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1 V 1 Match (Warren Lyell VS. Tharraleos!)

Zeev

thinking is itself struggle
#1
Warren sat alone in the cold of this... fortress of sorts, a deep underground complex built upon concrete and steel, onced owned by NATO, then S.T.R.I.C.E. this placed was long dead but perhaps contained something he desired from awhile ago before things went to hell, he sat in the middle of a large open area, the floor was concrete and he had a small pile of sorts where he burned a fire of sticks and bits of wood, no snow was done here this deep in the complex, but any little flakes in the air and old could bee seen just cause of moisture.

He had all his weapons on his back or tow his side or belt, knife strapped to the front of his Carbon Nano Armor, Baton to the side, gauntlet was attacked to his forearm and folded, his Spas-12 and M4 lay strapped to his back and MP5 to the floor on his side, he was well armed but that's what you had to do when people were after you... be well armed and look over your shoulder. his eyes but were blue glints behind his face scarf that even covered his snout, his eyes peering and watching the darkness around him... he wasn't sure what was left in this place or what moved in but he needed to always be alert, while a faint blue light filled many exits, this main open area filled with rows of pillars was nearly pitch black besides the fire he burned at the center of the darkness to cook on.

his breath shown true in the air as a puff and he would lower his scarf from time to time and nimble off a piece of meat which roasted over the fire, like chicken or some kinda animal leg, something he probably hunted earlier that day in the frosty European forest.
 

Gryphtaur

Junior Member
#3
In another portion of the establishment not far away, another figure wandered about through a narrow corridor. Dark claws of gold taloned feet scaped along the steely surface with each heavy step. Tawny brown fur covered the rest of him, though the head was more avian much like the lower half of his legs. A white plumaged noggin rested 6 and three quarters feet above the ground and complimented with a curved, bright gold beak. The usual yellow of his eyes took on a green hue as his optics adapted to the low lighting. Draped along his backside not unlike a cape were a set of folded wings with feathers pitch as the night sky. With this combination of raptor and feline traits, one could denote he was a creature of legend known as a Griffin. Although with various frills, webbed skin and russet scales along his midsection, he hailed from a sort of aquatic subspecies.

Such would be true for the warrior designated Tharraleos. Born of the Aerasginero, these combat hunters were bipedal Griffins with mastery of land, air and see. Much like others of his kind, not only could his battle prowess increase in the midst of a skirmish, but the humanoid guise seen currently was only a suppressed state. Should his own capable strength fail to suffice, the quadruped monstrosity he naturally was could be unleashed. And if this beast wasn't vastly powerful on his own, some deranged mage bestowed him an affinity for pride centuries ago to service him as a slave. While he himself was only physically armed with the inherent tools of claw and beak, this semi-sentient construct of sin dwelling within could arm the hybrid with over a dozen varying armaments. This was if internal reserves of power were stockpiled and maintained, and Tharr had enough admiration of himself to fuel the essence plenty.

On this day, the heraldic hybrid was on his usual routine of aimless wandering. For nearly a millennia the combatant had existed and his passion to travel the globe never faltered. With the world perpetually changing, it always felt there was something new to learn. As robust as his physical prowess was, his mental potency was perhaps even more vast. But as he drifted about in his own thoughts, he abruptly came to a halt. As an apex predator, he was all too familiar with the lingering feeling he wasn't quite alone. It nipped at the hairs on the back of his neck and oftentimes he couldn't help but feel paranoid. Though from what precious experiences have brought, this wasn't without reason. Tharraleos momentarily stood motionless, array of senses on high alert to help discern his distant surroundings. There wasn't anything he could distinguish for the moment, but with a silent sigh escaping his rostrum, the Seagriff continued forth where he'd soon unknowingly encounter another who too beleived they were alone.
 
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Zeev

thinking is itself struggle
#4
Warren still sat alone in the dark, his front to his fire as his shadow stretched into the darkness as it even flickered and moved against the unstable nature of the flames. Warren finished nibbling what was left of the roasted meat when his ear perked up, he moved his scarf to let it free as it poked out from the cloth and up as the distant sound of something clawing or scrapping metal could be heard, his eyes adjusted and his nose too in a whiff of something... Primal to say the least, a musk of pride and strength as though some large beast moved about this place, the air was still enough that things carried through it easily enough.

He slowly took to standing and grabbing the SMG to his side, as he glanced over his shoulder at the narrow long entrance to this open dark place, a silhouette of a large thing moving towards him slowly, his eyes adjusted and he quickly stomped on his fire to put it out, Tharraleos could probably see what warm dim light came from the large room up ahead fade and with it the smell of embers. Warren now stood in nearly pitch darkness as his eyes dilated to this darkness a better picture of this beast came into view as what he thought had made it caped or large were in fact wings. Warren slowly backed up and behind a pillar peaking and watching.
 

