As Zriracha kept a careful gaze on Polarus’ expression, focused keenly on what new and expressive way he might win their little game, the Demon didn’t notice when the Arcosian had made his move – a foolish oversight on her part. Her short stubby tail twitching every which way was suddenly greeted by a new sensation as a decidedly not furry tail had come around and attempted to entwine with her own. There wasn't much there, given how short it was in comparison to the Arcosian’s, but it was enough to still the woman…
But not before giving an embarrassingly loud bleat of surprise, Zriracha slapping a hand over her mouth suddenly as if she’d actually thrown expletives and regretted it. Oh, but there was regret alright… She stared into Polarus’ eyes, face completely flushed and going redder before she shook her head and finally capitulated, though not in the manner that she imagined Polarus was hoping for. In a surprisingly trusting manner, the Demon brought both her hands up and covered her face, unable to continue their witty spar in lieu of her shameful outburst, and leaned forward to hide herself in his shoulder
Muffled behind her hands, Zriracha spoke woefully, “I surrender! You’ve won this round, you sneak.” Never, in all her life, had she been caught so unawares by a mortal that she would… would bleat of all things! Polarus
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The fact that her tail was going utterly haywire was already amusing the noble to no end, but her reaction was one that he would be unable to ever put a price on. Polarus was not expecting at all for such a simple action to be the undoing of Zriracha's unyielding attitude. It was as though someone flipped a switch the moment their two tails entwined- quite easily, may he add, her tail welcomed his embrace with little to no objection- and Zriracha changed from an unwavering presence to a flustered mess now shoved right into his shoulder. Upon hearing her bleat aloud, the Arcosian simply could not believe his ears. He understood and saw quite clearly the connections between her and the Earthly animal that was the goat species, but, he didn't actually expect for her race to take direct characteristics from the Earth species. Especially not in this sort of way. He found it, incredibly adorable if he were to be frank.
As the now beet red demonness burrowed herself into his shoulder, a low, rumbling laugh came from Polarus- not a teasing one, no not at all, but one of endearing and amused nature. He looked down at the woman and then behind her at her tail- further chuckling now coming from the noble as he was greeted by the sight of their two tails in a warm snuggle of sorts. Taking their cue, his own arms came to wrap around Zriracha, his head leaning back slightly so that he could get a better, more complete view of the woman he had assuredly beaten in this little game of theirs. At least, for now, anyways. Knowing Zriracha she'd most likely attempt to regain lost ground in one of their later meetings. He at least hoped Whisker wouldn't be present to witness such things then.
Allowing for a couple more chuckles as she distressfully announced her loss, but at the same time promising to indeed regain her dignity at a later date, Polarus began to gently pat at the top of her head- running a hand comfortingly through her hair as he said in a bit of a teasing tone, "While you may have no idea of what you do to me, I seem to have a quite clear gaze as to what I am able to do to you. But, nonetheless, you put up a ravishing defense. I commend you for your efforts, but-"
Using his other free hand, he attempted to gently tip her head up by the chin- wanting to have a clear look into her face directly as he finished by saying, "-A King takes what he wants. And you, are no exception."
Gradually, she had begun to recollect her composure and slow her thudding heartbeat; she felt the consoling pat on the back of her head and, though she felt a surge of offense at being treated so childishly, the Satyr could only admonish herself and mentally calm down. Act like a child, be treated as one – as her father would say. It was quite calming, all the same… Listening to his words and, admittedly, feeling a stoke of shame as he verbally reiterated his affect on her, Zriracha would blink in shock as he raised her face to look directly into his own. It was a simple, if a bit outlandish, claim but one that had the Demon swallow with difficulty as a wave of almost dizzying emotion washed over her.
“I-… You-!” She stammered, face flushing once more as she struggled with the myriad of feelings. She was offended that he would think of her as something to take… and in the same breath, honored that he would consider her worthy of such attention and value. And underneath it all, there was an underlying bubble of boiling rebellion; he believed that he could take what he wanted, did he? Her? A Demon of Demon realm that walked the land of mortals with merciful curiosity?
