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Match 181: Beowolf vs Xenomorph Warrior

The dark sewers stretched for miles through the underground. No light pierced the darkness except for the barely functioning light bulbs, their glow hardly permeating the pitch black that filled the manmade tunnels.

And it was through these tunnels that a lone Beowolf prowled. The Grimm had been lured here by the negativity that still lingered within these sewers; fear, anger, horror. All were felt in the manmade tunnels and the Beowolf came to feed from them.

However, the Grimm was not alone in these sewers. As the wolflike beast continued his way through the tunnels, another form emerged from a different section of the sewers. This beast, though not a Grimm in nature, was every bit as black as the night just like it, and its claws and teeth were more than capable of rending the flesh of any unlucky soul that came here.

Its tail flexing behind it, the Xenomorph warrior let out a quiet hiss. It had been resting here in the sewage system, but was stirred awake when it sensed the presence of the Beowolf now prowling the tunnels it occupied. Deciding to do away with the unwanted intruder, the alien proceeded to follow the sounds of the Beowolf, climbing onto the nearby wall and crawling onto the ceiling as it moved.

The Beowolf paused for a moment as he let out a quiet growl. Something was amiss here, he could feel it. His ears twitched as he heard quiet scratching sounds, as though something were moving across the stone composing the sewer walls and ceiling. Looking around, the Grimm tried to find the source of the sound, unaware that it had already found him first.

Without wasting anymore time, the Xenomorph sprang from the ceiling, letting out a piercing shriek as it lunged for the Beowolf, the Grimm managing to turn just in time to see it coming.



Slamming into the Beowolf, the Xenomorph pinned the wolflike beast to the ground, letting out a hissing shriek as its inner jaws shot outwards, aiming to stab through the Grimm’s skull and end the fight now. Snarling in anger, the Beowolf grabbed onto the alien’s neck, shoving it backwards before he raised up his legs and kicked the alien in the chest, knocking it into a wall and sending chunks of stone falling to the ground.

Quickly jumping back to its feet, the Xenomorph snarled in anger as the Beowolf stood back up. Roaring in bloodlust, the Grimm gunned for his alien foe, only for the extraterrestrial to leap over the black beast, causing him to crash into the wall himself. Landing behind its opponent, the alien spun around to face the Beowolf just as the Grimm recovered and turned around.

Springing off the ground, the Xenomorph slashed the Beowolf across the chest with his claws, before the wolf responded by striking the alien in the jaw with a fierce uppercut. A loud crack echoed throughout the sewers as the Xenomorph staggered backwards from the blow. Pressing his assault, the Beowolf swung with his right arm, raking his claws across the alien’s chest and leaving behind several gashes stretched over the biomechanical flesh.

Pain suddenly assailed the Beowolf’s arm, for some of the Xenomorph’s acidic blood had sprayed onto the limb, burning away at the black flesh. Recoiling as he clutched his wounded arm, the Beowolf was left open to attack as the Xenomorph swung with its tail, slashing the Grimm’s left leg and leaving a large red gash in its wake. Falling to a knee from the attack, the Beowolf was promptly knocked over as the Xenomorph charged into him headfirst. Shrieking as it stood atop the Beowolf, the alien slashed and swung with its claws, cutting through the Grimm’s hide over and over.

Once again the Beowolf managed to kick the Xenomorph in the chest, knocking the alien beast onto its back and allowing the Grimm to stand. Just as the alien rolled onto its chest and pushed itself up, the Beowolf slammed into it, crushing the warrior into the opposing wall. Stunned by the impact, the alien was helpless as the Beowolf delivered blow after blow upon its head, cracking its chitinous hide and spilling acid blood onto the floor below their feet.

After a moment of this, the Xenomorph stabbed the Beowolf in the right side with its tail, making the Grimm stop and howl in pain as the alien’s blade sank into his body. Swinging with its right arm, the alien struck the Grimm hard across the face, making him fall over with a set of claw marks stretched over its face. Raising up its tail, the Xenomorph attempted to stab the Beowolf in the chest with its tail blade, only for the Beowolf to roll out of the way and instead cause the blade to stab into the ground.

As the alien attempted to pull its tail free, the Beowolf got to his feet and jumped forward, bringing his feet to bear and dropkicking the Xenomorph in the abdomen. The warrior was sent crashing into a wall, smashing apart the stone and sending chunks of rock smashing onto the floor. Before the alien could rise, the Beowolf was upon, grabbing its head and smashing its face into the ground over and over. The warrior shrieked in pain each time its face forcefully met the stone ground. Acid blood burned away at the stone, melting a hole into the floor as the Grimm kept up its assault.

Finally, the Xenomorph’s tail stabbed into the Beowolf’s back, making him howl in pain and halt his assault. Standing up and shoving the Grimm away, the Xenomorph turned and lunged at its lupine opponent. Digging its claws into the Beowolf’s arms, the alien shot its inner jaws forward in an attempt to punch through the Grimm’s skull.

The Beowolf barely managed to move his head out of the way in time, causing the alien’s inner jaws to pierce nothing but empty air. Kneeing the Xenomorph three times in the abdomen, the Beowolf wrestled fiercely with the Xenomorph, both monsters snarling and snapping at each other all the while.

After a moment of this, the Xenomorph spat a stream of acid upon the Beowolf’s chest, making the Grimm cry out with pain as his chest burned and sizzled from the potent chemicals. Throwing the Beowolf to the ground, the alien once more tried to stab its inner jaws into the Grimm’s head, only for the Beowolf to grab it with his left hand in time. Shrieking angrily, the Xenomorph brought its tail around to stab the Grimm, but the Beowolf was able to catch the incoming blade in his right hand, albeit not without getting his palm torn open in the process.

Bellowing with rage, the Beowolf rose to his feet as he pushed the Xenomorph against a wall, crushing the alien’s inner jaws in his hand and ignoring the pain of the acid blood burning against his hand. Howling in pain, the Xenomorph clawed at the Beowolf’s injured chest wildly, making the Grimm grimace in response. But the Grimm endured the pain as he yanked back, tearing the alien’s inner jaws away and managing to avoid the resulting spray of acid blood.

Shrieking in pain and rage at the loss of its inner jaws, the Xenomorph pulled its tail free and charged recklessly at its opponent. The Beowolf, however, was able to sidestep the incoming alien, grabbing onto its dorsal tubes and spinning around, before smashing the alien’s head into the already damaged wall.

Dazed by the impact, the alien stumbled back and fell onto its back, acid blood trickling down from its forehead.

Grabbing onto a nearby large chunk of rock that had broken from the wall, the Beowolf jumped at his fallen foe, raising the stone overhead.

Seeing this, the Xenomorph shot its tail forward in a last ditch attempt to kill its opponent.

Both monsters made contact…


But only one hit their mark.

Swinging downwards with great force, the Beowolf smashed the rock down upon the Xenomorph’s head seconds before the alien’s tail blade would have stabbed into his wounded chest. Acid blood splattered across the floor as the rock caved in the extraterrestrial’s head, bursting it like an overripe watermelon.

Stepping away from the acid blood, the Grimm watched on in satisfaction as the alien’s lifeless body lay still, the acid blood eating away at the floor beneath it.

Rearing his head back, the Beowolf howled out in victory, his triumphant call echoing throughout the tunnels and alerting all within hearing range.

It was a Grimm day today…

Winner: Beowolf
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Match 182: Mr. Krabs vs Abyssal Lagiacrus

Krusty Krab, Bikini Bottom

“Hey Mr. Krabs, can I have a raise?”

Spongebob asked this question as he peered into his boss’ office. Of course, he knew that, most likely, the cheap crustacean would immediately shoot down his question with a “No.” It’s happened before. Frankly, in the grand scheme of things, Spongebob really didn’t need a raise. But still, he was ever optimistic, and today he was sure that Eugene would finally give him that promotion.

But Spongebob was perplexed when, upon looking into Mr. Krabs’ office, that his boss was nowhere to be seen.

“Mr. Krabs?” The sponge asked as he stepped fully into the office, looking about the room as he scratched his head in confusion. Where’d he go?

“Over here, me boy!” Mr. Krabs’ voice came from by his desk, though the crab himself was nowhere to be seen. Confused, Spongebob made his way over to the chest-looking desk, looking down to find the oddest sight he could ever discover.

Sitting atop his desk was Mr. Krabs, but he was no a pickle. A pickle with a nice sheen of green, and one that still retained the crab’s eyes, nose, and mouth.

“Mr. Krabs?” Spongebob asked in awe, taken aback by what had become of his boss.

“Argh, Spongebob me boy, I turned meself into a pickle, argharghargharghargh,” Mr. Krabs laughed, seemingly unbothered by his currently being a pickle.

“Wow!” Spongebob exclaimed in wonder. “How did this happen?”

“Well, after doing some research on me cells, I’ve found that I can restructure me genetic code to be able to imitate other lifeforms,” Eugene explained. “So I decided to turn meself into a pickle just to see if I could.”

“So what are ya gonna do now?” Spongebob asked in response to Mr. Krabs’ revelation.

“I’m gonna make me some money, that’s what!” Krabs responded eagerly. “With me discovering me new powers, I can draw in more customers with me fancy new skills, and soon we’ll be making more money than ever!”

Right at that moment, however, an explosion could be heard outside, alongside the screams of pedestrians. Hearing this, Spongebob and Mr. Krabs quickly rushed outside, Mr. Krabs hopping across the ground in his pickle form.

Exiting the restaurant, Spongebob and Krabs stopped by Squidward, who was already outside as the trio looked up to see what was happening.

Letting out a terrible roar, the Abyssal Lagiacrus tore apart the Chum Bucket, ripping open the terrible establishment as Plankton just sat a couple meters away crying.

“...I knew I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed this morning,” Squidward just commented.

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about Plankton for a while,” Mr. Krabs noted cheerfully. “That’s a plus.”

