Winner Buys Lunch: Ankh vs Daenmor

"Maybe after this bout I would consider it." growled Ankh, unsure if this this was a taunt or another innuendo by Daenmor. Either way she wanted this dragon to give it is all. He has a girl he needs to satisfy after all. "Assuming I don't... break you first!"

As Ankh threw her opponent off, she couldn't help but think how light they where. At first she though herself having unlocked some sort of great strength but it was only when she sees thats Daenmor had transformed into something half human, half dragon that her initial confusion was answered.

"Well, isn't that neat trick. When you said that you where planning to give me real workout this wasn't what I was expecting. I thought you were going to give this your all? Or are you but trying to disappointment me?" taunted Ankh as she rolls herself back on her feet. Though a little disappointed by the change this form he was still powerful looking. As she eyes up her opponent, getting a good judge on them, she paces back and forth. Once she was through her studying him with her eyes, she suddenly charges forward in quick burst of speed and comes at him with clutch fist in her right hand as she goes to slug him right in the face.

With a mighty punch she able able to hit Daenmor with such force that one of his canines snapped as though it was but a stick. The snapping of tooth was almost sounded it was but a stick. Had that been any common foe the fight would have ended right there the grievous injury healed before her very eyes. Before she could pull it back, the saber-tooth dragon clamp hard on her hand and Ankh let out a roar of pain.

"Rwahhooooo! Ghaaa... grrraahhh!"

Ankh pull but the dragon had her fist with a vice-like grip between his teeth. Grunting with plan but refusing to relent, she her other free hand grap onto one of Daemor's over sized fangs and force his mouth open so that she may bring her hand to herself.

Ankh struggled pry her hand free. First she tried to wrestle the limb free by holding his tusk hostage but unable to manipulate the denture in a way for force his mouth open, she took a more direct approach by grabbing hold of his lower jaw. Once she had her firm grip between the open spaces she pulled forcefully down until bent the jaw far enough to finally slip her hands free. She was unsure if she broke the dragon's jaw but from how far she bent that jaw it would not have surprised her if she popped his jaw out of position.

With her hand now free she leaps backwards, using her wings to stir put a strong gust of wind as well as propelling back a few extra feet away. Her efforts to free her hand where not without cost it seems as it was only now she could she the stinging cuts across both of her shoulders when she pulled herself away.She couldn't help but stare in fascination of seeing herself bleed... when was the last time she saw blood oozing forth from her skin? Decades... maybe even centuries now that she thinks of it.

Ankh takes a moment to lick the cuts on her right shoulder, much like how a cat would like an injury. She eyes her injured right hand which looks equally bloodied... having suffered the most damage. She found herself unable to open or close it with incurring pain... in fact her whole arm seemed to shake now that she was finally registering the pain. In fact her whole body hurt from the bruises and numerous cuts that as the two violently spared with one other.

"Ahhrghh... damn... you made me bleed. Credit where credit is do that was feat that few can claim." spoke up Ankh, tucking her bloodied hand close to her stomach while she looked at her opponent whom seemed... mostly unscathed.

Had that been anyone lesser she would have scoffed for such vulgar advances... with Daenmor though, hot damn that was the sexiest thing she heard in gods know how many centuries... maybe ever. Maybe it was was the blood loss, the ecstasy of combat, or the rugged appeal of dragon whom she could call an equal that made her swoon for this man. This was one of the best fights she ever had in her existence and Daenmor was of the same mind. But she was as Daenmor stated, a proper lady so she had to play the part somewhat.

"Oh that I am and take compliment to your ways of charming me... even if they are vulgar way to go about it." replied Ankh, bringing her bloodied finger her lips with playful tease as she ogles amorous with her eyes. She winces at the sharp pain of raising her hand as she tried to be sexy and it was at the moment that Daenmor choose to leap upon. She was caught off guard by the looming shadow now over her but she still had some time to raise her left arm to shield her while the rest of her body braced for the impact.

As Daenmor crashed into her in his full dragon form, two slid to the very far back of the sparring arena. Her left forearm managed to catch under his saber tusk and pushed away his head while their chest pressed against on another like two butting rams. In an attempt to gain some leverage, Ankh lifts herself on her two back feet while her front two paws wrap around on on the dragon's waist with her claws digging in his thick hide. At the same time, she tried to wrap her one good arm around Daenmor elongated neck into headlock in her effort to gain more control over her combatant.

Just as she had finally wrestled control over Daenmor, she could feel her grip over him loosen. Somehow he was slipping from her grip and it was only when she witnessed him getting small that she realized he shrunk. Such deceptive cunning to slip past her brute strength... she was in part both mad and impressed by the stellar maneuver.

Ankh attempted grab Daenmor as he slipped under here but proved too evasive as he landed on back. She looked back with scowl on her face as she tried to buck Daenmor off. The wyverns transformation was sudden as returned to his draconic form his mass weighed on her. With what strength she has she tries and tries to throw the dragon off o her back but she found herself growing weak from standing. Her weary legs slowly gave way as she laid on the floor with a dragon still on her back clawing away. She tried use her wings perhaps throw him off but she lacked the power even push herself up, let alone a fully grown wyvern.

"Fuck! Gods damn you!" cursed the sphinx as she tries to reach back, trying to grab anything, in a final last ditch effort to throw Daenmor off. She was proud sphinx and she refused to be defeated by being... sat upon!