Gryphtaur

Junior Member
#5
The sea dweller would find himself at a crossroads, opting to take the left path from his nares trailing the scent of fresh cooked meat. As he turned the corner, he'd catch a glimpse of some sort of light source dying out in the near distance. This concluded he wasn't alone and with the encounters he's faced in recent times, it was natural to take caution. Still with a seemingly nonchalant stride with his chest held firm, Tharr would venture towards whatever awaited. As he drew nearer, he'd dampen his auditory receptors and unsheathe the flesh tearing claws from his webbed, scaly padded paws. He'd extend an arm towards a wall, digging his nails into the metal and producing a rather unpleasant noise. Not ear damaging even for sensitive ears, but enough to perhaps stir a sense of discomfort.

His gold taloned feet would step onto the concrete, now visible breaths escaping his maw as he was more exposed to the chilling conditions. His dense coat provide ample protection from such, the dark brown mane of pelage even encircling his neck like a scarf. He wouldn't utter any words as he meticulously navigated his way around, but instead released a low grumble as if attempting to communicate a warning to back off. Otherwise he'd have no choice but to unleash an animalistic fury few have seen the likes of.
 

Zeev

thinking is itself struggle
#6
Warren sat behind the pillar for a moment as he heard the large humanoid draw near, he felt every foot steep and his ears twitched at the metal scrapping and skit of claws against concrete, his animal blood boiled and awaited a fight as this being probably had decent senses and would at some point catch him. He slowed his breathing and his muscles tensed and relaxed as he heard its breath in the room and smell it he held his SMG firm and began to walk backwards away from the pillar which acted as over as he moved through the open to the left of Tharr as Warren moved through the thick shadow...

His walk was light and silent as the tread of a wolf or fox in the dead of night as it stalked its prey, he went behind another pillar closer and ducked down listening close to where his foe was and where he was going. Warren slowly took the MP5 as he wrapped the sling of the weapon around his chest so he wouldn't have to carry it, from this he slowly pulled the knife from the sheath trapped to the chest of his armor, a slight slick metal sound rang out from it, the only noise that had come of Warren yet.
 

Gryphtaur

Junior Member
#8
In spite of his sizable physique, the digitigrade stride of his talons meant his footsteps could be surprisingly lithe. Even so, it was hard to be unnoticeable with the slight greenish glow of his eyes, although this made the area appear as if it was fully lit. He was more confident in his ability to confront his attacker head on, not that the occasional game of cat and mouse wasn't enjoyable. Whatever company he was suddenly met with was much well versed at stealth tactics, however, as only lingering traces of this potential foe could be detected. He couldn't pinpoint the exact location, but Tharr knew he'd be in unfavorable circumstances if he allowed even the most minimal of occurrences to slip him by.

The feint sign of movement ceased, and so to did the grand warrior. His black feathered knees bent as he hunkered his stance ever so slightly. The next few seconds seemed to last minutes, but his ever acute sense of hearing finally registered through his eardrums. In a near instant almost by sheer instinct, Tharraleos turned to where he detected the commotion. As he did so, the webbed flight feathers of his lengthy feline tail would flare themselves out. Using the momentum from his turn, the appendage would violently lash forth. A semi visible, crescent shaped construct of wind would form and release from the recticries. It'd sail through the air with decent velocity directly towards the pillar Warren was standing behind. Given these were capable of slicing through some weaker metals, it'd likey cause some structural damage. This seemed to be an idea of the hybrid to lure this stranger from their hiding place to get a better handle of the situation. Still in his readied and rooted stance, Tharr would remain composed as he awaited the inevitable retort.
 

Zeev

thinking is itself struggle
#9
Warren was hunkered down behind the pillar as heard the beast stop moving, he held his own breath as he simply held his knife though he didn't turn the corner quite yet as he heard the sound of rustling feathers, Warren listened closer as he hear the sound of some very high pressured go off in a sudden whooshing burst. With that, the Pillar next to him cracked and seemed to have taken and great amount of force as bits and pieces of it were torn off from the current of wind and dust was thrown about in the wake of that attack.

Warren breathed for a moment, a percent of his body was now poking out from the cover so his stealth was already out the window. "Oh screw this." he said slipping his knife back as he waited for a second, before suddenly ripping a chunk of concrete from the damaged pillar, it was overall bigger than his hand but he picked it up like a baseball and turned out from his cover leaping off the ground a bit and torquing his whole body as he pitched the bit of concrete at the Avian foe at nearly 120 Mph and fairly casually.
 