It was like a flip was switched, then, and the deep red of her face brightened because of a different reason. Her voice was coy, yet held a dangerous tone of amusement, “’No exception’, you say?” Her lips curled upwards into a grin, her the darkness of her shadow beginning to fluctuate and appear to take on a mind of it’s own, laughing silently with it’s head thrown back. “My dear Polarus,” She began, gently bringing a hand up to hold his own. “I’m afraid I have led you on to believe that an asset such as I am… easy to attain. My apologies,” Her grip tightened. “Do you believe yourself... powerful enough to take me?” Her red eyes flashed dangerously, then - a challenge clear in her eyes as she knew exactly how she desired to test the King's ambition and, more important, worthiness to her whims.
This wasn't merely a one-time favor that might culminate to a frivolous and fleeting encounter. No, his intentions by desiring her company ran a little deeper than that. She could tell he desired her companionship - whether or not that desire for companionship seeked deeper roots to cling to... well, she would find out soon enough. Polarus
'This was, not the effect I wanted.' Polarus' confident gaze suddenly broke from the realization that he had been treating Zriracha like an item for the last couple of interactions- a now guilt ridden expression overtaking his face as he started to try and attempt some damage control, saying in a bit of an ashamed tone, "Z-Zriracha, I, ah.." He stopped himself though as he saw the renewed fire within the demonness' gaze. A sigh of relief left him as he realized she knew what he meant and wasn't misinterpreting his attempts at showing her how much he valued her presence for nothing but momentary usage. She was so much more than someone for just the moment- and Polarus never was one to value the short term over the long term. So, as Zriracha began to challenge him once more, that familiar blaze suddenly being lit aflame once more within her pupils, the fearsome yet fair ruler grinned slightly- his eyes widening at the sight of her own shadow also taking upon the duty of intimidating the Arcosian and displaying both their owner's and theirs superiority. He didn't realize shadows could also be of magical descent, but that wasn't really the point.
It seemed that the demonness finally remembered exactly the main difference between the two. One being mortal, and the other being essentially im-mortal. However, Polarus didn't really think of that as something to boast too much about, nor as something to write down as a debilitating characteristic. In fact, if anything, it only gave the royal greater confidence, that such a being would be interested in the meddlings of the mortal realm and perhaps even entertain the idea of a mortal being able to stand to her own standards. Besides, Polarus was naught just a regular mortal being.
If he was, then why invest so much into him thus far then?
Now interlocking his fingers with hers, the grip becoming ever tighter, Polarus began to retort, a sudden invisible pressure now being exerted from the Arcosian as he spoke in a more regal, dare he say superior tone, "As, I, said, a king takes whatever, and whomever he wants. Do you think me to be a blustering fool only stuck within the present? You and I both know this goes without saying, that I handle the long term with much more urgency than the short term. And you, you are someone that I plan on holding onto as long as my mortal body can." Wrapping his tail further around her own, his red, magma like aura slowly began to appear around himself- nothing too overpowering, but a still present force to add to the pressuring aura he now began to exert.
Pulling her even closer to him, his free hand wrapping itself around her waist to further entrap her, Polarus continued, "That is, of course not to say, you are easy in nature, no- I wouldn't take such an interest in you if this were the case. But, whether you mean through battle or through other means I can assure you that my presence is, overwhelming, in nature."
Even if he wasn't stronger than his opponent, he could sure as hell act as if it were otherwise.
"This is not a simple, what is it that the humans call it? One night stand? You know that this is something much more intimate."
And even if he wasn't as, say, experienced as the other, there was no reason that he couldn't himself be just as silver tongued as she.
Oh, his manner of speech was one of the many aspects of his personality that Zriracha zealously enjoyed – even more so when he played his cards bold enough to nearly instill a sense of apprehension – though that wasn’t quite what she was feeling, either. It was positive, she was certain but in a… confrontational manner? She glanced at their fingers, interlocked by the noble himself, before returning her gaze to his own as he made to make a statement. She didn’t miss the expression of worry just seconds before he regained his confidence. His words elicited another powerful escalation of her heart rate, reading well into the meaning as she unconsciously bit into her bottom lip.
Oh, I will be sure to make certain your mortal body is quite taxed… Though she kept such scandalous thought to herself. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, but she allowed his tail to embrace her own more tightly. Her muscles tensed but allowed the hand at her waist to bring her closer to his body. All actions she allowed but not without taking note of every physical tick of the Arcosian’s form. Once more, Zriracha was assailed by the sheer abundance of confidence that… at this point, was equal parts endearing and tiresome.
