[004] Infighting; fun for the whole family!

[thebestfirstimpression]

Character(s): Guzma and Janrha
Setting: The Eastern Border of Emptiness
Content: Worksafe.
Summary: Continued from Guzma and Janrha are getting stuck in. It is not going to go well for him. Or anyone, really.
Status: Complete.

Guzma may have been a blusterer, a jackass, and about as reckless as they come, but he was no fool. What's more, he had that street rat instinct that told him when shit was about to go south. That inner alarm had blared like a foghorn playing through a megaphone when Janrha had borne down on him like a freight train made of the word "kill." Someone like that wasn't aiming to play, and certainly wasn't aiming to play fair.

So, he'd responded in kind. As Janrha's fluid movement easily evaded the arthropod's assault, the skull boss stood motionless while the arrow traveled toward him. He might've been able to dodge an arrow from a less lethal combatant, but fortunately such a maneuver was unneeded. As the cold-laden bolt neared Guzma's surprisingly aged face, it suddenly ceased, as if the air itself had plucked it out of its trajectory. A crooked smirk crossed the tracksuit tyrant as a wisp in the air sheared the arrow in two.

It came into a full view for just a moment, a dull gilded sharpness that shimmered before it entered a spectral haze again.

"Ya boy Guzma ain't no moron, chickadee." He sighed in faux exasperation, running his hands through the dirty marshmallow of his hair, the bags under his eyes growing as he closed them. Then, his face reoriented itself, the smirk coming back double.
"You ain't gonna hit shit with my boys backin' me up. Best get with it."

Then, he snapped his fingers, the surprisingly loud crackle sounding throughout the choked silence of the empty cityscape all around. As he did, a torpedo of black and blue seared down from the sky, bearing down on Janrha as Golisopod prepared for another round.

"BEAT DOWN, GUZZY JR!"

"TEAR HER ASS APART!"

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[dragonbornjhanra]

Unafraid and slightly amused with bow in hand, Jhanra stood steadfastly and watched the development of her arrow being sundered from the air by some manner of summoned monstrosity. This young man may have some kind of tactical mind after all, although she hardly felt the need to give him any generous merit in her mind for such a simple decision.

She drew her swords, one in each hand as the monsters came forth, prepared the strike them down as they approached. The two larger ones were very quick, but she could keep up. It would take no more than four or five sword strikes to fell them each if that.

She breathed. Her next shout would be ready when she needed it.

Tearing them apart is exactly what she would do.

The one coming from the sky was some sort of dragon, of this she was sure. However, it also appeared to be some kind of animal, not a being one would expect to have an immortal soul. She withheld Dragon Rend for a better option, as it was coming down to earth either way.
As it closed within 10 feet of her, she let forth her voice.

"FUS-RO-DAH!"

As it bore down on her, she blunted it's assault directly with her Unrelenting Force, which would send it careening into the ground. It would surely recover after the impact, but not without injury, and not without giving a few moments needed to kill the other monster.

As for the insect, she did several swipes of her own aimed at its central mass. He first strikes weakened the limbs before she intended to send Dawnbbeaker, with its super-heated blade, straight through the chest plate of the exoskeleton. She grunted ferociously as she dispatched it, kicking its body away as she finished impaling it multiple times.

She turned the face the beast in the crater, waiting for it to strike so she could avoid the blow and end it with her blade to its neck.

[thebestfirstimpression]

The sizable dark-scaled dragon barked in fury and confusion as his trajectory was tossed about like a dead leaf in a fierce updraft, careening into the ground with a massive impact that shook the earth. But the draconic beast was not defeated, and as he dug itself out of the smoldering mass of scuffed-up ground it had been caught in, he watched as his teammate, the Golisopd was sheared apart like finely-priced ribbons, the savage assaults not even leaving the minuscule time its innate exiting ability would've required. Only the telltale red gleam of the pokeball's retrieval mechanism saved the creature from a permanent fate at the hands of black-clad warrior.

The Charizard roared its challenge, but before he could charge and avenge his fallen comrade, he was called back with a shout from his trainer.

The tracksuit-wearing thug knew when to hold 'em, and knew when to kick over the table and say "fuck it." He had counted on a considerable things, but 'being able to bitch slap a half-ton dragon out of the air with a harsh tone of voice' was not among them. Using the spectral half-sword half-shield as cover for his heated retreat, Guzma hopped on Beat Down's back, giving Janrha a crisp salute.

"Welp, it's been fun, my incredibly violent chickadee, yaboy Guzma knows when to pick 'em. See ya." With that, he surged into the sky, aiming to get as far away from the shouty freight train as possible.

[dragonbornjhanra]

Retreating like a fool? This would not suffice.

"We have been summoned here to fight, and you will fight me!"

Jhanra summoned all her fury into her next three words.

"STRUN BAH QO!"

Far above her swirled dark clouds as they suddenly appeared into existence. The bright, slightly overcast day turned to a storm as more clouds gathered. Whatever this place surely did not have lightning to match Skyrim's, but it would do the trick. As Guzma made his leave the storm gaze chase, thunder rippling across the sky with clear intent. It wasn't long before the bolts of lightning would begin to reign.

With the newly created storm raging, Jhanra once again drew her bow and set about hitting the moving target. She let fly three arrows, one at a time, carefully measured. She was sure at least one of them should land on the creature's wings, as intended.

[thebestfirstimpression]

A constant chorus of obscenities trailed after Guzma through the darkened smog, flying through as quickly as possible, not even thinking about the possibility of stopping or flying low.

Three lethally accurate lines found the skull boss's path through the thunderclouds, aiming to pump him full of a few holes. Guzma's teeth grit and he closed his eyes in acceptance, but he needn't have wondered. The spectral steel appeared once again, and the bolts were torn apart like cobwebs in a windstorm.

Keeping his head low and pledging loyalty to every god or equivalent he ever heard of, Guzma absconded through the storm, fleeing to the nearby mountaintops.

[dragonbornjhanra]

Watching Guzma flee before her eyes, Jhanra split the sky with her final words to her quarry. It was an echoing shout, much louder than her previous shouts, and could be heard for miles.

VAKUN-AH-YAH-FOLOOK-UNSLAAD! I WILL BE THE MONSTER THAT HAUNTS YOUR DREAMS, COWARD!