Titanomachia

Straga made his way to the appointed location for his next challenge in this Divine Right tournament. The previous night had been an interesting one, he'd won a single challenge against Evan. He was partnered with the wrong regalia though, something that bothered him to no end. They'd won that battle, but lost the war considering he and Evan were calling the shots. This next challenge would be a... nice cultural exchange. He'd told Evan, and sent a text to Tori as well.

The location was a fairly decently sized chunk of isolated beach. Destra and Straga would often come out here to spar. Others seemed to do the same as well. Duking it out here was easier than the pain of going through paperwork as well since Destra was a year off from entering the arena of his own volition. He growled, Destra had already arrived, fashionably early. And he'd brought friends, presumably his regalia, he knew he had partnered with quite a few.

Destra had arrived fashionably early with three of his six regalia along with him. The dark skinned man wearing a scowl, and partially wrapped in bandages was Aton. He'd granted Destra the ability to create sand golems via necromancy. Next to him was Phoebe, who was in fact as crazy as she looked. She'd given him the ability to match anyone's physical abilities. Finally, there was another dark skinned teenager. He looked to be about Destra's age, and bore a strong resemblence to Aton. That was Set, Aton's younger brother. The three of them were here to see Destra utilizing the abilities he'd been granted with efficiency.

The two of them vaguely acknowledged each other's presences as they waited for everyone else to arrive.

@Romi

"Because unlike you two, I've been at this longer. These are only half of my partners too," he shrugged. He looked at Cori and Tori... they could've done so much better. But he figured not everyone got good draws during the games. "I will say, they probably deserve better. "

Straga just gave Destra a look. The younger dragon smiled smugly back. Tori went to join her sister with a look of relief, then confusion at Evan's popcorn. Destra's regalia seemed to do similar, introducing themselves to the others and being reasonably friendly.

"Alright, now that our audience is here.. let's get started," Straga growled, moving away from the group. Destra followed after him.

The two dragons stopped and looked at each other questioningly. Then they looked at Cori... even more questioningly. Rules? What were rules? It wasn't like they were gonna kill each other. Straga just grunted and kept walking, he'd leave it to Destra to explain. "It's fine, we do this regularly. Not like you're gonna witness a murder. We fight until we can't fight anymore."

Destra's regalia all seemed strangely fine with this. He'd explained it to them beforehand. They were also used to his more aggressive tendencies. This was fine.

Tori on the other hand had some concerns. "But what if one of you gets badly hurt? Or you do actually kill each other."

"They said they do it regularly, I wouldn't worry too much about it," Set shrugged and pulled out his own popcorn bag and began to eat. Tori was still concerned to say the least

Meanwhile, the two dragons were off a ways rushing each other. The fight had started. Normally Destra would dodge out of Straga's way and counter attack but not this time. This time the younger dragon went in, halting Straga's approach. And this caught the older dragon off guard.

There was a growl followed by Straga asking the obvious, "What?"

There was no disputing that Straga was the stronger of the two physically, but the way they were matched up was like they were perfectly even. Straga wasn't wasting any words on it, but he caught on quickly. This must have been one of the new tricks he'd picked up. Destra was matching his strength and pushing back a little. This wouldn't be enough, he still had experience on his side, and it was showing as he pushed back more.

Destras regalia were watching with interest as the two went at it. Straga caught one of Destra's kicks and threw him back. Destra didn't eat sand as Straga had hoped. He recovered midair and floated there above the ground, sparking with his red lightning.

"Sheesh, I forgot he learned to fly," Aton muttered, shaking his head, stealing some of his brother's popcorn. Phoebe laughed, "He's off to a good start though. Look at him go."

Destra hurled several electro balls in Straga's general direction but not at Straga himself. The areas hit remained charged with the energy. Destra then flew in at his top speed to land a punch on Straga, knocking him off his feet.

He'd barely gotten to his feet and sprouted his wings when he felt something grab his ankle. There was a skeleton lying on the ground, grabbing him. When he looked around there were more rising from the sand, charged with lightning.

"He can perform mock necromancy, yes," Aton corrected her rolling his eyes. Tori just wasn't saying anything at all. The kid seemed more monstrous than his dad? Guardian? She wasn't quite sure what their exact relationship was. But it was clear this was the result of the tournament. He'd bonded with all these regalia which was admittedly impressive, but also terrifying. How many other people on this island had an array of skills like this.

"Oh honey... this is going to get so much worse," Phoebe said to Cori.

Straga snarled and kicked the skeleton off of him. He was going to smack that little shit out of the sky. There was a shrill cry, and then they all moved. They weren't shambling either, they were rushing him. The one that grabbed him was back up, and jumped on his back right as he lifted off. The others were moving to weigh him down. And then another whistle.

The skeleton on Straga's back exploded blasting him back to the ground. What the hell was this? What the fuck was this? Destra knew what was coming, he just grinned and detonated the rest of the skeletons right as Straga let out a thunderous roar and shifted into his full dragon form.

This was what Destra wanted. To hell with human forms, he was sick of him just beating him down. Destra shifted into his smaller form, and took right off into the air.

"Welp..." Set and Aton were the ones looking nervous now.

"Oh shit! Real fuckking dragon fight!" Phoebe grinned excitedly.