At his final statement, bordering suspiciously on an admission, the Demon would take great pleasure in the complimentary manner in which their bodies meshed. Unyielding muscular planes pressed closely to her feminine (but still no less toned) curves and all of this… because he was making a point with his bravado… Face sparsely inches apart, Zriracha would glance down at his lips in silent contemplation – a soft ‘Mmm’, passing through closed lips a moment later before she leaned close to him.
Slowly, tortuously, the Satyr would move her face passed his own to press her cheek to his, whispering an almost imperceptible phrase, “Prove it to me, then.” And before she could stop herself from losing what nerve she possessed, Zriracha leaned back to place a very heated kiss upon his lips before she placed her hand at his chest and ignited the fires of her magic. Hopefully, it would be enough to distract him – should the kiss not be distraction enough – to release her and bound backwards out of his reach. Polarus
While his outer appearance remained stoic evermore, inside, it was as though a fire had been lit and was raging wildly within him- his heartbeat also quickening a few ticks faster, his feelings shifting and churning constantly with each slight movement and every breath taken. This was not the ideal situation to be in, where Polarus was not handily managing every going on within the circumstances of which they've found themselves in. Now, it was though they were stuck within a standstill, each person having done all they could to try and derail the other, at least everything within relative reason has been done. Although Polarus still held one victory over her, he was quite reluctant to let it go so quickly after, but the fact that Zriracha was so relentless within her pursuit and defense was beginning to chip away at the Arcosians endurance. And while he did say through battle or through other means he would prove to be more than she could handle, the royal started to wonder if it would have been easier to subdue her through combat rather than mental coy and cunning such as this, as he has never encountered someone on such an even playing field such as this.
As Zriracha spoke no words for a couple of moments, her apparently admiring the close vicinity of which they found themselves in, Polarus realized that this was a great miscalculation on his part. The very places wherein Zriracha found her greatest success in making Polarus lose his head was within physical interaction, and now it was as though the Arcosian had all but put the loaded gun to his head. Although, he would be lying if he didn't admit he enjoyed the proximity between the two just as much as she did- the twos physical features fitting together like two perfectly produced puzzle pieces. As she seemingly purred in delight at the sight of his lips, Polarus flinched- his composure with each second past becoming harder and harder to maintain.
It all came to a boiling point as she leaned right into him, both of his arms now spreading apart to his sides in shock as she whispered into his ear a challenge, his eyes widening in surprise. Was she proposing they settle this in fisticuffs within the very heart of the city-? Such a notion was nonsense-! He was about to reply with something coy when all of the sudden-
He felt nothing but the weighted heat of her lips on his, everything else melting away as his mind solely focused on the oh-so-euphoric feeling it brought him as they for a moment closed the distance between eachother- only for Zriracha to rip away so soon afterward, leaving a now completely reddened and panting Polarus with a strange burning sensation on his face and chest. She was a good kisser, then, it seemed. His mind a muddled mess, unable to focus on anything besides what had just occurred, as well as the now growing burning feeling upon his chest. Zrirachas use of her magic did allow for her to be able to bound away with relative ease, with Polarus now focusing on the searing feeling laid upon his chest. After beating at it for a couple moments with his closed fist, a now livid expression was placed upon his normally cooled and collected features.
No one would make a love-sick fool out of he of all people-!
Letting out a now authoritative yell, he began to shift himself into his true form once more- his power creating a vacuum like effect to the immediate area around him as everything began to circle in toward Polarus, body bulking up to incredible levels and his pre-existing shoulder spikes lengthening in swift manner as several more spikes around his body sprouted to join them. His bellowing shout only increased in magnitude as his own red malefic aura appeared around him, the very ground shaking beneath his feet as a frighteningly bright light now encompassed the entirety of the area around him- and as the glow slowly began to fade, Polarus stood there, within his true form, his mask strangely absent for a couple moments until he spoke, one more threat and perhaps allusion to something more, depraved, as he said in a much more regal tone,
"Well then, ready to kneel?"