However, the Abyssal Lagiacrus looked down upon the trio, specifically spotting the crab currently in the form of a pickle. Despite his newfound state, the crustacean’s face brought back memories to the Lagiacrus; memories of how he was soundly beaten long ago by the crab and had his tail cut off. Having conveniently gained the Abyssal form and regrowing his tail, the Lagiacrus hungered for revenge, and now he could gain his vengeance.

Leaving behind the destroyed Chum Bucket, Abyssal Lagiacrus moved towards Mr. Krabs, letting out a mighty bellow to signal that he was on the attack. Spongebob cowered in fear, Mr. Krabs glared up at his old foe, and Squidward was really not in the mood to deal with this.

“Wake me when this is over,” The cephalopod just said, before he casually walked back into the Krusty Krab.

“I...think I need to keep working on those patties,” Spongebob said, before he quickly ran back to the restaurant, leaving just Eugene to deal with his old nemesis.

“So ya want a rematch, eh?” Mr. Krabs questioned as he quickly shifted back into his true form. “Guess I need to teach ya a lesson in respect!”

Undaunted, Lagiacrus just let out another roar, electricity flickering across his back.



Scuttling forward, Mr. Krabs charged across the ground, bringing his shoulder to bare as he aimed to ram fullforce into his larger foe. However, Lagiacrus anticipated this strategy, for he jumped to Krabs’ right, before slamming his right paw into the crustacean and sending him flying across the seafloor.

Bouncing across the ground again and again, Eugene punched his big meaty claws into the sand, dragging himself to a halt as he looked up to see Lagiacrus charging at him. Springing across the ground, Harold Flower gunned for his larger opponent, only for Lagiacrus to part his jaws and fire an electric ball. Acting fast, the crustacean quickly swerved around the incoming projectile, letting the electric orb strike the ground beneath him as he continued his charge towards Lagiacrus.

Snarling in hatred, Lagiacrus gunned for his incoming foe, snapping at the crustacean with his jaws. Eugene, however, was quicker on the draw, as the crab leaped above the monster, before coming slamming down upon his head with a ground pound. Lagiacrus found himself being smashed headfirst into the ground, creating a shockwave that blew away the surrounding sand and created a decently sized crater.

Hopping off his dazed foe, Mr. Krabs started beating away at the monster’s head with his claws, punching and backhanding Lagiacrus with enough force to send blood and teeth flying, until he struck the sea monster with an uppercut that sent Lagiacrus flying upwards and crashing down hard on his back. Pressing his assault, Mr. Krabs jumped at his larger opponent, but Lagiacrus recovered faster than anticipated. Raising up his head, Lagiacrus fired another electric ball, nailing Mr. Krabs in midair and blasting the crab away.

Crashing onto the sandy seafloor, Eugene was in the process of getting back up when Lagiacrus swatted him upwards with his forelimb. Caught off-guard by the attack, Harold Flower was helpless as the larger sea monster struck him again and again with his claws, each blow knocking around the crustacean like a pinball. Finally, Abyssal Lagiacrus swung his long tail around, slamming the muscular limb into Eugene and sending him flying through the sea like a bullet.

Crashing through a mountain and smashing into a coral reef, Mr. Krabs pulled himself free from the debris just as Lagiacrus smashed right through the mountain, blasting the rocky outcropping to pebbles as the monster gunned for his smaller nemesis.

Narrowing his eyes, Mr. Krabs jumped through the water, firing his right fist forward just as Lagiacrus swung his tail around once again. The collision of their attack created a powerful shockwave that toppled over several nearby mountains and blasted apart coral reefs as though a nuke had been detonated.

Shoving away Mr. Krabs, Lagiacrus struck him hard with his right forelimb with enough force to send Eugene smashing into the seafloor, creating a small crater. Pulling himself from the sand, Harold Flower sprang for his foe once more, but Abyssal Lagiacrus decided to pull a new trick from his sleeve.

Spinning his serpentine body around, Lagiacrus created a whirlpool that rose upwards in the water. His eyes widening in shock as the whirlpool split into three, Eugene found himself being sucked into the nearest underwater tornado, flailing his arms as he helplessly spun around and around within the whirlpool.

After a moment of this, the whirlpool flung Mr. Krabs near Abyssal Lagiacrus, where the sea monster fired an electric ball that smashed into Krabs and exploded with electrifying power, blasting the crustacean away through the water. His body smoking as his shirt was destroyed by the attack, revealing his armor abs, Mr. Krabs glared venom and daggers at his bigger foe. He might have gotten stronger since last time, but like hell Eugene Horny Krabs was gonna let him have his way.

“Heave Ho!” With a mighty battlecry, Eugene shot at Abyssal Lagiacrus, the sea monster bellowing in reply and gunning for the crustacean.

Once more both combatants collided with each other, this time creating a nuke-level explosion that blasted its way above the ocean’s surface. The residents of Bikini Bottom felt the shockwave of the explosion, and even King Neptune could hear the sound of their collision.

Striking away at each with great speed and force, both Mr. Krabs and Abyssal Lagiacrus clashed with each other again and again, raining down blows upon one another and refusing to relent. After a moment of this, Mr. Krabs grabbed onto Lagiacrus’ left forelimb and spun around, hurling the sea monster with enough force to send him slamming into the seafloor. Shooting at his larger opponent, Harold Flower slammed into Lagiacrus’ abdomen with his big meaty claws, making the monster cough up blood as his ribcage was crushed from the sheer force of the impact.

Quickly, Abyssal Lagiacrus swatted off the crustacean with his right forelimb, knocking the crab across the sand. But Eugene’s wrath would not allow him to stay down, for the crab just sprang back up and scuttled over to the sea monster just as he was beginning to rise. His anger boosting his strength, Mr. Krabs grabbed onto Lagiacrus’ tail with his claws, before he began swinging around his opponent like Mario swings around Bowser.

Helpless as he recalled their last battle, Lagiacrus was flung skyward through the ocean by Mr. Krabs, the crustacean already gunning for him as he leaped from the ocean floor. Desperate, Abyssal Lagiacrus began firing away with several electric balls, before spinning around and creating another trio of whirlpools.

This, however, would prove to be in vain; Mr. Krabs simply tanked each and every electrical orb with his armor abs, and as for the whirlpools? Eugene clapped his meaty claws together, creating a powerful shockwave that utterly dissipated the whirlpools and sent Lagiacrus flying even higher.

With victory at hand, Armor Ass Krabs punched Lagiacrus hard in the face, launching the sea monster out of the ocean. His eyes wide with fright, Lagiacrus flailed his limbs about helplessly as he soared through the air. Breaching the water like a humpback whale, Mr. Krabs flew after his opponent, punching him higher and higher into the air repeatedly.

Finally, shooting above the airborne Lagiacrus, Eugene Horny Armor Abs Armor Ass Krabs pulled back his left arm, his claw ignited in rage-induced flames as he glared down at his utterly terrified opponent.

“To Davy Jones’ Locker with ya!!!” Mr. Krabs roared, before he punched Abyssal Lagiacrus with his flaming fist.

Instantly a countryside explosion was created, Lagiacrus vaporized by the sheer power of the punch as the explosion spread over the surface of the sea. Conveniently, the ocean itself was left untouched, though scientists would be wondering for years what the hell just happened.

Watching the explosion from down below, Spongebob and Squidward were in awe at the display of their boss’ power.

“Remind me to never get Mr. Krabs mad again,” Squidward simply commented.

“You got it,” Spongebob responded, before Mr. Krabs came floating down to the Krusty Krab with an umbrella in hand.

“Hello, boys!” Eugene said cheerfully. “Is the Krusty Krab okay?”

“Still in one piece, sir!” Spongebob answered with a smile.

“Great! Now hopefully that overgrown lizard will have learned his lesson this time.”

“I don’t think he’s gonna be coming back from a countryside explosion, Mr. Krabs,” Squidward pointed out. “He’s as dead as a doornail.”

“Eh, true,” Mr. Krabs just said in response with a shrug. “Now let’s get back to work. Those Krabby Patties won’t be making themselves.”

And with that, the trio headed back into the Krusty Krab, with Lagiacrus now being personally sentenced by the Flying Dutchman to a life in Davy Jones’ Locker.

Winner: Mr. Krabs
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Match 183: Ussuri Brown Bear vs Siberian Tiger vs Bengal Tiger vs African Lion

Nobody knows how it happened, but it did. Somehow the animal residents of the local zoo had seized the means of escaping their confinement as the establishment was closed during the night, and during the dark they ran through the zoological garden, free from human restraint. While there was fortunately no visitors around that’d be in danger of the rampant animals, the staff were frantically gathering their security to try and capture their escapees as quickly as possible, lest they hurt anyone or themselves.

Unfortunately for the staff, however, a confrontation was already set in motion.

Moving quickly along one of the many paths built to cross through the facility, the Ussuri brown bear made her way towards the center of the zoo, a rather large clearing where visitors could choose to go wherever they wanted. The ursine had fled the region of the garden where she had been contained, and was now curious about her new surroundings. Slowing down to a walk, the brown bear made her way around the clearing, the likes of which was large enough to contain several dozen people.

Suddenly, the bear’s senses alerted her to incoming danger. Her ears twitched at the sound of a snarl somewhere to her right, her nose picking up the scent of something instinctually familiar to her. Quickly turning around, the bear’s gaze immediately fell upon the Siberian tiger that was loping towards her. The pantherine’s jaws were parted, exposing his sizable canines as he snarled threateningly at her. Rearing up onto her hind legs, the bear let out a roar in response, demanding the cat leave her be to no avail. The tiger began to circle the bear, a low growl rising from his throat as he sized her up.

The carnivorans’ standoff was cut off, however, by another threatening snarl that caught both mammals by surprise. Rushing onto the scene, an African lion made his presence known, the maned feline glaring at the tiger. The lion, however, took only a few steps forward when a second tiger also arrived within the clearing. A Bengal, the second tiger caught the lion’s attention with a snarl of his own, drawing the lion away from the bear and Siberian as the latter took advantage of the commotion.

