Chapter 915: Kaijin vs. ???
‘Alright, what am I staring at exactly?’
=We have an inkling, but we need data.=
<=Combat data.=>
[We didn’t provide enough?,] Blazejudicator interjected.[The old sport and me exchanged over a thousand blows against that baboon of a buffoon!]
<=Nope, also terrible wordplay.=>
[Fuck you.]
[ME FIRST!]
[What the hell?]
[You know what I meant!]
[Too late, I’m already engaging.]
[Fuck! How am I slower than a mammoth?!]
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Oh, why the hell is the script writing itself now?! And how is it doing all this while on fire?
|I think it has to do something with the sheer amount of dragon force and [Chaos] colliding with one another. That or because of crossover shenanigans…either way I got an extinguisher.|
Hallelujah.
|Let me just…| SPLAT |Uh oh.|
Should…should we be more worried about it being stuck to the wall now, or the fact that the fire is somehow burning away the extinguisher foam?
*Bing-Bong*
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The ball of burning black flames kept going for a couple more moments before finally dying away and revealing to the world something…someone…new.
“Oo…huh?”
From the embers appeared a humanoid monster that appeared to be the perfect mix of monkey and dragon.
Bloodred fur, a fierce visage with reptilian eyes, scales as black as obsidian, a pair of robust wings and a tail that looked strong enough to pierce through steel and the poor fleshbag behind it.
The newly minted #+&(#; Monkey could only admire their new power and form for a few moments before having to enter conflict once more.
[Bring it on!]
The bringer of that conflict being none other than Frosttusk, the coldest of the kaijin.
The mammothine viking kaijin came in with a surprising amount of speed on to the (_($(_; Monkey’s position, making it clear that he wasn’t here to play games.
[Arctic Smash!]
Upon getting close enough to be in striking distance though, Frosttusk proceeded to empower his trunk and swing it hard in the direction of the monkey.
Ice aether rapidly empowered his nose and caused a giant morningstar head of ice to develop around the tip, turning what was originally gonna be the equivalent of a heavy punch to the face to a flail strike.
That is, if the attack makes contact.
“OOK!”
In retaliation to the incoming strike, the +_(;#;_ Monkey opted to throw a kick at the incoming morningstar made of ice, as opposed to attacking Frosttusk’s exposed body.
Frosttusk’s method of attack had left his torso wide open to the point that the ?#(&;!_ Monkey had this suspicious feeling in his gut. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he sensed that if he touched Frosttusk directly, his hand would be frozen solid.
CRACK!
Which is why he opted to destroy something that felt less ominous but still leveraged an opening…or so he thought.
After kicking upward, the &;#(+$ Monkey attempted to follow up by using his tail for a spinning strike to knock Frosttusk by the side of his head.
On anyone else, this attack would’ve knocked their head clean off like an executioner’s axe. On someone like Frosttusk, who was a walking hunk of metal, it caused a heavy gonging sound.
At the exact same time this attack was happening, Frosttusk retaliated with a haymaker punch that was aimed at the )$+&!$! Monkey’s lower extremities, but ended up punching the monkey’s stomach instead.
Neither side was left uninjured by this exchange of blows, but there was now space for either a follow-up or a tag out.
In the monkey’s case, they decided it was smarter to make use of their wings and create some airspace distance, under the assumption that Frosttusk couldn’t fly, or at least not well.
…
[Ow…tail to the face…felt like getting whipped with a belt…why did I ever miss the sensation of pain?]
[Ouch.]
[It sounded unpleasant.]
‘Descriptive.’
[Also, not sure why, but I feel like ramming my fist down his throat.]
‘The fuck?’
[Does this mean I should keep fighting at about the same intensity or amp up the violence.]
=Actually…looks like you’ll need to tag out. Not sure how or why, but the data you collected has reached some kind of…limit.=
‘What? How?’
[MINE! THIS FIGHT IS MINE, MAESTRO]
[I…well, she is a better flier than I am…]
‘Mature.’
[Thank you.]
[TIME FOR A REDEMPTION ROUND AGAINST A PROPER DRAGON-BLOODED BASTARD. THIS TIME WITHOUT ANY AWKWARD SEXUAL TENSION!]