Bio-armor face mask now covering his face, his transformation was now fully complete- and the Arcosian moved forward at impossibly fast speeds as he was intent on catching right back up with the delectably entertaining demonness, fist stretched outward in front of him with the intention of catching her cleanly in the abdomen, guiding her backward with the force of the blow and most likely fast enough that within a few moments they would have left the city grounds, now finding themselves in the outer pasture around it. If she wanted a piece of what he had so badly, then she would find that she had bitten off more than she could chew.
From the generous distance she’d afforded between them, Zriracha watched on as Polarus beat at his chest to rid himself of the fire, the action bringing amusement to her as she cocked her head coolly to the side. His power was rising, likely to return back to that intimidating form that towered over her own and… hopefully show her that she was quite wrong. As the transformation shook the area around them, debris and such being sucked into the vortex, Zriracha would have no trouble keeping herself grounded with the solid weight of her hooves. His declaration had a rush of chills go down her spine, quickly followed by a rush she hadn’t been able to follow before she was caught in the gut and thrown back by the force of it. “Ugh-!”
As she soared outside of the city and landed among the rocks and rubble of a nearby pasture, the Demon would note with negligence that she would hardly be able to teach Polarus a lesson if she held back. With a shake of her head as pebbles and dirt fell from her face, she leaned up and looked over at the Arcosian with an ever-present smirk, “Impressive,” She recognized, getting to her hooves as he came into view. “I was worried you wouldn’t have it in you to try and attack me, but now I see that I was fortunately wrong.” She rolled her neck to the left and right, shoulder rolling along just moments after as she rubbed her stomach. With a wink, she held up her hand and produced a small coin with an intricate design similar to the earrings she’d bought earlier.
She glanced at it, lips twitching wider into a grin before she looked back up at him, “We’ll see who kneels, Polarus.”
And with a sudden motion, crushed the floating coin into her palm. Polarus would feel her power rising if he had any ability to sense energy or a scouter that which to measure the degrees. The whites of her eyes bled completely black, leaving the red of her iris and pupils to glow effervescently. The horns that reached behind her would elongate and curl until the points were just to the outside of her cheeks – little flames igniting within the curved holes.
With her power at it’s height for their battle, and more than an equal match for the Noble, Zriracha lower herself into a stance, “Show me the power of your pride!” She declared and, spurned on by the first ‘punch’, bounded at Polarus in a rush with a signature headbutt aimed squarely at the bio-gem above his brow. Polarus
Makyo Star Power Activated with the Devil Coin (Devil lamp) Current PL: 212,000 KP: 3/3
Momentarily looking around to ensure no civilian would get caught in the oncoming crossfire, Polarus then quickly returned his attention to his opponent before him- eyes narrowing as he could sense within his gut that Zriracha most likely had something up her sleeve. She wouldn't act so coy with such an opponent if she didn't have some sort of equalizer within her grasp. The smirk that the demonness now wore upon her face only helped to irk the now growing competitive nature of the Arcosian's- the noble now wanting nothing more than to wipe such a cocky grin off her smug face. Mark his words, Polarus Wintergreen would be the one to, how do the humans put it? 'Wear the pants' in this relationship? What a strange saying, he would have to inquire exactly how many of these phrases and sayings were made from Lao once this was all said and done. The production of the coin now in Zriracha's grip suddenly snapped Polarus back to attention, his eyes watching carefully as the coin gently floated just above the palm of her hand. Was this perhaps another magic trick of sorts? Another affliction of fire upon his chest? Or maybe this was a conjuration that would focus upon his mental state.. ...Polarus was unhappy to see that his guesses were all quite off the mark, as all the sudden Zriracha took the coin within her hand and crushed it with a mighty flex, Zriracha's teasing statement before transforming almost forcing out a retort from Polarus, only for him to be cut off by her transformation. While he could not sense Ki as of now, nor did he have a legitimate scouter on his person (what he had served only as a communicator, perhaps father was right, and maybe he should have brought some sort of energy sensing tech) but Polarus could tell that her power was most definitely growing.
