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Raziel Beach Episode Event Entry (2020)
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By LavvytheJackalope
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Untilted
By LavvytheJackalope
The sound of a body slamming into the sand was dull, but rang out clearly in the silence of the ring of dragons watching the spectacle. In the midst of them, a tall, bright pink starrobber was on his back in the sand, wincing as a shooter placed their foot squarely on his gut. Sock loomed over their defeated quarry, not even bothering to pay the squirming dragon under their foot any attention as they waved at the gathered crowd. Sock didn't flinch back from the clear disapproval of the dragons surrounding them as they grinned, malicious,
"Come on, is that all you've got?" They taunted the crowd at large, trying to provoke a response from them. Most simply drew back, or glanced away. "No one's gonna do a thing, huh? Just gonna stand around and disapprove~?"
One voice piped up, sheepishly,
"C'mon, let him go..."
"Oh~?" Sock sneered, turning to settle their mismatched gaze on another robber - smaller than the one currently under their foot, a stitched together multicolored abomination that stood out against the sand and surf behind her. She looked like she was barely staying together - one arm had already been lost, and black bone was exposed on the back of her tail. She practically flinched when Sock grinned at her, like a hungry predator.
"Are you gonna make me?"
"Well uh... no...."
"Then why should I?" Niles frowned, fidgeting, clearly growing more nervous... until a new voice piped up from the crowd,
"Because I'll make you." Sock turned their gaze again to see a pitch-black shooter stepping forward. He was about the same size as Sock, but with twice the fluff. He looked a bit like a misplaced shadow, out of place against the bright white sand... well, except for the bright blue swimming trunks. Pitch glowered at Sock, even as the rainbow shooter just behind him muttered something urgently to him, clearly trying to dissuade his friend from this inadviseable course of action. Luckily for Sock, Pitch didn't deem fit to listen, confidently stepping right up into Socks space.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" He growled, bright pink eyes burning like coals. Sock grinned even wider, clearly starting to get excited.
"Come try it then!" They goaded "Come move me~"
Pitch didn't hesitate, charging forward even as Indra slapped his forehead behind him. Sock didn't move, staying planted in the sand, still pinning the pink robber, Galahad (who at this point was mostly glad that he didn't need to breathe anymore). It looked as if Pitch was planning on just tackling Sock off of him.. until he feinted at the last moment, side stepping before leading into a powerful right hook that brought one thick paw up across Socks jawline. Sock had been prepared to stand their ground being tackled, and so perhaps they hadn't had time to react.... despite the calm way their eyes had followed every movement. So the blow connected perfectly, hard enough to make a sharp sound that had the crowd silent again after a collective gasp. Sock didn't move. Their body stayed stock still, like a stone, even as their head moved with the strike. Pitch blinked, wide-eyed. Unprepared for a sideways blow, that punch should have at least sent them bowling over. But he could feel it through his fist and up his arm - how firmly Sock stood, unaffected. There were a few beats of silence, before Pitch drew back, blinking.
"What....?" He sputtered. Sock sneered,
"What? Thought you were gonna make me move?"
Pitch snarled before lunging again. This time Sock did move, stepping to one side to grab Pitchs arm when he lashed out. What followed next was a series of grapples and counters - less cool to look at than your average action play, but very real and very tense. Ultimately the tangled pink and black dragons ended up in a plume of kicked up sand, and when it cleared, Sock was holding Pitch by the scruff and one arm pinned behind his back, face down in the sand while Sock growled,
"That all? Just a couple tricks? Come on, you can do better than that!!" They stood, forcing Pitch up with them as they marched him towards the water. There were murmurs of concern from the crowd that turned into gasps of dismay as Sock took a knee to Pitchs back to force him down again - face first into the waves, where they held him. He was only there a moment before Sock caught movement out of the corner of their eye, reaching their free hand up to grab the tip of the rainbow shooters long tail as he whipped it at them. Caught, Indra looked startled, but attempted to sound authorative anyway, barking,
"Enough! You proved your point, let him up!" In response, Sock smiled sweetly, before yanking on Indras long tail, swinging him hard enough that he was sent flying out into the water, splashing into the waves. But he seemed to have started a chain reaction, because no sooner was Indra dispatched than a bolt of freezing magic grazed Socks shoulder. They turned in time to see a second bolt of ice come flying at them, and they were forced to step aside to dodge it. Pitch pulled himself out of the saltwater, coughing and sputtering as Sock faced their latest assailant - a pale, lithe little dasher lady. Her hands were icing over as Sock watched, forming into veritable gauntlets of solid ice.
"That's enough." The dasher, Delphine, warned. This time the new challenger wasn't alone, and the rest of the crowd seemed ready to jump in to back her up. Apparently threatening to drown another dragon was a step too far for most of them to remain bystanders. Even the little one armed robber Niles seemed ready to throw down. Sock smirked, straightening up and cracking their knuckles, stepping forward.
"All on one? Perfect. Maybe now I'll actually get a challenge."
But just as it seemed like it might turn into an all out brawl, a new voice rang out, not from the crowd, but from behind it.
"If it's a challenge you want, I'll oblige."