Springing with his muscular hind limbs, the Siberian sprang for the bear, colliding with her upper body as he immediately dug his claws into her dark brown fur. Caught off-guard by the sudden attack, the bear nearly fell over as she stumbled back, crying aloud as the Siberian bit and snapped at her head and neck, the striped cat attempting to score a fatal wound to her throat. Acting fast, the bear raised up her muscular forelimbs, shoving off the Siberian and forcing him to land back on his paws. Dropping down to all fours, the bear swung with her right arm, swatting at the Siberian’s face and making him recoil. Snarling, the Siberian quickly ran around his larger opponent, biting into her left hind leg, only to receive a prompt retaliation in the form of the bear biting onto his back.

The lion gunned towards the Bengal, making the first move as he lunged forward in an attempt to tackle his striped opponent. The Bengal, though, was quick to react, jumping back to avoid a nasty collision as the lion instead landed roughly on his paws. Presented with the opportunity, the Bengal grabbed onto the lion, biting into his back whilst gripping and tearing his body with his claws. Snarling hatefully, the lion rolled onto his back, tearing himself free from the Bengal’s grip and kicking wildly with his back legs. Recoiling from his maned foe’s defenses, the Bengal tiger ended up giving the lion enough time to roll back upright as he moved in to press his attack.

The lion swatted at the Bengal with his extended left arm, scratching at the tiger’s chest as the pantherine briefly reared up, his forelimbs raised for combat. The lion swung with his right arm next, only for the tiger to block the incoming blow with his left arm, and then swing with his right limb. Scoring a series of bloody gashes on the lion’s face, the Bengal bit at the maned cat’s ear, his canines piercing the skin and drawing blood as the lion snarled in pain and anger.

The Siberian tiger danced around the bear, dodging as many swings from the ursine as he could whilst lunging in to bite and claw at her whenever he could. Clumps of brown fur were being torn away, and blood was trickling from the numerous wounds she was gaining. Soon, however, the bear managed to deck the tiger across the face with her left paw, bowling over the cat as blood ran from the gashes on his forehead. Acting fast, the ursine pinned her right paw against the Siberian’s head and bit down on his middle, her pointed teeth puncturing his hide and drawing a spurt of blood.

Yowling as his bulky opponent tore and twisted at his flesh, the Siberian kicked and scratched wildly in an effort to free himself. Initially ignorant of the tiger’s claws cutting into her hide, the bear was forced to release her toothy grip and yield as her snout was scraped open. Blood dripping onto him from his recoiling enemy, the Siberian righted himself as he lunged for the bear again.

The lion and Bengal tiger were in a frenzy of teeth and claws, snarling and yowling as they struck away at one another with their claws. Bits of fur were being torn away as they snapped at each other, blood beginning to cover both cats and the surrounding ground. After a moment of this, the Bengal pinned the lion to the ground, biting viciously onto his face. The lion yowled and squirmed as the tiger’s canines dripped into the skin of his facial region, the tissue being punctured and blood welled up from the increasingly large wounds.

Desperately the lion kicked at the tiger’s sides with his hind legs, scraping at the striped pantherine’s furred hide and bringing out trickles of crimson blood. Ignoring the pain as best as he could, the Bengal rewarded the lion’s efforts by releasing the maned cat’s face, only to immediately lock his jaws around his neck. The lion’s mane offering little defense, the tiger’s teeth stabbed into the African felid’s flesh and drew out a spurt of blood.

Fear plaguing the lion’s being, the maned pantherine struggled wildly, squirming and kicking with increased fervor. Although he inadvertently worsened the bite wounds on his neck, the lion successfully forced the Bengal tiger to release his grip and back away. Given the space he needed, the lion got back to his paws and fled down one of the paths away from the clearing. No longer interested in this fight, the cat ran away from his striped opponent, the tiger momentarily pursuing him as he snarled and roared, asserting his dominance as he forced the lion into retreat.

Back with the Siberian tiger and brown bear, the former had his jaws clamped around the back of the former’s neck, the bear backing away in an attempt to break free from her enemy. The tiger’s forelimbs latched onto the sides of the bear, his claws hooking into her skin as he struggled to try and force her down. Roaring as she pushed herself upwards, the bear reared up onto her hind legs, the sudden action causing the Siberian to release his grip. The tiger nearly fell over as he recoiled, landing back on all fours as the bear stood over him. The brown ursine let out another roar as she attempted to scare her opponent into backing down, raising up her forelimbs in an intimidation display.

The Siberian, however, was undaunted as he lunged upwards with a snarl, bringing up his left forelimb as he slashed at the bear’s face. Crying aloud as the cat’s claws raked themselves across the skin on her face, coming dangerously close to taking out her right eye, the bear was quickly unnerved by her situation. Turning away from the tiger, the bear began to retreat, dropping down to all fours as she began running away down another one of the paths splitting away from the clearing. The Siberian gave his fleeing opponent chase for a moment, sprinting after her and even grabbing onto her back as he bit into her flanks in an attempt to slow her down.

The bear, however, was able to break free from his assault as she continued on running, escaping the clearing as the Siberian tiger stood panting and watching her go. His ears twitching as the Bengal tiger’s snarl reached him, the cat quickly turned to face his cousin. Both tigers stood for a moment, their jaws parted as they panted heavily and sized one another up. They were both exhausted, bleeding heavily, and in quite a lot of pain. They would have preferred to just find a secure place to lay down and recover from this scuffle, but the two cats saw one another as a deadly rival to get rid of if they wanted to live in peace.

With that in mind, both tigers charged one another for one last clash.

Colliding with one another as they clashed, both tigers promptly engaged in a whirlwind of teeth and claws. Teeth punctured skin, claws tore fresh new wounds in flesh, blood splattered across the chosen battlefield, and the mighty roars of both tigers filled the night air as they dueled. They would kill each other if they needed to.

Striking the Siberian across the face with his left paw, the Bengal lunged forward to try and bite into his neck, only for the Siberian to strike him back with his own paw, making the Bengal recoil briefly. Both cats struck each other with the full weight of their bodies, standing upright as they struck at each other wildly. The Bengal slashed at the Siberian’s chest, prompting a bite to the shoulder from the Siberian. Pushing himself forward, the Siberian pinned the Bengal to the ground, biting at his neck viciously. Grabbing his Russian rival, the Bengal kicked and clawed at his underside, ripping away the fur on his belly. The tigers rolled around on the ground, their claws digging into each other’s furred hides as they bit and tore at one another.

Both tigers paused for a moment, panting heavily as they remained locked in their death grips. Letting out enraged growls in an effort to make their rival fall back, the cats broke away as they rose back onto their paws.

Their lips pulled back as they bore their bloody canines, the tigers snarled and swatted at each other as they momentarily circled. They were both exhausted. Lactic acid flowed through their muscles, leaving them aching even worse than they would have already felt with the many grievous wounds they each received. Was it even worth continuing this feud? They both just wanted to lay down and rest, but neither of them wanted to appear weak to the other and potentially get themselves killed. Deadlocked, the tigers remained where they stood, continuing their battle through sound.

This impasse was brought to an end, however, as lights suddenly shined upon them, making the cats pause and look towards the source in surprise. Before the cats could react, they each received a tranquilizer dart to their sides, causing them to part ways as they each ran down a different path. Having successfully darted both cats, the entourage of zookeepers followed the animals, keeping their flashlights on the fleeing escapees.

The humans would eventually find and subdue the bear and lion along with the tigers and other animals that somehow managed to escape their enclosure. The former fighters would all recover from their duel, albeit they’d have to be treated extensively for their injuries. With nobody to declare victory over their duel, the fruits of victory would thus remain unclaimed.

Draw
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Re: My Matches

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Match 184: Mr. Krabs vs Deviljho

“Money, money, money, money…” Mr. Krabs muttered to himself as he sniffed around across the jungle floor. What the old crustacean (“I ain’t old!”) was doing in the middle of the Ancient Forest without suffocating from being out of the water was anyone’s guess.

“Hmm,” Eugene pondered as he took in his surroundings, scouring each and every nook and cranny that he could take notice with his elongated eyes. The crab currently stood in the middle of a small clearing, and as far as he could see, he found nothing of what he was looking for. “There sure ain’t any ancient temples full of gold around here. And I was sure I’d be able to find at least some treasure in this place.” The crab then just shrugged, before he continued on his way. “Ah well. Least it was worth a shot. Maybe I should check out that Skull Island to see if it’s got any riches…”

Harold Flower’s thoughts were promptly shut up, however, by the distinct rumbling of the ground beneath his peg-like feet. The earth shook and trembled in steadily increasing beats, the intensity of each impactful shaking growing stronger and stronger. Mr. Krabs glanced around in confusion as the vibrations developed ever stronger. These weren’t simply the cause of the earth suffering some quakes, nor were they caused by Mr. Krabs himself (he wasn’t using that much power today). No, these juddering occurrences were being caused by something big and heavy moving its way near his location.

A horrifying bellow filled the surrounding air, the vocalizations generated by the owner’s larynx and discharged through the oral opening, through which food is received and from which sound is emitted, being the likes of which almost all of the residents of this surrounding land, upon receiving this horrifying sound through their tympanic membranes, would find themselves on the receiving end of psychological states of emotion that may be described as fear, dread, and/or phobic apprehension. For, you see, the subject in question who was capable of producing such noises that can be typically classified as a deep, prolonged cry known as a ‘roar’, was in fact an individual that is highly feared in this part of the world for good reason.

Mr. Krabs looked around in confusion, the crusty crab wondering just what had made that sound, as well as pondering the point of making the previous paragraph ridiculously verbose, before a tree was flung overhead, the uprooted plant crash landing on the other side of the clearing. Blinking in surprise, Mr. Krabs turned around only to see Deviljho emerge from the foliage. The Brute Wyvern, as is usually the case for his species, was ravenous, and saw Harold Flower as nothing more than another potential morsel.