Eyes widening at the changes made to her form, Polarus now could see the demon nature of her physicality shine true, her appearance now truly worthy of the stories human parents share to their children at night to get them to behave. Sharply tipped horns, defined musculature, and now blackened, orb-like eyes blessing her character as all the sudden she gained the gall to march forward, charging at the Arcosian head on with little to no rhyme or reason. If there was anything Polarus could draw from this power increase, it was that it made her either more careless or without restraint- something a disciplined fighter like Polarus could most definitely take advantage of. It was a long shot, he knew little to nothing about what in the hell this power up did, but whatever leads he could gather from it were still leads that he could potentially follow to an overall victory.
As Zriracha charged straight at the Frost Demon unit, Polarus allowed for her to get close enough to try for the headbutt- only to find that Polarus' own head also slammed into hers as his form of a response, the force of the impact sending a ringing through his helmeted head, but knowing that a blow must have surely affected Zriracha as well. As both had wisely put it, two could play at this game.
Knowing that psychological warfare was just as important as the physical part, and also noting that their little game was yet to cease, Polarus used the incredibly short distance between their faces to his advantage, teasingly saying in a deep, gritty, and teasing tone as he stared directly into her dark, olive like eyes, "It seemed as though you wanted to be this close again. Looking for seconds, are we-?"
Using Zrirachas surprise, well, assuming that there would be surprise to be taken advantage of, Polarus would then quickly grab her by the waist to further fluster and confuse her. Only to have his other hand grip her by the horns and violently slam her into the ground beneath him- several looping left hooks to the body greeting her swiftly after if he had successfully entrapped her within the soil for a bit. After a couple hits, the Arcosian immediately backed up- knowing not to get too greedy.
Now standing once again a couple yards away from Zriracha, he scoffed, saying aloud in a commanding and unimpressed tone, "What, is that all you can muster? Where's all that bravado?" One may point out that Polarus was acting a bit big headed for someone who prides himself on not falling to hubris within battle, as well as in a situation where he was outgunned by a noticeable margin. However, this was simply another attempt at mental chess- hoping to incite Zriracha into further impulsive action rather than giving her time to calm herself and potentially conjure up a scheme that could best even he. Not to say that he thought she was smarter than him (his pride wouldn't allow him to admit such a thing), but, there was a reason beyond her ravishing physical image that he found himself so captivated with her. KP 3/3, Damage Total: 0%.
The Satyr felt her blood began to boil, almost painfully as their heads smashed together, her fangs bared in a gnarled grin. She wasn’t expecting Polaris to match her attack with a noggin as hard as her own, but that just impressed her all the more. More over, his inciting words lit a different kind of flame that had her chuckle darkly, “Is that an invitation?” She purred, ready to bring it to the next as he pulled her closer, when she found her horn suddenly grasped by a hand. Eyes widening, she released a grunt of pain as he slammed her into the ground and proceeded to pummel her sides. Cowardly! She noted with a wince of pain before grasping the ground with her hands and – using her momentum, flipping herself over to land upon her hooves.
She shook the dirt from her horns, snarling now as he toed that line of arrogance, “MY bravado? Mighty tough words coming from an underhanded fool, wouldn’t you say?” She snorted to the side, however, finishing, “But let it not be said that I don’t deliver. Come now…” Zriracha hissed darkly, “Let’s leave the teasing at the DOOR!” And rushed at Polaris with dangerous speed, bounding upward with her legs tucked under her before throwing both of her hooves into his face as black flames ignited around them. If they connected, he would face a mighty painful explosion.
Used Blaze II (66% PL) to attempt dealing 139,920 in damage KP: 1/3Polarus
She was just, never satisfied was she-!? With the added power came a bit of an added boldness to her persona, was what Polarus could further deduce as Zriracha was still very much able to retort just as well as she had been able to within their previous interactions within the city that was now miles behind them. With Polarus once again thankful that his mask was able to hide his lingering red flush as he proceeded to slam Zriracha into the floor, his already aforementioned onslaught then occurring just as swimmingly as he had desired it to. However, the continued threat of being caught off-guard by Zriracha's flirty nature was still a danger that he all the more needed to keep a close eye on. If he was to be later affected in such a way in a much more meaningful battle later on (Not that this little scuffle was at all not meaningful, it most definitely was to the two of them) it could be the difference between life and death for himself, or even, dare he say, Whisker or even Zriracha herself! This would be a good gauge then of how much control he would need to gain for future conflict.
