A Fighting Chance!

Drake clicked the remote again, turning the TV off, "I guess so, this machine is getting boring anyways.. So, I saw that you controlled those minions pretty well. Is that your power? Enslaving demons...can't say that it's not amazing, yet something about it is just...wrong." He laid back and crossed his arms behind his head, thinking about their next challenge, and also why they were even sent into this game in the first place. He wasn't really well-known, so that means it must have had something to do with Grace, so just who was this girl? "If you're wondering what my power is, obviously by the tail you can see that I'm part dragon. So I naturally have all the abilities of dragons and humans alike, and I can assume a partial true form, and a true dragon form. Both forms are dangerous, though, they push against my free will, and try to destroy everything. Partial transformation isn't too hard to keep in check, but if I turn into my true form..." He let the statement hang for a second, before continuing, "Anyways, I can also breath fire, and it gets stronger when I turn into my partial form." To prove this, he blew a small bit of fire into the air, letting it dissipate before touching the ceiling. The embers burned bright, and the air got the stingy smell of brimstone.

Grace looked shocked at Drake, "I don't enslave them, they have their own free will to help me, I search in the aether world for a demon who wants to help and almost everyone comes, they want to get out of the aether it is a hell hole, watch". She closed her eyes and the runemark started shining brightly. And in the air a Soexye formed.
"This demon is easy to summon and obeys orders very well, touch him and you can have a conversation" she gestured with her hands from Drake to the demon. The demon was staring intently at Drake, it was intrested beyond doubt.

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Drake opened his eyes slightly to see the large demon that towered over him, "So that's it huh? He's not that impressive." He got up from the bed and walked over to the demon, placing a hand on his chest, instantly he was felt with a wave of pure hate, 'NOT IMPRESSIVE?!' Drake took his hand away from him in an instant, "Well, seems like he doesn't like me too much." He suddenly felt a glow of energy fill the room as they were transported to a strange arena that looked like a boxing ring. On the other side of the arena was a man wearing a red and gold suit of armor, and another man in a white martial arts costume, complete with red headband.

Drake's muscles instantly tensed as he heard an announcer, "ROUND ONE, Iron Man and Ryu versus Drakon and Grace!! Begin!" The suited man, "Iron Man, really?" suddenly rocketed forward and slammed his fist against Drakon's jaw. He was sent flying backwards, only stopping when he hit the boxing ring's boundaries. "Ok, metalhead. You're gonna pay for that." He rushed Iron man, but was blown back by a beam of pure energy, a large cloud of dust kicking up.

The man in the white guy launched his muscled body at Grace. She didn't have time to summon a demon so she resorted to desperate measure. The man fell to the ground clutching his balls.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't want to die. You know what I mean".
She closed her eyes and began the summoning process.

A demon materialized out of thin air. It was Graces favourite summon and she was pretty sure it could take out the martial artist. She looked over to Drake who looked real angry and a tad hurt. She smiled despite herself, she absolutely loved Iron Man. The martial artist stood up with a grimace and charged at the towering demon. She was pretty sure that her demon could take on the fighter but could Drake beat the armoured hero.

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!" That was it. He couldn't hold in the primal rage anymore. He suddenly burst into flames as his body began to change, becoming more dragon-like. From his head horns grew, and from his back, wings. His tail elongated until it became almost twice as long as his body, and his hands morphed into claws.

"No more playing around..."

He grinned, a devilish type of grin that could make even grown dragons flinch in slight fear. He took one step forward, then another, until he was about a foot away from the iron-clad wannabe hero. He said nothing, the hungry gaze in his eyes spoke for him as he lunged at his prey, grabbing onto the armor and ripping into it as if it were paper. When he was finished, the suit lay in pieces around a mangled corpse.

"I guess that's a little more than KO..."

He looked over to Grace, and his gaze softened a bit, 'I can't...let it take control...' The red in his eyes lessened, but his form remained the same. He noticed that Ryu was trying to make a stand against one of Grace's newly summoned demons, clutching his crotch as if he were MJ, and he chuckled a bit.

He stood straight up and gave a thumbs down, like a king ordering a gladiator to execute the losing fighter, "Grace, send him to his grave."

((OOC: I'm going to forcefully close this thread, I've lost interest in it. C-art, I tried to PM you about it but you haven't responded.))