Mr. Krabs, meanwhile, gaped in shock at the monster before him as he began stomping his way towards him. “Mother of Pearl! It...it...it be a giant walking pickle!” The crustacean proceeded to shapeshift into a pickle himself, smiling cheerfully as Deviljho watched on in confusion. “I guess I ain’t the only pickle around here then, argharghargharghargharghargh.”

Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, Deviljho let out a bellowing roar, announcing his desire to devour Mr. Kra-

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you wanna eat me,” Mr. Krabs just interrupted with a wave of his big meaty claw as he changed back to normal. “Been there, done that. So, let’s just get to the point.”



Unable to agree more, Deviljho lunged forward, his toothy jaws parted to swallow his crustacean opponent whole. Mr. Krabs, however, was quicker on the draw, as he socked his saurian opponent in the chin with a fierce uppercut of his right arm. The force of the blow was enough to knock Deviljho’s head upwards, the Brute Wyvern flung off his feet and flying past Eugene as he tumbled across the ground. Surprised by the strength of the blow, Deviljho scrambled to his feet before he trucked towards Mr. Krabs, once again trying to bite down on him.

“You must be kidding,” Krabs just commented in mild annoyance, before nonchalantly backhanding the Brute Wyvern across the face and sending him rolling away in a heap. Never had Deviljho face anyone with this kind of strength, and such a fact angered the carnivore. Pushing himself back up again, the monster looked up in time to see Mr. Krabs scuttling at him at surprising speed, the crab kicking up clouds of dust as he ran. Acting quickly, Deviljho whipped around, bringing his fat tail slamming into his smaller enemy and sending the old crab (“I said I ain’t old!”) flying across the terrain.

Slamming into the ground and digging a trench as he slid through the dirt, Mr. Krabs hopped back onto his peg-like feet as Deviljho came rushing at him, the Brute Wyvern trying to bite at him. Again and again the reptile snapped and lunged at his smaller enemy, but Mr. Krabs proved swifter than expected, the crustacean almost casually dodging each and every attempted attack. Harold Flower had a look of mild disappointment on his face as Deviljho kept attacking, only for him to keep on sidestepping.

“This is too easy,” Eugene noted, displeased with how disappointing Deviljho was quickly proving as an opponent. Sidestepping to Deviljho’s left just as the Brute Wyvern snapped at him once again, the crab socked his monstrous opponent in the face, launching the reptile off his feet and sending him tumbling away once more. Dazed by such a mighty blow in spite of Mr. Krabs holding back his true power, Deviljho was slow to recover, struggling to right himself and get back up. Scuttling over to his fallen foe, Krabs pounced upon Deviljho and promptly began raining down blows upon his scaly hide with enough speed and strength to match a Jojo.

Crying aloud in pain as he struggled to escape from his opponent’s unexpectedly powerful barrage, Deviljho brought up his left leg and gave Eugene the boot, kicking away the krusty crustacean. As Mr. Krabs flipped back onto his short stubby feet as soon as he skidded to a halt, the Brute Wyvern hauled himself upright, the reptile bellowing with rage as a reddish glow emerged from his body. In an enraged state, Deviljho spun around to face Mr. Krabs as the latter was beginning to charge towards him, before parting his jaws and letting loose with a blast of Dragon’s Breath.

The dark cloud of Dragon element came surging forth from the monster’s parted jaws, crackling with red energy as Mr. Krabs skidded to a halt. Looking on in surprise, the Krusty Krab raised up his arms in defense as the Dragon’s Breath engulfed his frame. Keeping the blast of elemental rage upon his smaller opponent, even as the latter was completely obscured for view, Deviljjho held out on his attack for a few seconds more before finally coming to a halt. A rumbling growl rising from his throat, the Brute Wyvern watched as his Dragon’s Breath clouded around the section of land before him, confident he had cooked the crab alive.

Thus, Deviljho was rather surprised when the Dragon’s Breath was suddenly dispersed by a loud clap, a powerful blast of wind blowing the Dragon element away and nearly bowling over the Brute Wyvern. Straining to keep himself steady as he skidded backwards across the rocky terrain, Deviljho looked ahead in surprise to see Mr. Krabs still standing tall and looking no worse for wear.

“Well, looks like there’s a plus to being dummy thicc. The clap of me asscheeks completely cancelled out that attack, and I didn’t even need to try to do anything! Arghargharghargharghargharghargh!” Eugene Krabs gave a hearty laugh at what had happened, Deviljho unable to help but wonder what the hell kind of creature he was fighting.

Getting himself back into focus with a shake of his head, Deviljho let out a mighty bellow as he charged towards Mr. Krabs, his toothy jaws open wide in preparation to unleash another blast of Dragon’s Breath. With a “Heave ho!” Mr. Krabs charged as well, scuttling furiously across the ground.

Both combatants were rapidly closing in on each other, ready to clash once again-

HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!!!



Before either could react, a new figure suddenly teleported in front of both Deviljho and Mr. Krabs, causing them both to skid to a halt in surprise. The being in question was a stallion of godly stature and vitality, with a horn rising from his head like a unicorn except far superior, manly man arms with beefy powerful hands, delicious ripe bananas for hindfeet, a beautiful mustache adorning his face, and a mane of glorious purple fur surrounding his chest and neck alongside a snail riding his shoulder and the letter H on his flanks.

Hoofs had arrived, and he was here for destruction.

Confused, and yet annoyed by this newcomer’s arrival, Deviljho attempted to snap his jaws shut upon Hoofs, a foolish mistake that no mortal can ever survive attempting. Faster than the fastest character you can think of, Hoofs made Deviljho taste the back of his fist as, without otherwise moving from his godlike stance, the equine backhanded Deviljho across the face, smashing his fist into the Brute Wyvern’s skull with enough force to utterly atomize it. So powerful was the blow that Deviljho was instantly erased from existence. And Hoofs wasn’t even trying with that one.

“Oh Neptune,” Was all Mr. Krabs could meekly comment, before Hoofs turned his attention towards the crustacean with a crack of his neck, his sexy blue lips forming a cheerful smile. It was clear from the look in Hoofs’ eyes that there would be no chance for Eugene to run away. Not like he’d get far even if he tried.

“Fine then,” Harold Flower decided as he glared at his equine opponent. “No more holding back.” Flexing his armor abs, Mr. Krabs was surrounded by a godly red glow, the likes of which would incinerate most mortals, but was just a pretty lightshow for Hoofs. The light dissipating just as soon as it appeared, Mr. Krabs stood before Hoofs, now having ascended into his true form: Moar Krabs.

Even The One Above All would be utterly terrified by such an awe-inspiring sight, but Hoofs? Hoofs just considered it a worthy challenge.

Both godly combatants stepped towards each other, only for the surrounding outerverse to be instantly erased just from their muscles flexing. Not like either deity gave a skreeonk as they nonchalantly approached one another, ready for combat.



Instantly, both Hoofs and Moar Krabs swung a mighty fist at one another, only for their punches to collide with enough power to threaten to destroy the surrounding nothingness. How could you possibly destroy nothingness? skreeonk you, that’s how.

Hoofs and Krabs began punching away at each other in a flurry of blows, their attacks moving far beyond the concept of speed as they blocked and countered each other’s punches while landing in several hits of their own. Neither combatant would even flinch from each other’s attacks, and they sure as hell weren’t going to relent any time soon. As they punched away at each other, they both began growing extra limbs to attack each other, more and more arms sprouting from their bodies to add to the assault. Soon it wasn’t just fists they were using; now they were throwing in their legs, their heads, and soon their whole damn bodies to just attack each other in this clash of gods.

Eventually, Hoofs managed to break this seemingly perpetual stalemate by landing a huge punch to the right cheek of Krabs, the immense force of the attack rocketing the crustacean backwards across the world of nothingness. Recovering almost immediately from the blow, Krabs raised up his left arm to block another punch sent by Hoofs, before landing one of his own upon Hoofs’ horse face, knocking the equine downwards with a loud crack.

Shooting down at his plummeting foe, Krabs’ eyes glowed bright red before discharging a pair of crimson laser beams, only for the projectiles to turn into snails with a casual raising of Hoofs’ finger. Teleporting behind Krabs, Hoofs landed a downwards chop to the crab’s back, striking him away with a smack. Recovering in midair, Krabs spun around as he began firing a stream of dollar signs from his parted jaws. Acting fast, Hoofs began flying to his right, dodging the incoming torrent as his crustacean foe tried shooting him down.

Raising up his fingers as he pointed at Krabs, Hoofs began firing snail-shaped energy bolts from his fingertips, blasting holes straight through Krabs’ body, only for the holes to heal right back up. Teleporting in front of his opponent, Hoofs punched his enemy hard in the armor abs, crushing his ribs and launching him skywards. Recovering immediately as Hoofs rocketed at him, Krabs kicked the horse across the face with an outstretched leg that looked unsettlingly human, caving in Hoofs’ skull and breaking his neck. Of course, such measly injuries would promptly heal up for Hoofs, before he decked Krabs across the face with a powerful backhand, sending him flipping backwards away.

Once again, both Krabs and Hoofs struck away at each other wildly, utilizing every single form of combat in their exchange. Punches were thrown. Kicks were dealt. Heads were butted. Asses were slapped. Nuts were - oh you get the idea. They were both laying into each other like Twitter users arguing with each other, except far more destructive.

Finally, both Krabs and Hoofs delivered a punch unmatched by no other to each other’s faces, finally managing to absolutely destroy the surrounding nothingness, leaving nothing but...nothingness??? Okay, cut! I can’t keep going here. Where the skreeonk do I go from here?



Stopping in their battle as they looked at the screen in confusion, Mr. Krabs and Hoofs stood around awkwardly while I tried figuring out what to do next.