A mock hurt expression appeared on the Arcosian's features (Hard to see with, again, the mask shielding any expressions to be shown) as he retorted in a jokingly offended voice, "An underhanded fool? My, my, Zriracha, you yourself may have been wondering if I was able to hurt you, but vice versa? I cannot believe you could say such things!" It seemed as though his methods of infuriation were working their charm though if Zriracha was getting frustrated to the point where she was taking his verbal bait.
Although, that small victory didn't last for very long- as a look of surprise immediately encompassed the original look of hurt on his features as the superpowered Satyr woman swiftly shot back toward the Frost Demon emperor, the surprise coming from the fact that she was able to regain her senses that quickly. A quality that he silently began to admire, though, voicing such admiration would be slightly inappropriate at the moment considering the circumstances.
Knowing that Zriracha would never yield so easily to playground insults and beating around the bush in terms of combat, Polarus decided that he would need to, pull out all the stops, as Lao would say, in order to get this done. So, as the demonness made her approach, galloping toward him at frighteningly fast speeds, Polarus simply stood there, waiting for her onslaught- standing up straight with an air of defiant superiority as her hooves did indeed collide right into his face- a dark, smog colored explosion an aftereffect of the impact, shaking the immediate grounds around them to their very core.
One would expect that Polarus would most definitely have felt that one at least, perhaps even staggered slightly, but as the dust cleared and the smoke done away with, all that was left was the Impervious Emperor himself, still within his standing position.
Of course he was indeed hurt from such a blow- his tail slightly shivering from the sheer pain he now was feeling from taking such an attack head on, and a lightheaded feeling suddenly clouding his thinking for several more moments. But, thankfully, his race had endurance and durability beyond compare- and he was able to utilize that, along with his sheer will to completely overpower Zriracha's attack. Though, his head still was slightly spinning, mind you.
After a few seconds of allowing this realization to sink in, Polarus spoke in a cold, judgmental tone as he harshly gripped her by the leg, saying, as his eyes narrowed, "Was that supposed to hurt?"
Then, Polarus attempted to put her away with a swift, magma clad backhand- the sound of the impact echoing painfully across the pastures as he then attempted to use her momentary shock to follow up with a Ki-infused right hook straight into the gut.
An even larger explosion then ensued, a maliciously red color to it as he then flew backward after the initial explosion, standing a few meters away from where he had once stood, rubbing his face mask gingerly as he felt a bruise coming on.
He would at least feel that in the morning, if not now.
"I told you, a king takes what he wants," Polarus would say as he began to approach the demonness once more, a flash of worry appearing in his eyes before being replaced with a more cold, composure. "And you, my dear Zriracha, will be someone that I take with open arms. Seeing as I , believe, have proved myself capable."
'So, please, do not make this drag out any further,' was Polarus' last, unspoken thoughts about their battle, as he looked upon wherever she ended up being. He had grown, a bit soft, perhaps, and wished not to dole out anymore pain than he needed to.
KP 2/3, Blazing Magnetron thrown for 57,915 damage potential. Durability used to tank 33% of oncoming attack, for a total of 26% damage taken. Total damage percentage; 26%.
Last Edit: May 28, 2020 1:17:13 GMT -6 by Polarus: kp number
Even before the smoke had begun to clear, Zriracha knew that something wasn’t quite as it seemed when she felt Polaris grip at her leg, Hell’s below… She stared at him, time flowing as if it were nearly frozen, before she saw the backhand coming. It connected like a shockwave, snapping her head to the side from the force of it – overtaken nearly immediately by the wave of energy that washed over her. She’d have, perhaps, tried to dodge it if the Demon wasn’t so immediately shocked by the savagery in his movements. As her body was thrown from the attack, grinding along the ground, Zriracha’s mind would be more focused on the manner of his attack and speech as opposed to the pain induced by it.
She leaned up from the ground, looking at him with red eyes blazing. He… backhanded me? Like a servantly wench? She’d considered herself equals, possibly even more powerful… but to see him hardly respond at all to her attack -
She felt something bubble within her, hissing and biting like a cobra, getting back to her hooves. “Is that what you believe a King deserves? Well then, My Lord,” Her fist ignited in a wild black flame. She stared at him with a cool expression of fury as he approached, allowing her flame to stoke much stronger as her power spiked. “-Let’s test that theory. Remain standing to this, Lord Polaris, and I will consider you worthy to take my hand. Fall to me, however, and I make the rules henceforth.” She cocked her head to the side, her grin returned. “Do we have a deal?”
