Dragon vs Justice
As the match before concluded, the maimed loser was rushed from the ring and a trio of coydogs quickly scrubbed the blood from the circle and laid a new layer of sand over it for fresh footing. Nitro perused the remaining contestants, then picked out Dragon and Justice. "All right, ladies and gentlemen," he called out to the spectators. "Who's excited for the next match in the HARDCORE division??" He waited while the roar of the crowd swelled and faded while he led the pair up to the ring, then gestured for quiet. "You know the rules by now - stay in the ring and remember that the winner gets to leave the loser with scars to remember them by! Why don't you go ahead and get us started?" he added to Dragon.
Dragon was rather enjoying this event so far, although he couldn't see the fights, he could feel the excitement in the air and he could hear the other participants going at it as he walked through the crowd. His jaguars flanked him like a couple of bodyguards, but even they were more relaxed while walking through the sea of bodies. Dragon's head tilted towards the sound of the head honcho, Nitro, called for the next match to begin. At the prompting of his companions, he followed to the ring where he would start another fight. Only this one was more serious than the last two. He was aware of the stakes here, and he didn't mind it in the least. After having lost his sight, he didn't feel like anything after that was much of a loss.
As he stepped into the ring, the vaguely familiar scent of his opponent swept over him. It took a moment for the masked warrior to recognize it, and when he did, he could only grin. Well, well, well...wasn't this a coincidence? It seemed he had been paired up with his cousin, the very same one that had blinded him a couple of years ago. "So, we cross paths again eh?" He chuckled at the irony of it. She had taken away his sight, and he had taken her brother. Though Valor hadn't been forced to stay after that...in fact, he had no idea where his young cousin had gone off to. He always thought that he had returned to Celestial after Dragon had given him the freedom and choice to choose where he wanted to stay. But Valor also hadn't ever really said what he wanted to do..."How's your brother?" He asked curiously, not knowing that Valor had just up and disappeared instead of going back to Celestial...
Whether she chose to respond or not, Dragon readied himself for the fight to come. He held no ill-will towards Justice, but there was always the possibility that she still held resentment for him. Whatever the case, he would do his best just like he would against anyone else. Hackles raised along his spine, legs spreading equidistant apart as he settled his weight evenly upon them. Tail flagged out to align with his head as it lowered over his throat. Shoulders rolled forward to protect the side of his neck and lips lifted to bare his fangs. Likewise, both Kimahri and Shiva bared their own fangs, a threatening hiss emanating from both of them as they prepared themselves for the fight.
Dragon took a moment to decide his first move, and then he was ready. Kimahri took the lead on this, the male jaguar taking off from his position on Dragon's right as he bounded towards Justice, seeking to close the short distance between them. The feline unsheathed his claws as aimed to come head on and slightly towards Justice's left side. In the blink of an eye, he launched himself at Justice with forelegs extended in an effort to bring his claws down upon the left portion of Justice's upper back and shoulder, seeking to rake his claws down and grip should he manage to succeed.
While Kimahri was charging, Dragon too, was in motion. He charged head on and slightly to his left (Justice's right) as he listened to the pounding of Kimahri's feet on the sand. The adrenaline was surging through him, the male eager for the fight at hand. He aimed to slam the point of his left shoulder into Justice's throat in an attempt to knock the breath from her and maybe even knock her back. The masked male then tilted his head to his right, seeking to score his fangs across the right side of Justice's face like a vice. Top fangs sought to slice the skin over her right eye while bottom fangs sought to slice upwards near her muzzle. He wasn't going to try and blind her, oh no. He didn't wish that upon her. But he would, at the very least, try to leave his mark with a multitude of scars.
Dragon vs Justice for HARDCORE MAIM: Facial Scarring |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.