“So uh...how’s the weather?” Mr. Krabs asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Alright, skreeonk it. Let’s just call it a draw. It’s April Fools, we can end this poop here or something. Yeah, I don’t really know what I expected to have happen here. Let’s uh, bring back everything that was destroyed. That should be fine.

Finding themselves back in the original setting of this fight, Mr. Krabs and Hoofs looked around for a moment, wondering what to do now. Hearing the sounds of heavy footsteps coming their way, both the crab and the horse glanced behind themselves to see Deviljho back to life. The Brute Wyvern had just awoken from being brought back to existence, and paused upon seeing his former opponents looking at him.

“...I’m going to McDonalds,” Deviljho just said, before turning and walking away.

“I’d better check on the Krusty Krab and make sure Plankton ain’t trying to steal me secret formuler,” Mr. Krabs decided, before he scuttled away, leaving Hoofs by himself.

With nothing else to do now, Hoofs flew away into the sky, riding atop a giant snail that left a trail of rainbows in its wake. Nyan Cat would probably file a copyright lawsuit against the snail later.

Winner: You get nothing! You lose! Good day sir!
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Match 185: Hytrasaurus vs Noxtriga

The myriad of resident animal calls within the boreal forest formed a sort of natural melody, inadvertently acting as an indicator to any that entered coniferous biome of how much life made its home in the biome. Such information was useful enough for the Hytrasaurus as he made his way through the forest. The twin-headed monster was compelled by hunger to enter this domain, for he had yet to have any luck finding anything sustainable elsewhere. His twin heads constantly looking about in differing directions, the hydra kept his senses tuned as he continued prowling through the forest.

Elsewhere amidst the collection of trees, however, another predator had become aware of the hydra’s intrusion. Perched atop a particularly large branch near the canopy, the Noxtriga’s keen eyesight allowed him to take note of the Hytrasaurus walking past the trees composing this forest. He would not stand for this; he was master of this domain, and he would not tolerate an intruder invading his home. Spreading open his feathery wings, the quadrupedal owl took to the air, maneuvering around the trees as he flew towards his newfound foe.

Back on the ground, the Hytrasaurus took each step with delicate precision as he planned not to loudly announce his presence, lest he frighten away any potential prey before he had the chance to locate it. Though focused was he on detecting any viable food items, the hydra never noticed the Noxtriga flying overhead. The immense owl moved through the air with nary a sound to betray his presence, his feathers soft enough that the flap of his wings failed to generate any perceptible noise. If silence were loudness, he’d be the loudest flying predator. That...that’s a terrible metaphor…

Positioning himself above the Hytrasaurus, the Noxtriga tucked in his wings as he dove downwards, bringing up his talons to bear in preparation for the impending attack.



The Hytrasaurus had no idea of what was occurring above him, and thus was understandably caught off-guard when he was struck by a 9.2 tonne weight colliding with his back at high speed. With a pained shriek, the dual headed beast was knocked down upon his chest, the Noxtriga standing atop him. The owl’s sizable talons had embedded themselves into the hydra’s furred back, the latter’s armor doing little to repel the natural weapons as dark red blood was forced out.

Shrieking hatefully at this unexpected attack, the Hytrasaurus’ right head whipped around, parting his toothy jaws before he spat a stream of acidic fluids upon his feathery foe. His turn now to be taken aback, the Noxtriga gave his own screech of pain as his opponent’s chemicals splashed along his right shoulder, a loud sizzling immediately following as feathers and flesh alike were burned. Hastily flapping his wings, the four legged owl leapt off the Hytrasaurus, landing several meters away as a patch of raw burnt flesh was becoming exposed on his shoulder.

Taking this time to rise back to his feet, blood trickling down his back as his ribs ached, the Hytrasaurus wheeled around to face his avian foe, his two heads shrieking with anger at this assault. Spreading his wings, the Noxtriga responded with his own piercing cry, demanding the hydra leave his forest at once. The Hytrasaurus’ only reply, however, was twin jets of acid spewed from his maws, forcing the Noxtriga to once again take to the air as the streams of potent chemicals struck the ground he’d just been standing upon, burning into the dirt. Latching onto a nearby tree, the chimeric owl used the plant as a springboard as he launched himself upwards into the air above his grounded foe.

Giving his two-headed foe a taste of his own medicine, the Noxtriga spat out his own acidic spray as he soared above the Hytrasaurus. The acidic saliva splashed upon the hydra’s back, bringing out another painful cry as the acid began eating away at his open wounds with an ominous sizzling. Spinning around to keep his gaze on his airborne enemy, the Hytrasaurus spat out another gout of acid from his toothy jaws, but the massive owl was simply too quick for the noxious fluids to catch; the acidic jets simply fell short of the Noxtriga as he soared around the trees.

Angered, the Hytrasaurus’ twin heads kept moving about as he struggled to keep the Noxtriga within his sights. The huge owl was flying amongst the trees too quickly for the hydra to keep up with, however; the most the twin-headed chimera could catch of him was a blur of feathers. After a moment of this, the Hytrasaurus ended up losing the flying beast, the owl having seemingly vanished. The dual headed hydra gave a snarl of frustration as his heads looked around for any trace of their quarry. Had the feathery enemy retreated like a coward?

The truth of the matter, however, was that the Noxtriga had manipulated his photophores to blend in with the shadows created by the surrounding trees, his body darkening in color to camouflage himself. Quietly, the quadrupedal owl perched himself atop a branch near the Hytrasaurus. The two-headed hydra, meanwhile, gave a huff as he decided his opponent must have fled the scene. Deciding that it’d be best to find some shelter where he could recover from his injuries, the Hytrasaurus resumed his trek through the forest, having no idea that he just fell for the Noxtriga’s ploy.

It happened too fast for the Hytrasaurus to realize. Leaping from his branch, the Noxtriga had once again lunged downwards as the hydra passed beneath him, the owl once more landing down with great speed upon the bipedal beast. Howling aloud, the Hytrasaurus was again knocked to the ground, a few of his ribs cracking from the fall. This time, the Noxtriga was more aggressive in his assault; now only were his talons puncturing the twin-headed monster’s back, but his tentacles proceeded to wrap around both of the hydra’s necks. The muscular limb’s hooks dug into the skin as the Noxtriga drove his proboscis into the left neck, flushing acid into the beast’s system.

Agony pierced its way through the Hytrasaurus’ very being as the hydra howled and struggled frantically beneath the Noxtriga. Pressing his assault, the quadrupedal owl brought his right forelimb down upon the hydra’s right head, his talons gripping onto the monster’s cranium as his talons pierced into his eyeballs. The head in question could give merely a brief squeal of agony before being quickly crushed by the power behind the bird’s grip. As blood and brain matter splattered onto the forest floor, the remaining head cried aloud, his struggles quickly becoming more aggressive as he made a valiant effort to escape.

The Hytrasaurus’ efforts would prove to be in vain, however. Standing above his fallen foe, the Noxtriga would need only to wait as the acid he injected into him would soon liquefy his insides. He had successfully defended his territory, and got a meal as a result. He’d done well today.

Winner: Noxtriga
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Match 186: Flamegle vs Panzerjager

It was still morning as the Flamegle made his way into the clearing, the tyrannosaur’s senses on high alert as he walked. He’d caught the scent of another predator in this region, and thought it’d be best to try and drive off this newcomer. However, it would seem that he would have to look no further for the strange predator; they were coming right to him.


Emerging from the other side of the clearing, a Panzerjager gave a baying roar as he finally located the theropod whose scent he’d been tracking. The tusked carnivore had set his sights on this section of the land, and he had full intent of getting rid of the current owner. Flexing his sloth-like claws, the tyrannosaur gave another bellow before he charged, lowering his head and digging a pair of trenches in the dirt with his tusks. Snarling as the larger theropod now gunned for him, Flamegle gave his own enraged roar in reply, before his muscular legs pushed him forward into a sprint.


On this day, two mighty carnivores would clash.



As both predators closed in on each other, Panzer swung with his tusks, smacking Flamegle across the face and forcing him to look to his left. However, as though he’d felt nothing, the quilled tyrannosaur kept up his charge, leaving Panzer no other choice but to take it head on. Not that he’d any desire for otherwise, though. Both theropods slammed their full weight against one another, the sound of their impact startling several smaller creatures hiding in the canopy of nearby trees and prompting them to take to the air in retreat.


As the chimeric dinosaurs shoved against each other, however, Flamegle quickly found himself being pushed backwards by the larger Panzer. Even as he dug his talons into the grassy ground, ripping open the dirt like if he were ripping open his next meal’s hide, the firebreather couldn’t stop Panzer’s advancement. After just a moment of this, the tusked tyrannosaur threw his lighter foe aside, sending the theropod landing down hard on his left side. As Flamegle struggled to rise back to his feet, his ribs damaged but not seriously injured, Panzer began his advance, parting his toothy jaws to deliver the killing blow.


What Panzer did not anticipate, however, was for Flamegle to suddenly spit a gout of flames upon himself, igniting his body.


Normally, lighting yourself aflame was a very bad idea, and would perhaps result in you needing serious medical attention and inquiries about why you would do such a thing. Flamegle, however, gave absolutely no regard to the inferno that now clung against his scaly body. No, such an act had the intention of making him all the more dangerous to his newfound enemy. Whether or not that would succeed would be revealed in good time.


Managing to rise back to his taloned feet, Flamegle gave an enraged roar as he charged forth again, Panzer snarling in reply and moving to engage him. Just before the carnivores collided once again, however, Flamegle pushed himself off the ground with his powerful legs, lunging away from his larger opponent. Panzer’s jaws, thus, clamped down upon only empty air, a loud popping noise echoing through the air as Flamegle landed a short distance away from his tusked enemy, now positioned by the monster’s left.


Turning to face his quilled opponent, Panzer was greeted with a faceful of orange flames that engulfed his head. Smoke filled the air as Flamegle belched forth a gout of fire, his blazing torrent of heat hiding away Panzer’s head for a brief moment. Cutting off his inferno stream, the tyrannosaur snapped his jaws shut with a pop, the cloud of smoke generated now obscuring his enemy from sight. Had he dealt a fatal blow to Panzer? Had he emerged triumphant?