As her gaze met his, and the blazing fire within her pupils clashed with the icy, cold, calculative glare, a shock of realization was sent down his back as he realized exactly what his actions did entail. Polarus did his best to keep the surprise out of his gaze as he suddenly saw things from Zriracha's perspective. Their relationship up until this point was that of an even back and forth, founded on the grounds that they both knew how much they were worth in eachother's eyes, and that meant the sentiment of equality was surely felt between them. Yet such a degrading action within the form of a backhand from Polarus sort of shook that sentiment to its very core, and now further guilt grew as Zriracha voiced and showed her definite annoyance aloud in the open.
Once Zriracha returned to her hooves, Polarus remained absolute, crossing his arms as the goat-demonness suddenly regained a sense of composure to her actions, the Arcosian now tilting his head to one side in confusion as she herself now held a proposition in her grasp. Watching solely her fist for the entirety of the time that she spoke, the Impervious Emperor knew that she was attempting to harp on his displayed arrogance in order to be able to have a minute or so to herself in terms of recovery. It wasn't that hard to deduce- in fact, it would be something he would be attempting to do if the tables had been turned.
But still, while he all but wanted to do away with the childish bets, Polarus knew that if he were to prove himself worthy for Zriracha's hand, then this would most likely be the thing to set it all in stone. The logistical part of him wanted no part in it- and yearned to simply end the battle there and then with a final, ruthless blow.
However, the more emotional side to him also knew that she was playing him- and still wanted to take the bait, to further prove his worth to her.
Needless to say, the more emotional side won, and Polarus stared directly at her with a neutral expression- speaking in an even tone while he prepared himself both physically and mentally for the storm that he was most likely allowing to brew directly in front of him, "If I am to kneel to anyone's attack, then my title of King, no, of Emperor of my home-world is undeserved. So be it then!"
Now spreading his arms to the sides, muscles tensing and eyes widening as he beckoned toward Zriracha to do her worst, Polarus said aloud in a haughty, assertive voice, "Zriracha of the Chakkapak Clan! Grant me the honor of taking your hand through this trial by fire!"
KP 3/3, +1 KP for no action taken, Total Damage Percentage; 26%.
Standing across from Polaris as he accepted her challenge and, by proxy, the stakes involved, Zriracha felt a surge of pride at the male she had chosen to test, face slightly flushed as he beckoned her forward. By Chakkapak standards, Polaris was a fine specimen worthy of taking rites. However, the problem lay with the lack of respect he held for her. If he decided that she was no longer worthy of his attention, it would be a great blow to her pride as a Demon, but… survivable. If he lost and she prevailed, then they could proceed at her pace. He spoke of desiring her regardless of the result, but Zriracha still held her doubts.
We will see, She resolved, clenching fist and levitating just inches above the ground. She gave a final call to him, “The honor is granted! Do NOT fail me!” She laughed.
Wasting no more time, the Satyr launched herself at him- bounding in a zig-zag formation to catch him off guard before throwing her hooves into the ground at the last second as a ballast and rocketing her fist straight into his stomach. Like a gunshot going off, it echoed across the outskirts of the plains. She was certain that many of the inhabitants of the City nearby would have heard it.
Wrathful PL: 265,000 Used Wrathful Blaze II (66% of PL) to attempt inflicting 174,900 damage KP: Non-existent Current damage taken: 27%Polarus
If Polarus could hear exactly what the woman across from him was thinking, he would surely make an attempt to clear up the misunderstanding that they were perhaps having in light of his cruel yet effective approach toward battle. What one may interpret as a lack of respect, to him, it was simply a means to an end. He treated everyone like this within combat, even Whisker (a battle of which he was not at all planning on letting Zriracha know about until much later, seeing as not many would take too kindly to someone beating on an innocent child such as he). Point was, if you were to engage in fisticuffs with someone such as he, you would need to expect that he would pull no punches no matter who he was facing. Whether it be a lion or a fly, the Impervious Emperor always utilized one hundred percent of his strength and power. His confidence once again acting as a way to demoralize the opposition into an early stoppage. Though, it seemed that it was having quite the opposite effect to what he wanted, considering now Zriracha believed his attempt at mind games was instead a lack of respect put on display.
