It's exceptionally difficult to do damage to a being like Morningstar, within her own domain - but that doesn't mean an attack can't fucking sting. Like stepping on a tack, the silver sword pricks into her massive foot, that silver burning deep. She could have plowed her way through it, however, if it hadn't been for that beam of light and that black hellfire scorching the pads of her other foot.
It sends her stumbling back, swearing, one of her feet sinking into the pool of lava as she tries to right herself. Lava doesn't hurt her, of course, but the difference in level between one foot and the other sends her off balance - her massive steps will shake the ground. It takes her a few moments to set herself right, and the fury is palpable. Wings flaring even brighter, she makes a movement to charge back towards them - but as it turns out, she's too late.
It's in that moment that a massive black form swoops in through the crater-like opening of the room, screeching, its gargantuan wings dwarfing even Morningstar's true form in size. It's jaws have locked around her throat before she even has a chance to roar, the power of the beast's wings enough to send a violent flood of wind through the room, hauling the demon up into the air. It takes a few moments to make sense of what is being seen, but... is that a fucking dragon?
Morningstar manages to return the grapple in mid air as she takes flight, hissing out words of bitter satisfaction, blood pouring down her body like crimson lava.
"Finally, you challenge me face to face!" she says, digging her claws into the dragon's side. The dragon's wings beat again, sending out another roar of wind. Lines of orange light move up its wings in patterns, gradually shifting to a vibrant green.
"Careful what you wish for," the dragon growls, and the two of them plunge into the depths of the lava pool, savaging each other with their claws as they fall.
For a moment things are quiet. It will stretch into second, up towards a minute, the lava occasionally bubbling with the force of their struggle. Until, finally, it all stops.
The Elders are too shocked to act in the meantime, still fended off by the light. After about a minute and a half, the winner will emerge, their dark shape emerging through the lava, the molten liquid dripping down its black, shining scales.
The dragon will heave out a staggered breath, green fire licking its massive fangs. Within its jaws is the ravaged, grotesque form of a demon-sized heart.
A few moments later, the dragon will swallow it whole.
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It sends her stumbling back, swearing, one of her feet sinking into the pool of lava as she tries to right herself. Lava doesn't hurt her, of course, but the difference in level between one foot and the other sends her off balance - her massive steps will shake the ground. It takes her a few moments to set herself right, and the fury is palpable. Wings flaring even brighter, she makes a movement to charge back towards them - but as it turns out, she's too late.
It's in that moment that a massive black form swoops in through the crater-like opening of the room, screeching, its gargantuan wings dwarfing even Morningstar's true form in size. It's jaws have locked around her throat before she even has a chance to roar, the power of the beast's wings enough to send a violent flood of wind through the room, hauling the demon up into the air. It takes a few moments to make sense of what is being seen, but... is that a fucking dragon?
Morningstar manages to return the grapple in mid air as she takes flight, hissing out words of bitter satisfaction, blood pouring down her body like crimson lava.
"Finally, you challenge me face to face!" she says, digging her claws into the dragon's side. The dragon's wings beat again, sending out another roar of wind. Lines of orange light move up its wings in patterns, gradually shifting to a vibrant green.
"Careful what you wish for," the dragon growls, and the two of them plunge into the depths of the lava pool, savaging each other with their claws as they fall.
For a moment things are quiet. It will stretch into second, up towards a minute, the lava occasionally bubbling with the force of their struggle. Until, finally, it all stops.
The Elders are too shocked to act in the meantime, still fended off by the light. After about a minute and a half, the winner will emerge, their dark shape emerging through the lava, the molten liquid dripping down its black, shining scales.
The dragon will heave out a staggered breath, green fire licking its massive fangs. Within its jaws is the ravaged, grotesque form of a demon-sized heart.
A few moments later, the dragon will swallow it whole.