Something about that voice commanded the attention of all who heard it, and the heads of those in the crowd turned as dragons stepped aside to let the newcomer through; a wide, well built dragon with an easy demeanor. Neither his voice nor his stride betrayed any of the tension that the rest of the potential combatants held as he stepped up with a loose grin. Sock couldn't recall seeing this dragon in the crowd before… when did he get here? In any case, with that demeanor, either this guy was a flat out idiot… or Sock was finally going to get a real fight.
Upon closer inspection, the new challenger was… smaller than he seemed at a glance, shorter even than Sock, though that wasn't too unusual, for a crafter. Sock might have found it laughable, were it not for the newcomers unshakeable presence.
"Quite the little rabble rouser, aren't you?" He commented, leisurely. Who the hell was this guy to call anyone else little?? "Been hearing a bit here and there and everywhere about it…" Sock grinned again.
"Oh, my reputation precedes me?" They sneered, "Another knight in shining armor, here to end my reign of terror, huh? That's what got all this started in the first place, you know." They tilted their head towards Galahad, who was being tended to by a couple other pretty boy looking dragons who appeared to be his friends. "Gonna force me to reconsider my evil ways?"
The crafter seemed nonplussed, even as Sock began to circle like a hungry cat, casually rolling one of his shoulders.
"Heh, I'm not really the type to force anything," Sock, tired of waiting and already bored with a potential heroic speech, took their shot, lunging forward to try and grapple the crafter… only for him to easily step out of the way, casual as passing a stranger on the road. Sock, baffled, barely had time to register the challenger shifting his stance, rolling his other shoulder in a wind-up to land his own blow. It all happened in half a second, but for a moment, Sock swore that he changed somehow. Later they would wonder if it was merely the byproduct of head trauma from what came next, but in that instant they swore he was different, bigger, with flame between his horns as he continued, "...but hey, maybe I'll make an exception. Catch you later."
"Wa-" In the next moment, Sock was hit with a force so explosive that it literally, not figuratively, sent them flying. Their brain couldn't even keep up with what was happening as they were sent spinning into the distance, hitting the surface of the sea with such force that it didn't even slow them down, skipping across it like a smooth stone, away and into the horizon.
There were a few beats of stunned silence from the assembled dragons on the beach, amazement holding for a few moments before fading into relief, and then a cheer. The atmosphere lifted at once to one of celebration, everyone eager to return to their games and cooking out now that the imminent threat was gone. Pitch pulled Indra out of the water, and Galahad got back on his feet, and the crowd turned to their merriment again, eating and playing and partying by the fire until well after the sun set.
FA Event Link - DA Event Link
By LavvytheJackalope
Check out and favorite the original here!
Untilted
By LavvytheJackalope
The sound of a body slamming into the sand was dull, but rang out clearly in the silence of the ring of dragons watching the spectacle. In the midst of them, a tall, bright pink starrobber was on his back in the sand, wincing as a shooter placed their foot squarely on his gut. Sock loomed over their defeated quarry, not even bothering to pay the squirming dragon under their foot any attention as they waved at the gathered crowd. Sock didn't flinch back from the clear disapproval of the dragons surrounding them as they grinned, malicious,
"Come on, is that all you've got?" They taunted the crowd at large, trying to provoke a response from them. Most simply drew back, or glanced away. "No one's gonna do a thing, huh? Just gonna stand around and disapprove~?"
One voice piped up, sheepishly,
"C'mon, let him go..."
"Oh~?" Sock sneered, turning to settle their mismatched gaze on another robber - smaller than the one currently under their foot, a stitched together multicolored abomination that stood out against the sand and surf behind her. She looked like she was barely staying together - one arm had already been lost, and black bone was exposed on the back of her tail. She practically flinched when Sock grinned at her, like a hungry predator.
"Are you gonna make me?"
"Well uh... no...."
"Then why should I?" Niles frowned, fidgeting, clearly growing more nervous... until a new voice piped up from the crowd,
"Because I'll make you." Sock turned their gaze again to see a pitch-black shooter stepping forward. He was about the same size as Sock, but with twice the fluff. He looked a bit like a misplaced shadow, out of place against the bright white sand... well, except for the bright blue swimming trunks. Pitch glowered at Sock, even as the rainbow shooter just behind him muttered something urgently to him, clearly trying to dissuade his friend from this inadviseable course of action. Luckily for Sock, Pitch didn't deem fit to listen, confidently stepping right up into Socks space.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" He growled, bright pink eyes burning like coals. Sock grinned even wider, clearly starting to get excited.
"Come try it then!" They goaded "Come move me~"
Pitch didn't hesitate, charging forward even as Indra slapped his forehead behind him. Sock didn't move, staying planted in the sand, still pinning the pink robber, Galahad (who at this point was mostly glad that he didn't need to breathe anymore). It looked as if Pitch was planning on just tackling Sock off of him.. until he feinted at the last moment, side stepping before leading into a powerful right hook that brought one thick paw up across Socks jawline. Sock had been prepared to stand their ground being tackled, and so perhaps they hadn't had time to react.... despite the calm way their eyes had followed every movement. So the blow connected perfectly, hard enough to make a sharp sound that had the crowd silent again after a collective gasp. Sock didn't move. Their body stayed stock still, like a stone, even as their head moved with the strike. Pitch blinked, wide-eyed. Unprepared for a sideways blow, that punch should have at least sent them bowling over. But he could feel it through his fist and up his arm - how firmly Sock stood, unaffected. There were a few beats of silence, before Pitch drew back, blinking.