Flamegle promptly got perhaps the worst answer he could have received when a black tail whipped its way out of the smoke, scoring a series of bloody gashes across his face with its thagomizer of spikes.


Charging from the smoke cloud, Panzerjager was largely unaffected by the flames as he barreled towards his smaller foe. Managing to quickly shrug off the blow dealt to him, in part thanks to his inability to register the pain that would normally befall him, Flamegle recovered in time to see his larger enemy gunning for him. Swerving to Panzer’s left just as the latter had made the effort to snap at him once more, Flamegle swerved on his opponent and clamped his jaws shut upon the beast’s neck.


Imagine the tyrannosaur’s surprise when all he gained was a mouthful of loose skin, Panzer himself effectively unharmed by the predator’s attack. Returning the favor, Panzerjager bit into Flamegle’s left arm, his powerful jaws helping him dig his teeth into the tyrannosaur’s thick hide. For a moment, both theropods wrestled fiercely with each other, Flamegle straining to inflict any real damage, while Panzer tore and savaged his smaller foe’s arm.


With blood filling his mouth, Panzer cranked up the lethalness of his attack and discharged a spurt of potent acid into Flamegle’s arm as he still bit down upon it. Almost at once, the tyrannosaur’s flesh burned and corroded away as the deadly chemicals ate away at the animal’s tissue. Now that was a lot of damage, enough to leave many animals screaming in agony. Flamegle should thus be fortunate then, that pain simply didn’t register with him. Regardless, the quilled tyrannosaur could definitely tell that this confrontation was most certainly not going well for him as he was quickly losing feeling in his arm.


Giving a firm wrench, Panzerjager tore away a hunk of acid-burned meat from Flamegle’s arm, the mangled limb now hanging uselessly by the theropod’s side and exposing the corroded bone within. Hastily backing away from his tusked opponent, Flamegle was having serious reconsiderations about this duel. Nothing he was doing seemed to have any effect on his foe, and by this point the flames that still clung to his body were starting to take their toll on him. Perhaps it would be best to cut his losses and flee while he still could. Recoiling as Panzer yet again snapped at him, Flamegle turned and ran from his larger rival. Dropping to the ground, the flaming tyrannosaur hastily rolled about, dousing the fires engulfing him.


Unfortunately, in his effort to put out his flames, Flamegle just left himself vulnerable.


Just as Flamegle began rising to his feet to retreat, Panzerjager’s tongue suddenly shot from his parted jaws, the spear-pointed tip puncturing the tyrannosaur’s thigh and forcing dark red blood to spurt outwards. Yanking his muscular organ back, Panzer ripped his tongue free from Flamegle’s flank, the action causing the tyrannosaur to fall forward as he’d attempted to pull away from his captor. Rushing the downed Flamegle, Panzer let loose with a jet of acid, spraying the corrosive chemicals across Flamegle’s side and leaving a pathway of burnt red flesh that sizzled and steamed.


Desperate, Flamegle raised his head up and let loose with a jet of flames from his jaws, the orange fire washing over Panzer’s body. Closing his eyes as the flames licked ineffectively against his form, the tusked tyrannosaur put a prompt end to Flamegle’s last ditch effort by cracking his right claws across the predator’s face, smacking the beast’s head to the ground. Before Flamegle could recover, Panzer locked his jaws around his neck, clamping down with lethal force as his teeth stabbed into his hide.


Flamegle struggled and shrieked, kicking against Panzer’s body with his flailing legs, but such efforts would prove fruitless. Narrowing his eyes, Panzer once more spewed acid against Flamegle’s scaly hide, the chemical compound burninating through his flesh and digging into his body. Even as Flamegle’s panicked cries turned into pitiful gurgles as his esophagus was burned open by the acid, and his struggles ceased completely soon afterwards, Panzer held on tightly with his toothy grip.


After just a moment more of this, Panzerjager pulled back sharply, ripping Flamegle’s head from its torso as acid dribbled down from the bloody stump. Tossing the decapitated cranium aside, the tusked tyrannosaur bellowed his victory into the air, letting all within hearing range know of his power. Looking down upon the fallen body of Flamegle, Panzerjager proceeded to feast upon his newly acquired kill.

Winner: Panzerjager
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Match 187: John vs Clavus

Bird calls rang across the land as a fair assortment of fauna collected at the local watering hole. The natural depression had filled to the brim with water collected over the wet season, providing an important source of hydration for the animals that currently drank from the edge. There were gazelles standing in rows sipping at the edge of the hole, and zebras coming in to join them in taking in water as well. Birds of a good variety were flying in to partake in the enjoyment of the life-providing fluids, some bathing themselves in the water whilst others quenched their thirst as they dipped their beaks into the clear liquid. All in all, things seemed pretty good today.

What a shame the mood was to be soured rather poorly.

An enraged bellow howl from behind the small menagerie of life was the marker for an abrupt end to their peaceful drinking, for a 20 foot tall armored giraffe was currently rushing his way towards the watering hole. Immediately, the animals that had been standing by the water’s edge scattered in all directions, the birds shooting off into the sky while the gazelles and zebras ran away in full scale retreat. Letting out another bellow as the other animals fled the scene, the Clavus huffed bitterly as he approached the watering hole.

Musth was a terrible thing to deal with, the likes of which currently plagued the armor plated giraffe. For the past several days he’d been a terrible menace to the native fauna in this part of the land, terrorizing the smaller inhabitants and killing many in his hormone-induced rampage. Now, the normally peaceful herbivore had arrived to the watering hole to quench his own thirst, just as the other animals had just been doing. Lumbering his way over to the edge of the body of water, the Clavus proceeded to get into the awkward position needed to be able to drink. Such was the price to pay for being so tall.

Just as the Clavus was beginning to splay his forelegs outwards, however, another unexpected arrival reared his head. Further out into the watering hole, the surface of the water was pierced from beneath by a white cetacean head arising upwards. Water fell from the glorious statuesque figure as the immense whale man strode his way from the depths of the natural depression, droplets glistening on his frame as the sunlight reflected off of him. It was as though God himself had arrived to judge the Clavus’ sins.

Of course, it wasn’t the Lord, but rather the best representation of him mankind could create, the muscular behemoth known to the world simply as John. And today, he was none too pleased.

John had been enjoying the company the previous visitors to the watering hole had brought, and so the frankly rude arrival of the armored giraffe that had frightened away his guests was none too appreciated. Thus, the beefy whale man decided to try and get the Clavus to shove off, his hands on his hips as he glared at the four legged scoundrel before him.

For many sane creatures, the very sight of a 20 foot tall anthropomorphic whale giving them an angry look would be more than sufficient in scaring them away. The Clavus, however, was not in the right mindset to be frightened so easily. Musth clouding his better judgement, the giraffe just saw yet another target to vent his frustrations upon. So instead, the Clavus stamped the ground angrily as he bellowed in response, ready to charge.

John could plainly see that his newfound foe would not back down, and quietly sighed. The Clavus wished to fight. So be it.

His four limbs pushing him forwards, the Clavus began to charge towards John, ready for bloodshed.



Water was launched upwards as the giraffe splashed his way into the watering hole, John standing tall as his quadrupedal foe gunned for him. His neck muscles tensing, the Clavus swung his head around, swinging his cranium downwards to slam his mace-like chin into his foe. Imagine the giraffe’s surprise when John’s left hand shot upwards right as the quadruped was in the midst of bringing down his neck to initiate his attack. Instead of dashing out John’s brain with his chin, the Clavus found himself with his neck caught by John’s big beefy hand.

His eyes widened in surprise at this turn of events, the Clavus struggled to pull his neck free, but John’s grip was steadfast as he held on tightly. The whale man’s teeth were clenched in pain, however, for the spikes lining the ungulate’s neck had stabbed into his palm; blood was currently trickling out from between his hand and the Clavus’ armored neck. Despite the injury sustained, though, John was unwilling to let his opponent go free as his right hand came up, grabbing tightly onto the Clavus’ shoulder. The surprise that the herbivore in question had already been feeling only intensified as he found himself being pulled from the ground.

Heaving his opponent over his shoulder, John straight up hurled the Clavus through the air, the quadruped’s measly 3 ton weight proving to be his undoing as he was tossed across the surface of the watering hole. In the brief moment that he was airborne, the Clavus could do nothing but flail his legs in utter bewilderment, before he landed down upon the water’s surface with a loud splash. Water was sent skywards as the giraffe plowed right into it like a cannonball, the armored behemoth sinking beneath the waves.

Taking in a deep breath as his palm still bleed from his opponent’s defenses, John began to wade out into the deeper part of the watering hole, the immense biped moving with caution as he kept his gaze firmly upon the section of water that the Clavus had been yeeted into. Sure enough, the giraffe in question managed to arise from the depths, his long neck doing well to keep his head above the water as he coughed and sputtered. Droplets fell from his frame as he swung his enraged glare over to John, before the ungulate began to charge again. Small waves were churned up as the Clavus made his approach towards the snow white whale once more, albeit his movement was slowed down considerably by the deeper water. Standing ever strong in the face of danger, John simply put up his dukes and prepared himself.

This time, the Clavus swung upwards with his right foreleg, the hoofed limb ripping through the water as it made an effort to impact against John’s frame. To his credit, the beefy boy brought his left arm forward in self-defense, letting his muscular arm withstand the blow delivered by the Clavus’ kick. Punch? Whatever. Pain shot up through John’s frame from where the hit had landed; there’d be a large bruise left in the impact zone. The whale ape toughened through the attack, though, as he retaliated with a swing of his right arm as he took a step forward, punching the Clavus’ left shoulder and making the giraffe lurch to the side in response.