He truly wished not to give her that sort of impression, but nonetheless, such a dispute and case of misinterpretation would need to be settled once this next trial was over and done with. Keeping his eyes on her at all times, a rush of what felt like both euphoria from the chance given and adrenaline at the stakes being raised ever higher hit him as Zriracha allowed him this dance- suddenly losing track of her as she began her own offensive front, losing her within the trails of her swift movement up until the point of which it was too late to retaliate even if he wanted to.
Looking down at Zriracha just before she threw the determinant blow, his mind was oddly at determined peace, if such a thing was possible- he was understanding of the fact that if he allowed himself to fall here and now, he most likely would never get another chance such as this again- nor would he most likely be able to clear up any misunderstanding between the two concerning their relationship until much later. But his faith in his own strength and skill allowed for such grit to be present, yet calmed.
At least, that was until the punch collided right into his lower abdomen. His eyes widened at the feeling, an expression of pure pain on his face, her clenched fist moving deeper into his stomach regions with every moment past. Polarus legitimately having to focus hard to avoid spilling his guts right there and then. His entire body shivered and shook from the hit, his legs threatening to go limp and right out from under him, a dazed feeling now eclipsing his mind and his facial expression for many a moment before he nearly keeled over onto the ground, defeated.
However, a sudden fire of his own blazed from deep within, with Polarus now gripping at Zriracha's forearm tightly- his mind flashing back to years of taxing mental and physical training needed to get him to this point. All of which would nearly prove meaningless if he were to fall right here and now. Because if he couldn't prove himself strong enough to compete with one of the people he cared about, then how would he ever be able to one day protect them from something even greater than themselves?
And so, Polarus' second wind finally kicked in- his eyes staring straight into her own gaze, but with a quite contrasting look to that of the cold, cruel, ruthless royal she had been most likely accustomed to seeing through battle. No, this time his eyes held a glint of warmth- of deep want, even, as his legs finally regained their structured stature before they had completely allowed him to fold over onto the floor, now securely planting themselves into the dirt beneath him to keep steady.
Slowly pulling Zriracha's fist from his stomach, panting heavily from the effort exerted to do so, he slowly then took her hand in his once more, still all the more gasping for air as he said with a determined, yet still warm look on his face,
"I-I have done as you have asked, now, I pray that these trials and tribulations are over with, then?"
"...as, I myself, am unsure if I can afford to harm you any further."
...if that didn't display his care, his love, and his utmost respect for the so-called lower class demon woman in front of him, he didn't know what would.
KP 3/3, attack taken for a total of 99% damage taken. Damage percentage; 125%.
When her fist made firm and solid contact, Zriracha was sure her eyes might have looked as if they had nearly popped out. He didn’t even TRY to defend himself?! She thought with clear shock and awe, looking up into his face as she noticed the clear struggle he had with her fist being lodged deeply with his abdomen. When he didn’t fall as she had expected him to, especially when he’d taken the assault like a bull-headed moron, Zriracha quickly pulled her arm back and reached for his arm to hold him up. His words washed over her, an obvious bluff if she’d ever heard on, that had her scoff with amusement. “Harm me further? My dear Polaris – I dare say you’d hardly have the ‘guts’ to follow through,” A small hope her joke would lighten the mood.
At least until she’d realized that she could have killed him.
Her eyebrows furrowed deeply, snarling up into his face as she tightened her hand around his arm and dug in with her claws, “Are you TRULY such a fool, Polaris?! I could have actually killed you if you weren’t a more robust man! What if I had decided to hit your face instead or… or even attack you with all of my power?!” She growled at him, “Never-!... Do that again! Ever. You may have my hand, but I will be damned if you lose it to me in the very same day.” She confirmed, closing her eyes and sighing through her nose as her face flushed red.
Her horns returned to their previous position above her head, the darkness of her sclera fading away as she opened them back up to look at Polaris with a relenting expression of worry.
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