"What....?" He sputtered. Sock sneered,
"What? Thought you were gonna make me move?"
Pitch snarled before lunging again. This time Sock did move, stepping to one side to grab Pitchs arm when he lashed out. What followed next was a series of grapples and counters - less cool to look at than your average action play, but very real and very tense. Ultimately the tangled pink and black dragons ended up in a plume of kicked up sand, and when it cleared, Sock was holding Pitch by the scruff and one arm pinned behind his back, face down in the sand while Sock growled,
"That all? Just a couple tricks? Come on, you can do better than that!!" They stood, forcing Pitch up with them as they marched him towards the water. There were murmurs of concern from the crowd that turned into gasps of dismay as Sock took a knee to Pitchs back to force him down again - face first into the waves, where they held him. He was only there a moment before Sock caught movement out of the corner of their eye, reaching their free hand up to grab the tip of the rainbow shooters long tail as he whipped it at them. Caught, Indra looked startled, but attempted to sound authorative anyway, barking,
"Enough! You proved your point, let him up!" In response, Sock smiled sweetly, before yanking on Indras long tail, swinging him hard enough that he was sent flying out into the water, splashing into the waves. But he seemed to have started a chain reaction, because no sooner was Indra dispatched than a bolt of freezing magic grazed Socks shoulder. They turned in time to see a second bolt of ice come flying at them, and they were forced to step aside to dodge it. Pitch pulled himself out of the saltwater, coughing and sputtering as Sock faced their latest assailant - a pale, lithe little dasher lady. Her hands were icing over as Sock watched, forming into veritable gauntlets of solid ice.
"That's enough." The dasher, Delphine, warned. This time the new challenger wasn't alone, and the rest of the crowd seemed ready to jump in to back her up. Apparently threatening to drown another dragon was a step too far for most of them to remain bystanders. Even the little one armed robber Niles seemed ready to throw down. Sock smirked, straightening up and cracking their knuckles, stepping forward.
"All on one? Perfect. Maybe now I'll actually get a challenge."
But just as it seemed like it might turn into an all out brawl, a new voice rang out, not from the crowd, but from behind it.
"If it's a challenge you want, I'll oblige."
Something about that voice commanded the attention of all who heard it, and the heads of those in the crowd turned as dragons stepped aside to let the newcomer through; a wide, well built dragon with an easy demeanor. Neither his voice nor his stride betrayed any of the tension that the rest of the potential combatants held as he stepped up with a loose grin. Sock couldn't recall seeing this dragon in the crowd before… when did he get here? In any case, with that demeanor, either this guy was a flat out idiot… or Sock was finally going to get a real fight.
Upon closer inspection, the new challenger was… smaller than he seemed at a glance, shorter even than Sock, though that wasn't too unusual, for a crafter. Sock might have found it laughable, were it not for the newcomers unshakeable presence.
"Quite the little rabble rouser, aren't you?" He commented, leisurely. Who the hell was this guy to call anyone else little?? "Been hearing a bit here and there and everywhere about it…" Sock grinned again.
"Oh, my reputation precedes me?" They sneered, "Another knight in shining armor, here to end my reign of terror, huh? That's what got all this started in the first place, you know." They tilted their head towards Galahad, who was being tended to by a couple other pretty boy looking dragons who appeared to be his friends. "Gonna force me to reconsider my evil ways?"
The crafter seemed nonplussed, even as Sock began to circle like a hungry cat, casually rolling one of his shoulders.
"Heh, I'm not really the type to force anything," Sock, tired of waiting and already bored with a potential heroic speech, took their shot, lunging forward to try and grapple the crafter… only for him to easily step out of the way, casual as passing a stranger on the road. Sock, baffled, barely had time to register the challenger shifting his stance, rolling his other shoulder in a wind-up to land his own blow. It all happened in half a second, but for a moment, Sock swore that he changed somehow. Later they would wonder if it was merely the byproduct of head trauma from what came next, but in that instant they swore he was different, bigger, with flame between his horns as he continued, "...but hey, maybe I'll make an exception. Catch you later."
"Wa-" In the next moment, Sock was hit with a force so explosive that it literally, not figuratively, sent them flying. Their brain couldn't even keep up with what was happening as they were sent spinning into the distance, hitting the surface of the sea with such force that it didn't even slow them down, skipping across it like a smooth stone, away and into the horizon.
There were a few beats of stunned silence from the assembled dragons on the beach, amazement holding for a few moments before fading into relief, and then a cheer. The atmosphere lifted at once to one of celebration, everyone eager to return to their games and cooking out now that the imminent threat was gone. Pitch pulled Indra out of the water, and Galahad got back on his feet, and the crowd turned to their merriment again, eating and playing and partying by the fire until well after the sun set.
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