Moving quickly before the Clavus could recover, John surged forward through the water with large strides, his muscular hands reaching outwards as they grabbed onto the unarmored side of the quadruped’s neck. Shoving hard against his armored enemy, John’s vastly superior weight proved advantageous as he successfully pushed the Clavus off his hooves, sending the herbivore once more beneath the waves. Pinning his foe down underwater, John's strategy was simple but effective: keep his opponent’s head beneath the waves until he drowned. It might’ve seemed cruel for some, but the whale man was willing to try such a tactic if meant putting down this foe of his.

Understandably, the Clavus was struggling wildly with as much strength as he could muster to free himself from a potential watery grave. His hooved limbs kicked and squirmed with a panicked, wild frenzy. Several times, his forelimbs manage to land blows upon John’s side, the likes of which made the whale man wince in pain more and more. Each impact brought out a loud smack as the biped’s white skin was violently assaulted, bruises forming from the painful blows. Though John was able to initially power through each of the Clavus’ panicked blows, soon the whale man was unable to shrug off anymore of the pain.

With one last kick to the side, John was forced to release his grip, the bipedal cetacean recoiling as he clutched one of his growing bruises. Freed, the Clavus arose to his feet, his head escaping the water as he gasped and choked for air, his burning lungs demanding a much needed intake of oxygen. For a moment, both opponents glared at one another as they recollected themselves. John was taking a moment to handle the pain of the attacks dealt to his unarmored frame, and the Clavus was busy regaining his wind as he recovered from being nearly drowned.

After a moment of this, the Clavus let out another bellow of rage, yet again proceeding to charge as the simple minded herbivore wanted nothing more than to smash apart his enemy’s skull. Despite his bruised bulk, John was more than willing to continue on with the battle, his fists clenched as he simply glared at his quadrupedal foe.

This time, the Clavus wouldn’t even get the chance to attempt any form of attack, for John was now quicker on the draw. Utilizing his melon, the beefy whale sent out a sonar blast, the wall of sound slamming into the incoming ungulate. Taken off-guard by this unexpected attack, the Clavus was rendered stunned as he came to an abrupt halt, staggering through the water as he struggled to regain his bearings. Seizing the opportunity, John strode through the waves as he closed in on his quadrupedal foe.

Dazed by the sonar, Clavus felt John’s left hand grab onto his snout, and his right on his lower jaw, just behind his ossified club. Before the ungulate could react, John gave a hard yank with his hand, wrenching the beast’s lower jaw at an angle it was simply not designed for. Almost immediately, a sickening pop rang through the air as the Clavus’ jaw was dislocated, prompting an agonized howl to escape the herbivore. Going into a panic, the giraffe struggled wildly and managed to pull free from John’s grip as he backpedaled, his lower jaw swinging around as he moved.

Rearing up onto his hind legs, the Clavus swung wildly with his forelegs, aiming to deck John overhead with his hooves and dash his brains out. The whale man, though, brought up his own beefy arms in retaliation, grabbing onto the ungulate’s forelimbs. Restrained by his cetacean foe, and unable to wrestle against the significantly heavier statue of muscle, Clavus was helpless as he was pulled onto his side, his head forcefully being plunged back underwater.

Tightening his grip on the Clavus’ front legs, John brought his foot down hard upon one of them, snapping the bones within like a branch as his weight was sharply brought down upon the limb. Bubbles rushed to the surface in response to the Clavus’ muffled cry of agony, all while John applied the same technique to his other foreleg and broke it as well. With his opponent’s forelimbs rendered useless, John resumed his previous attempt at execution as he quickly reached down, grabbing onto the Clavus’ head just as the latter had tried raising it above the water.

Shoving the giraffe’s head back beneath the water’s surface and pinning it down, John closed his eyes as the Clavus struggled in a desperate panic. But with his front legs broken, the armored giraffe this time had no means of fighting back against his executioner as oxygen was robbed from him. Straining to escape his bipedal enemy’s grip and regain air, the Clavus eventually ended up inhaling a spout of water, his lungs flooding with the liquid as he remained a victim of John’s powerful clutches.

What had once been a giver of life to the Clavus now took life away from him as he soon drowned.

Bubbles stopped coming to the surface as the Clavus’ struggles came to an end, his bodily functions forever halting. Slowly releasing his grip on his fallen foe’s head, John stood up as he turned away from the slain herbivore. A solemn look was blatantly present on the whale man’s face as his gaze was turned downwards. He had won, but had it really been worth it?

Dissatisfied with his deed, John left the watering hole behind, to separate himself from his actions today.

Winner: John
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Match 188: Panzerjager vs Murkmire Gerranous

Perpetual darkness.

That was what most creatures would experience within the vast cavern that the Murkmire Gerranous resided within. But as the disconcerting-looking chimera lacked any sort of eyes, the lack of light simply had no bearing on his ability to discern his surroundings. His long arms raised overhead, his thin fingers constantly tapped away at the surrounding rock whenever he were to move around, aiding in his ability to map out his environment. To understand this, imagine being blindfolded and having to figure out where you were going by tapping on everything with your fingertips. That is how the Murkmire do.

Normally the sunless devil would be found prowling the Dread Swamps within the Underbelly, but this particular specimen made his home in the open wound of Mother Nature’s flesh, the broad interior giving plenty of space for the Murkmire to waddle about. At least for the time being, this cave proved to be a sufficient home for the eyeless Gerranous, and he was content with residing here.

Unfortunately for the sunless devil, fate had other plans.

Stepping his way carefully over the rocky terrain, a Panzerjager was exploring the cavernous insides of the earth. Having recently killed the previous owner of this section of the land, the tusked tyrannosaur decided to investigate this cave after having caught an unfamiliar scent wafting from the entrance of the hollow. He’d no idea whether the source of the foreign smell still remained within the interior of the cavernous biome, but either way, he wasn’t feeling keen on letting a potential threat reside in his newfound domain.

Keeping his senses tuned, Panzerjager proceeded to enter the cave, beginning to make his way into the darkness.

Dark, darker, yet darker. The enveloping blanket of gloom and penumbra suffocated the light and left in its place an eerieness that would unnerve many who’d dare attempt to go spelunking within the old cavern. But it would perhaps be the Murkmire Gerranous that would guarantee a distinct lack of tourists that had the gall, or lack of self-preservation, to try exploring the cave’s interior. Seeing the twisted gothic caricature of a Gerranous waddling its way to greet you within the enrapturing darkness could really give you an awful fright, if not shatter your already fragile sanity.

Panzerjager, though, was undaunted by the rapidly decreasing light being sucked away by the growing murk as he stepped further and further into the cave. All of his senses were kept at full alert as he moved cautiously through the expansive tunnel. His ears took note of any and all subtle noises being generated not by his own volition. His nostrils parted as he breathed in the damp cave air, following the scent of the unknown beast he currently stalked. His eyes pierced into the dark, attempting to discern living things from the surrounding inanimate shapes of stone that he passed by.

Further down into the cave, Murkmire shifted in his stance. He hadn’t yet heard the incoming intruder, and yet could detect his presence. In place of the common Gerranous’ helmet, his head sported a ridge covered in heat-sensing pits, and thanks to this manmade adaptation, he promptly took note of the large body heat that had entered his cave and was drawing closer and closer. Such an occurrence was not acceptable in his eyes, or in this case lack thereof. He would have to dispose of this intruder, whether it be prey or a threat.

Turning his four-legged posture towards the incoming heat, Murkmire began his waddling gait, seeking to intercept the source.

The scent of the unknown creature was growing quickly stronger. Panzer realized this as his eyes narrowed, seeking out any possible signs of whatever it was he was looking for. Alas, the darkness worked against him, robbing him of any visual cues. Even still, the bipedal hunter had the sense that the unknown entity he aimed to find was still residing in this cave, and so he pressed on, hurrying his pace.

Indeed, in just a moment more, both predators would soon reach one another, albeit Panzer would find Murkmire sooner than vice versa due to the latter’s slow stride.

As he walked through the valley of the shadow of death, Panzer took a look at his surroundings and realized he wasn’t alone. Straining his ears, he could hear the subtle, but nevertheless noticeable, sound of footsteps ringing through the cavernous walls. More importantly, it sounded as though the steps in question were actively drawing closer, coming his way. A low growl rising from his throat, Panzerjager hastened his stride, eager to finally locate that which he’d been searching for.

A few more steps was all it took for Panzer to finally see it. It being an utterly bizarre quadrupedal form emerging out from the further depths of the blinding darkness as it slowly waddled its way forth. The beast had no eyes, a pair of sizable horns curling out from where they’d otherwise reside. The arms emerging from its back tapped lightly on the surrounding geology with their long fingers, a sight that might prove disconcerting for a human. For Panzer, it just looked weird. He had no idea what this newfound target was, but he already hated it. He was definitely going to have to rid himself of this unwelcome resident.

Murkmire couldn’t see the Panzer, but he knew he had finally crossed paths with the intruder, for he could still sense the large mass of body heat that stood only a short distance away from him. The newcomer was big, bigger than what he was typically comfortable with confronting. Normally, the blind chimera would have tried to avoid possible confrontation, but the situation at hand put him in a position he had no other means of getting out of. It was to be via combat that Murkmire had any hope of getting out of this, and if that were to be the case, then so be it.

Letting out a baying roar, Panzerjager charged, while Murkmire gave a hissing snarl in reply and stood his ground, lacking the speed to meet his opponent and so bracing himself for the collision.



His muscular legs propelling him across the rocky ground, his talons making clicking noises every time they came within contact with the stone caked terrain, Panzer lowered his head downwards. This action brought his curved tusks lower to the stone floor to the point where they could almost touch it, but not quite, for the tusked tyrannosaur had a comparatively softer target for them to interact with. Futilely did Murkmire let out a haunting shriek in an ultimately fruitless effort to repel his enemy’s advance, but his warning metaphorically fell on deaf ears.

