Private Finished Watch a Hater Hate Me

Broen grinned and went limp at the point of impact. Spikes from both sides, but one set was made of hardened steel and the other was... bone? Something like that. Whatever. It hurt like a bitch, for sure. Broen guessed he was... dented? inside. Probably not a good idea to turn back to normal for a bit.

But the important thing was, he had the bastard stuck on his spikes. Broen twisted the scales, hooking them in so that if Altizica wanted to pull away, he'd had to hurt himself more. Forming spikes on his knuckles, he started punching.

"That's right! Scream, bitch!" Broen laughed like a madman when Altizica pulled away. Then he saw the swing and his eyes widened.

Reflexively, he shifted. And Broen was no longer there. In his stead was a dragon, completely made of steel. He stood over 25 feet tall and nearly 45 feet long. Took up most of the arena, in fact.

Leaning his serpentine head towards Altizica, he let out a blast of frigid air at him.

Broen bared his fangs and swung his tail around to bat Altizica across the arena floor. The ice ball was roughly a cubic meter across, floating behind his head and about ready to use.

His voice came out deep and booming, a growl that echoed off of the metal in his throat.

"No matter how much of a big hotshot you are, there's always someone you're insignificant to. And here, that's me."

He wanted to roll his eyes, but that was harder as a dragon than he might have expected. "Cool. Phase two of the boss fight."

Broen felt his throat sticking to itself. He knew what this was. The ice he'd breathed was coating his throat. At least he had a counter for that. He unleashed another cone of fire at Altizica and immediately followed it up with a blast of cold.

Nearly two cubic feet of ice. Just a little more and he'd be ready. But he was pretty sure his leg was dented a bit from that hit earlier. He needed to keep Altizica away from him. He could always... well, that was an option for later. For now, Brown just kept alternating blasts of fire and ice to try and force his opponent to keep his distance.

Broen smirked and let out a laugh as Altizica teleported over to him. "Oh that's precious, coming from the bitch who had to call for Daddy to come help him. What's next? A Father-Son Kamehameha?"

And then Broen was gone. Not gone, actually, but two could play at this teleporting game. And Broen had another trick as well. He was tiny. Smaller than tiny. A cat sized dragon, suddenly behind Altizica and shotgunning him with fire and ice. And teleporting away when he turned to swing.

"Everyone's powers are my powers, you dumb cunt. That's my power. Being better than everyone at the things they do best."