‘Was…was that a dig at me?’
…
“Oooo…ook?”
After disengaging from the close quarters combat with Frosttusk, the ****** Monkey was preparing itself to hit even harder than last time. Perhaps it was due to his sudden evolution, but he had realized that after that initial attack, that his blows could use a little bit more weight to them…in this situation, at least.
However, much to his surprise, Frosttusk had retreated from the battlefield entirely. This sudden change in aggressiveness threw the ****** Monkey for a loop, but not enough to not notice a sudden change in the atmosphere.
The smell of ozone began to tickle his nose, just as the hairs on his
[THINK FAST, PENDEJO! RAIL STINGER!]
“Ook!”
With barely even a notice, Hurricroak sent herself barreling towards the ****** Monkey while using the [Hornet] portions of her innate abilities. She had manifested them in such a way that one of her legs had turned into a giant hornet’s stinger, while a pair of hornet wings kept her aloft and helped maneuver in the air.
Which is why, even after she had missed the initial strike with her giant stinger-like leg, she had managed to reorientate herself in such a manner that allowed her to go for another couple of passes.
Unfortunately, none of these attacks had actually managed to hit the mark.
‘How is this monkey faster than lightning?,’ Hurricroak thought to herself at some point during her continuous runs back and forth.
Everytime she had managed to get close, she was only able to ever leave a glancing blow against the ***** Monkey’s skin and scales. She didn’t want to think it was messing with her, but that was the feeling that she was getting.
A feeling that was getting on her nerves.
‘Alright, fuck it. Let’s change up the tempo!’
Once again, Hurricroak threw herself at the ***** Monkey in such a manner that made it painfully obvious that she was aiming to impale its head with her stinger leg. However, when the ***** Monkey opted to dodge once more, Hurricroak did something unexpected.
About halfway through her run, she abruptly ditched her wings, converted her arms into giant crab claws and grew a crab-like armored coating.
The sudden change in both shape and weight caught the **** Monkey by surprise, as Hurricroak had effectively forced herself to fall in the exact direction that he was trying to dodge towards. This in turn, gave her an opportunity to latch on to one of his limbs.
“Ookie?!”
[Gotcha bitch! Double vice!]
Using the momentum of the ***** Monkey’s attempt to break free from the vice grip, Hurricroak managed to sink her other claw into another part of his body.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t reach the parts that was keeping him airborne.
Not that it really matter because she just needed to be in close contact.
[Shock Palm!]
BZZZZZT!
With her claws firmly gripped into the flesh of the ***** Monkey, Hurricroak proceeded to circulate her aether so that millions upon millions of volts of electricity coursed into the her opponent. She had essentially turned herself and the ******* Monkey into an organic circuit of pain.
[BAHAHAHAHA! SUCK IT, BITCH!]
…
[Bam! Looks like I got this wrapped up before the finale, baby! You think he’ll still be conscious enough for encore?]
[Nice job!]
[You got em on the ropes!]
‘Damn, that does not sound pleasant.’
[Looks like we don’t need to collect anymore data then, yeah?]
<=We wouldn't be so sure about that.=>
[Huh?]
=It’s electrical resistance is increasing by the second.=
[Oh, balls.]
…
Unfortunately for her, this moment of victory was gonna be a little short-lived.
Despite having enough electricity to barbecue and elephant coursing through his body, the S**** Monkey managed to eventually overcome the immense pain being inflicted on every nerve on its body.
Did it suddenly mutate in such a way that allowed it to ignore the electricity?
No.
Did it figure out a new, more effective, means of leveraging it’s dragon force to mitigate and possibly absorb the damage?
No.
Instead, it overcame the pain, the lighting and the [FROGGY BITCH], by relying on thing, one innate feeling.
Pure [Wrath].
“GROOA!”
[Oh fuck.]
Releasing a cry that sounded like a mix of a dragon’s roar and a monkey’s cry, the S***N Monkey proceeded to flex his muscles hard enough to quite literally wrench open Hurricroak’s claws.
Needless to say, an appropriate form of retaliation swiftly followed after this moment.