Closing the distance between them in just a few strides, Panzer sharply swung his head upwards, bringing his tusks rising vertically through the air. Lacking the means of seeing it coming, Murkmire was incapable of providing a counterattack as Panzer’s tusks speared their way into the flesh around his neck and shoulder regions. Howling aloud, the sunless devil found himself being raised upwards off the ground under no volition of his own. Panzerjager pushed against his blind foe, his tusks lifting the front half of the beast off the rocky floor as their tips remained punctured within his scaly hide.

Trickles of blood ran their way down Panzer’s tusks as Murkmire flailed his forelimbs helplessly. Pleased with his work, the tyrannosaurus gave a broad swing of his head, tossing aside the sunless devil as the latter was forcibly freed from his larger enemy’s curved tusks. Unfortunately for Murkmire, the blind chimera ended up landing hard upon his right side, his feathered arm receiving the brunt of the impact as the bones within the limb were promptly crushed beneath his own weight.

Another agonized howl escaped Murkmire as he struggled to right himself. His right arm hung limply from his back as he arose, the limb bent at a disconcerting angle. Pain radiated from the broken damaged region, flaring up at its worst right where the bones had been crushed and spreading out in weaker waves throughout the remainder of the limb. Unfortunately for Murkmire, the sunless devil was not granted the time needed to recuperate from such an excruciating experience, for Panzer was already pressing his assault as he charged forth, his toothy jaws parted as he howled with bloodlust.

Just as Murkmire Gerranous had gotten his feet beneath himself, Panzerjager’s tyrannosaurian jaws clamped down shut upon his neck. Another pained cry escaped the blind chimera as his enemy’s teeth, aided by the strength of their owner’s jaws, punctured into the loose skin of his neck. Imagine Panzer’s surprise, though, when, instead of finishing off his quarry then and there, three different things happened.

Firstly, Murkmire’s neck skin was loose, enough so that though Panzer’s teeth successfully cut into the flesh surrounding that region of his foe’s body, scraping against the osteoderms, his bite simply did not gain as much of a grip on him as he’d anticipated. Secondly, the flesh itself was foul; the poison that permeated Murkmire’s tissues resulting in him possessing a flavor that no sensible carnivore would wish to try after the first experimental taste, lest they deal with the side effects of such a frankly idiotic decision. The thick mucus secreted by the sunless devil’s skin certainly help matters when it came to disagreeing with Panzer’s palate.

Thirdly, and this was the most noteworthy moment for Panzerjager, when the tyrannosaur’s jaws clamped down upon Murkmire’s neck, his upper jaw had come down upon the spines lining the top of his scruff. Thus, upon impact, the spines in question had splintered apart, piercing the roof of his mouth and stabbing into his defenseless flesh. This in turn caused sharp pain to shoot up through Panzer’s mouth, blood promptly being drawn from where the fractured points embedded themselves into the vulnerable tissue.

Thus, Panzerjager was forced to release his toothy hold on Murkmire Gerranous’ neck as he shrieked painfully, trickles of blood dripping from his parted mouth. To his credit, Murkmire was able to take advantage of this moment to arise to his paws. Where the tyrannosaur had bitten into his neck, a flap of skin hung down and dangled around in the air. With the loose skin having been torn away, a patch of Murkmire’s neck was exposed, revealing the red flesh and osteoderms beneath, though little blood escaped the wound. Oh, it certainly hurt, but it was an injury that the sunless devil was able to endure.

Awkwardly turning, Murkmire brought his long tail swinging around, angling his body as the limb came swaying through the air. During this time, Panzer was busy dealing with the unexpected pain that came his way when biting his blind foe. The spines that remained lodged in the roof of his mouth hurt something fierce, and where they stuck, the irritated flesh itched terribly. So distracted was he, and so dark it was, the tusked tyrannosaur didn’t realize what Murkmire was up to even as the latter’s incoming tail drew near.

With a distinct smack, Murkmire’s spike tipped tail slammed against the right side of Panzer’s head, his spikes scraping against the latter’s black scales. Almost at once, Panzer instinctively flinched and recoiled, stepping away from his horned enemy in response. Drawing back in such a manner was more out of surprise than anything else, for though the blow to his head had failed to surpass his formidable defenses, it was nevertheless an unexpected attack that had come dangerously close to his eye. As such, the ebony theropod reacted like how many creatures with common sense would act and reeled from the sudden blow.

Fortunate to have been given at least some breathing space, Murkmire Gerranous turned himself around to face his opponent, his heat-sensing pits guiding him to properly ‘look’ at the tusked carnivore. Adrenaline pumped its way through his veins, aiding in his ability to still stand and fight in spite of his injuries. If he was to win or otherwise survive, the sunless devil would need to bust out his best weapon for this situation. Lest he fall by his enemy’s wicked weaponry.

Pumping as hard as he could with his stocky limbs, Murkmire sprinted, or rather, waddled, fiercely for Panzer, pointing his horns forward as he made his best attempt at charging. Even with his abysmal speed, the short distance to close meant that the sunless devil nevertheless was able to quickly draw near the tyrannosaur. Blinking as he shook his head, Panzerjager took note of the outline of his blind enemy charging even in the surrounding darkness and decided it’d be in his interest to stop him from pressing his assault any further.

Striding his way forth, just as Murkmire had reached him, Panzerjager swung hard with his left arm, raking his arms across the top of the sunless devil’s horns with such strength that Murkmire was nearly forcefully planted face first into the stony ground. A terrible scraping noise rang through the air, echoing through the cave and making both monsters pause briefly from the almost painful volume. A series of gashes had been spread across the Murkmire’s horns, reminiscent of a farmer’s hoe digging shallow trenches in which seeds were to be planted. The tyrannosaur’s blow would not stop Murkmire’s attempt for an attack, however, as the eyeless Gerranous would resume his charge.

Before Panzer could take another swipe at his enemy, Murkmire plowed his horns against the theropod’s abdomen as he barreled into him. At once, the sunless devil unleashed a strong discharge of electricity that rapidly traversed his body. His horns serving as a conduit, the chimera’s voltaic might promptly came into contact with Panzer’s black skin, spreading across his frame as Murkmire Gerranous pumped out his electrical fury. Such lightning discharge packed enough volts that even a beast five times Murkmire’s size would be rendered paralyzed from its power, and even if they were to survive the shocking experience without succumbing to their heart shutting down, they’d suffer painful muscle spasms for hours subsequently.

And it had absolutely no effect on Panzerjager.

The black tyrannosaur just blinked as he remained standing tall. Not only had the sunless devil’s collision with him failed to make him yield, but the electricity he’d released from his body accomplished nothing against his rubbery hide. One might find the Murkmire’s ultimately futile attempt at bringing down his opponent admirable. Panzer simply deemed it annoying.

Parting his jaws, Panzerjager gave a discharge of his own best weapon, releasing a torrent of acid from his toothy maw. Never expecting to both realize his opponent was unfazed by his electricity and anticipate a newfound form of retaliation, Murkmire gave a horrid screech as the burning chemicals splashed across his back. The flesh exposed to the acids burned and corroded away, the osteoderms beneath sizzling as the muscles fried. The skin along his back arms rapidly eroded away, adding on to the unsightly appearance being created.

Pain unlike anything he’d ever felt flooded Murkmire’s senses. His heart beat rapidly, a deep primal fear rooting itself in his animalistic mind. His best weapon was useless against Panzer. What else could he do? Desperately, Murkmire Gerranous attempted to back away, to try and flee from his tusked foe. Panzer brought his feeble efforts to a crashing halt as he clasped the sides of his eyeless head with his claws, the blades of bone digging into his skin.

Wailing, Murkmire was helpless as Panzerjager turned, pulling the sunless devil off his feet and once more falling upon his back. Raising his beefy right leg, the theropod stomped down on his foe’s side, cracking ribs beneath his sheer bulk and strength as he applied pressure to leave Murkmire squirming in a mix of fear and pain. Lowering his head downwards, Panzer made sure not to make the same mistake as before as he targeted his enemy’s neck. Opening his mouth, the tyrannosaur fired another jet of acid, spraying the noxious chemicals along the loose skin that was already burning away. The spines atop the Underbelly Gerranous’ neck sizzled and fell away, rapidly burning up as they were detached from the chimera’s skin that was eroding.

Howling and shrieking until his throat was becoming raw, Murkmire twitched and spasmed out of sheer pain as the majority of the skin on his neck was gone, exposing burned flesh and osteoderms beneath. By this point, the sunless devil had given up on trying to escape. Now, all he craved was some means of release from the terrible pain that plagued him.

Panzerjager would be more than happy to oblige.

Clamping his jaws around the scorched neck, Panzer this time had no obstacles in his way to halt his progress as he applied greater and greater pressure into his bite. Ignoring the weak cry that came from his blind quarry, the tyrannosaur gave a hard clench of his jaw muscles as he felt neck vertebrae give way in his mouth.

With a series of sickening cracks and pops, Murkmire Gerranous’ neck bones were crushed and broken, his spinal cord severed as the life was extinguished from him. In just a moment, the sunless devil was relinquished from the pain inflicted upon him, and embraced by the true eternal darkness.

Releasing his grip on his slain prey’s bloody neck, Panzerjager took a moment to relax, excess acid having been in the midst of being ‘sweated’ from his black skin. Though there was still the pain from the spines dug in his mouth, it was overridden by the satisfaction he felt from his success. He’d gained a newfound territory, and successfully defended it from a would-be threat.

Displeased by the taste of the Underbelly Gerranous’ flesh, Panzerjager left his corpse behind to rot in the very cave he’d attempted to fight for, soon exiting the earth’s cavity as he stepped blinking into the sunlit world outside.

Panzerjager took in a breath as he took in his surroundings. This was his land, his domain that he’d fight to gain the rights over, and with his latest victory came a newfound sense of confidence. Yeah, he’d done well today.

Raising his upwards, Panzerjager bellowed to the air in triumph, reminding all within hearing range of who was in charge around here.

Winner: Panzerjager
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