Winner Buys Lunch: Ankh vs Daenmor

Ankh trailed behind Daenmor as he lead through the twisting passageways until their arena was found at last. It was relatively large space, enough for her to amble on inside comfortably unlike most other indoor spaces. Its dimensions remind of one of the larger rooms in the pharaohs necropolis cept devoid reliefs and adornments. No the space here was far more spartan... a room space built with but single purpose in mind: unadulterated close combat. Her contestant: Daenmor Rhasseri.

"Why yes it is. Just enough room for me stretch my wings out for once." commented Ankh as she spreads both of wings. After a brief look she looks to Daenmor, whom has cast away his vestments to show off his bare musculature underneath. Her golden eyes catching the tapestry of scars, testaments of a life broiled with conflict, that adorn his skin as well as the inkmarked patterns as though paint on a canvas. They were ugly, twisted and gnarled but somehow beautiful in their own way. Oh how she wanted probe his mind on each affliction forced upon him but the time for talk was not now. Such questions will wait when Daenmor will pay for her meal. No was her for one thing and one thing only: sate her lust for battle that was unfulfilled for too long, she was here to fight a dragon.

"Yesss! Show me what it means to possess the strength of dragon! Expect no quarrel!" roared Anhk, tucking in wings and splaying her front paws as she readies to pounce. As Daemor cast away his human form, she watches eagerly as the man spouts white fur, protruding canines, and a scaly hide. The anticipation for real fight, a battle between equals, made her heart race in excitement! An excitement she hasn't felt in centuries!

Now faced with not a blue haired human but a white, saber-toothed wyvern Ankh could finally appreciate Daenmor's draconian form. Honestly she expected him to be bit bigger but even so, he was still a dragon and all the more dangerous for it.

He let out a deep roar, earning him a smirk from her. But before she could leap upon him, Daenmon was quick and moved quickly against her. As his claws reached out, Ankh could see the attack coming and pivoted her entire body to face him by the front. Though Daenmor missed his intended mark, claws and teeth managed to catch her left limb of her wing and left a feathery mess by their feet. Ankh yanked back her wing with yep of pain and though left Daenmor with a mouth full of feathers, the bald spot on her wing reveals that bit of flesh as torn off as well. Enough that would hamper on her ability to fly.

Ankh however was enraged to be concerned with such an injury, her thoughts went retaliation. In that moment she pulled back her wing, she raises her mighty front paw and unsheathes her razor sharp claws. Ankh brings down the paw like hammer blow against Daenmor's side, intending to lacerate hide and flesh.

After Ankh made her impact with her paw, Daenmor's tail struck her against the side of her head. The impact made the inside of her head ring loudly, the force behind was enough to send her golden helm flying off her scalp. As the helm landed off to the side of the arena, her straight raven hair and fuzzy lion ears are now laid bare and unadorned. She recoils back and shock her head to snap out of the daze. While it was quite a whollop, it would seem the helmet bore the brunt of the impact.

With Daenmor now in front of her, she kicked with her back legs to leap on top of Daenmor. Whist in air the lioness lets out a deep roar, stretching out her massive paws with the plan to hold and subdue the dragon with her body weight.

Ankh let out snort at Daenmor crass comment about her, especially considering the somewhat compromising position they both in now. Such rudeness against her should be answered back with a jab of her own now shouldn't it?

"How humorous, didn't take you for one whom was content with being on the bottom. Maybe thats where you belong." snided Ankh, giving her opponent a playful smirk before she latches on to him with all four of her muscular legs. Even as struggled under her, Ankh refused to let him slip away. She opens both of her wings and holds tight on her quarry as she lifts the two of them off the ground. Daenmor's weight and her prior injury on her wing made it difficult to lift both of them at once. The struggling didn't either as he kicked her in the gut.

When the two where about 10 or so feet off the ground, her massive wings folded in as she goes to slam Daenmor into the hard ground below him... assuming he doesn't kick her off as her grip on him falters during her aerial dive.

"Ooofff!" grunted Ankh as took the powerful kicks to her waist, the blow powerful to make her somersaulted in the air. Her plan to slam Daenmor onto the ground backfired as she was the one who fell on her back as Daenmor now has her pin under him. Defiantly putting on more of show than those manticores or dragon whelps in her previous combats.

"Ughh... have to admit, this is a bit of workout... far more than the usual whelps I've had the displeasure of driving off." huffed the sphinx as the tries to shove of the wyvern with all of her limbs,both legs and arms.