There's blood on the crown

For her part, Fweiu was ready for this to be done with.

She entered the arena in human form, wearing her typical workout clothes. A sleeveless top, a pair of leggings. She already had ice made and ready to use, hanging around her in a cloud of crystals that glimmered in the light of the stadium. The crowd seemed to find it impressive. Fweiu found them annoying. The announcer was even worse; they didn't even come close to pronouncing her name right. She could tolerate that from most who were not of her people, but this person's entire job was to announce things about combatants.

She was doing this for Daenmor's benefit, and she couldn't stress that enough. Daenmor wouldn't accept her olive branch. As she saw it, from the way he acted around her, and the way he treated her when they met, there was nothing that he would accept from her but her blood, shed by his fangs and his claws. Giving Daenmor this opportunity was generous of her. And doing it on his terms, in this blasted place? Downright magnanimous.

If this whole ordeal didn't help set Daenmor straight...

"Of course I know," Fweiu told him. She didn't get the chance to expand on that.

As Daenmor launched himself towards her, part of the icy cloud would condense, becoming a jagged and unnaturally hard chunk of ice. It flew to meet his leg and block the kick. At the same time, Fweiu partially transformed, becoming larger and scalier and bulkier in a split second. Much like Daenmor himself had done.

She would counterattack while he was off-balance, springing forward with a vicious series of elbows and punches.

Fweiu tuned out what Daenmor was saying at this point to focus on the fight. She already knew what she needed to do to fix this. The fight was just part of the process, not the entire solution in itself. She wouldn't let him join the clan as he was now. He had too much bad blood with all of them. He held himself as an enemy of theirs, not a family member.

She had fought partial shifters before; she was ready for him to go low with his tail. She hadn't quite expected it to come from between his legs though, or quite so fast. The tail found its mark, but Fweiu wasn't about to let him capitalize on that for free. Several jagged blocks of ice would fly towards his head hopefully forcing him to block or avoid them instead of attacking. At the same time, she reached down to try to grab that tail and pull if off her ankle. If she could control his tail, she would be the one pulling him off balance.

She hurled herself out of the way, diving and rolling much farther and faster than a human could have managed. At the end of the roll, she would change.

The most common partial-shifted forms one sees on the island tend tend to be mostly humanoid and human-sized. But for many of the partial shifters in the Akt'anir community, their favorite kinds of shifting sometimes start from a dragon form and become more human from there. For example, giving oneself opposable thumbs, or shifting away one's wings to better fit in a tight space, or becoming bipedal to have an easier time picking something up. This kind of shifting could even be useful in a fight, sometimes.

Fweiu looked like a 9-meter tall version of a Pacific Rim monster. While still bipedal, she was slouching forward a little, and her face and body looked almost entirely inhuman. She charged him.

Fweiu wasn't going for the neck, which was a miscalculation on her part. That really fucking hurt. Stupid snaky wyvern necks.

She dug her claws into his wing and the back of his neck, and started ramming a knee into Daenmor's chest. If she kept doing that, she was sure she would feel a crunch or two. At the same time, the ice from earlier would be back, changing shape, trying to encase part of Daen's neck and pull his mouth off of her.

The crowd cheered at the carnage, and the two's impressive displays of power. It pissed Fweiu off.