Rookery. . . What could that have meant?
Bahamut	Bahamut's pride compels him to taunt Smaug as he flies away, but his nobility prevents him from doing so. He lets Smaug go, but does not relax until the other dragon is clear of the area. "...he still did not identify himself." Bahamut says, then chuckles to himself and shakes his head. His smile fades quickly, though. He does not relish the idea of slaying another dragon.