#10
A noticeable look of shock enveloped the hybrid's visage at the display of strength. It merely caught him off gaurd with how lithe and sneaky this individual was. Even with his potent processing power watching the slab of stone careen towards him with a nearly slowed perspective, all he could do is brace for the impact as their was no time to move. Planting his feet, he'd pivot a shoulder forward and drape the plumaged wings around him. Dust and debris kicked up from the direct impact and an irritated growl emerged from the maw of Tharraleos as the stone landed by his feet with a thud.

"That actually had some semblance of pain." Uttered the hybrid as he whipped his flight limb back, paying little mind to the pulsing blood vessels in them. In spite of his crude appearance, Tharr spoke with an heir of sophistication and his words seemed to rumble the air around him with their sheer ferocity. One with keen senses might even detect faint traces of reverence, as if the feat caught his eye somewhat.

"An admirable showcase of strength, I must say. It may even stand against my might feasibly well." Continued Tharraleos. For a moment the greenish yellow of his eyes would briefly flash purple 2 seperate times as his beak slightly bent to a grin. While it seemed random, this was indeed the pride essence revealing, though nothing would be come of it quite yet. With astute focus ever present, the sea dweller would continue to take a defensive approach. Charging blindly at such an obviously capable foe would be most unwise, so a cautious defensive approach was taken at least until more could be learned about what he was up against.
 

Zeev

thinking is itself struggle
#11
Warren stood there for a moment, he pulled down the scarf and face covering to reveal his wolfish visage more clearly to his foe, his eyes sapphire in faint dark around them. Warren gave a look more of puzzle or confusion at the beasts statements. "Oh... Oh you're one of those ancient warrior types. oh ok." He took a few steps forward, his posture and stance spoke of familiarity and confidence, which contrasted of his overall look of wariness which battered the man's armor and gear, and himself in some ways.

"If you considered that a notable display of strength then I assure you, you will find more than a simple semblance to pain engaging me." Warren stated, his shoulders adjusted as did his neck, the sound of popping joints could be heard. "There is far more to fighting than strength alone but you don't seem the type to know that." Warren jabbed in a snide manner seeing what triggered the beast before him, prodding mentally as well as seizing the creature up before him.

Very step he took was slow and paced, as he moved from side to side slowly back and forth as they exchanged the words, he weighed his options and which way to deal with him, he handled the 90 mph rock well, perhaps he'd be resistant to bullets? or could take a few blows? his torso seemed protected but the neck as always was a weak point to go for, wings were just as much an advantage as a flaw, simply crippling them could throw his avian friend for a loop.
 
#12
Warren's sharp tongue did indeed spark a reaction from the stoic combatant. A brow momentarily raised as his rigid gaze kept their lock on the mobile canine. He stood up straight from his marginally crouched stance, broad scaly chest held astute and his webbed crest reaching just over 7 feet above the ground.

"Your assumptions are half correct." Retorted Tharraleos with a faintly noticeable huff, eyes flashing the indigo color once more. With his foe analyzing him, the Seagriff almost seemed to oblige in a way. He stood upright, arms at his sides with his scaly padded, webbed paws facing front and legs not far apart. His tawny furred frame was robust with defined shoulders and well muscled thighs. His tail flicked from side to side every now and then, gliding inches above the ground with each sweep. Tharraleos was doing just as much reconnaissance, taking note of the various armaments. The firearms were about the only concern, but while he himself wasn't particularly bulletproof, the trio of reserves he had stockpiled would serve as a means of protection if need be.

"I am Tharraleos of the Aerasginero." He remarked. "Though my kind has been lost to time, I will gladly demonstrate why such legends were forged to begin with." The beast went on, irises flashing thrice in the midst of his words. The random color change would seem random at first, but things would likely make more sense at this moment. Around his left paw materialized a construct of energy hardlight bearing the same purple color. Taking the shape of a Greek Aspis, this round barrier had a 4 foot diameter and aptly designated the Shield of Chivalry. The only defensive option of his repertoire, he'd hold this in front of him and hunker down once more.

Dispensing 2 reserves, it was just under half power and would likely be enough to suffice. He'd abruptly charge towards Warren, firstly at a lumbering pace befitting of his physique, but he'd quickly gather momentum to begin moving at deceptively quick speeds. Only his taloned feet and the top half of his plumaged noggin was exposed as he peered out from the blockade. He was studying the wolfman's reactions intently to get a better idea of his capabilities. His primal instincts reminded him he was dealing with a time relevant predator and he couldn't take much to chance.
 
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