OOC: This is a death enabled thread for me and Rapture and it would be appreciated if no one would intervene.


IC: Although he hated getting to know new people, Duke had recently received a letter of invitation to a field off near the state line of New York. He had to read the note twice before actually understanding the true intentions of the writer. To his surprise, Duke would have to attend this meeting between strangers.

The note stated that a certain Rapture wanted to meet the young man at the field in order to "test" something out. Duke was not aware of what this meant, but he would go anyways, the note had explained that not going would result in extremely dire consequences. Duke didn't care at first, he didn't know this Rapture, this Mr. Rapture, but something came over him. What was even more heart wrenching was that Duke knew that only one man would leave alive.

Why would this man want to meet me, what have I ever done to him? I don't know this guy nor do I know how he knows me...

As Duke drove to the desired location, the city began to fade and the image of plains and grass began to overtake the scene. It was surprising how much the environment had altered, not to mention that he was now heading close to the middle of nowhere. Duke eventually drove into a field, marked specifically on a left map and with a sign out near the road acting as a landmark. Duke tried to keep calm but he knew it would be hard.

One man...

The sun beat down on the field, it was around mid day and Rapture stood in his beautifully crafted pinstripe suit ready for battle. He was wearing that along with a baseball cap, slacks, wool socks, leather shoes and a silk shirt. What couldn't be seen however was the 50 small spools of metallic thread he had dangling from the inside of is jacket from small strings.

OOC: They look like this, Link- justinnewitter.com/stock/Blue_Spool_Thread.JPG
He would look out across the field and see the average looking teenager approaching from the distance. Obviously he wasn't that average however, Rapture had heard of his exploits as a quasi dragon through his information network numerous times, and decided that he would be the perfect creature for rapture to hunt. Not an average hunt however, Damien wanted to test his hand to hand and mutant abilities only, and as such he had forsaken all firearms or melee weapons that he could have brought.

Rapture knew this would be a fight to the death, and the thought of losing his life here excited him, it rejuvenated something that had long been missing. He would let the teenager make the first move, for now he would stand, stare out and plan.

OOC" Hey Rapture, so you actually came huh? Well, may the best man win. Lol... how I jest. Good luck

IC" There stood a man, at first the image of this powerful looking figure startled Duke. He didn't expect his opponent to look like this, but he knew that it was too late to go back. He would face this man and he would win. Or die. Duke cracked his knuckles as his hand moved into his hoody pocket, changing the music on his Ipod to the sound of riveting metal. He could hear the sound of powerful guitars stimulating his muscles. He would be the first to move.

Though Duke didn't know anything about this man, he would have no problem facing him. Duke had been in fights before, many while he was a part of a small gang, and this along with many other memories were forced up as the young man approached his foe.

The eyes of cold dark certainty began showing through Duke towards this Rapture. The metamorphosis was already beginning in its first stage and Duke was perfectly aware that his skin was beginning to turn rough and hard. He upper body tore apart and wings burst from his back as his jaw jut out. Claws and fangs revealed themselves as a tail did also. His upper body was incredibly body and his build was almost gorilla-like. At an almost blinding speed, Duke threw one of his arms back as he leaped into the air, placing himself in front of the sun towards Rapture.

OOC: Hell yah I showed up, lets do this dragon boy, last man standing

IC: The wind slightly blew over the open field, causing the grass to breeze to the left a bit, the sun showed brightly as well behind a few clouds. Rapture continued starting at the man as he formulated a strategy, however within moments the once average teenage boy quickly shifted to a quasi dragonoid. This was slightly shocking to Damien, he knew of the boy's ability to transform but he didn't suspect that he would pull it out so quickly. This was a mute point however since he would end up fighting it sooner or later, better that he have more time to get adapted to it.

Following the transformation, the dragon boy's eye's would shoot upward, as if he was trying to stare right through Mr.Rapture. Not really a good tactic due to Damien's love of battle and excitement, this stare down only further fueled his fire. Directly after the boy's eye's flickered up, he would take off, gliding right over the ground, flying upwards before leading into a falling punch directed at Damien.

Using his military and hand to hand combat experience Mr. Rapture would do a combat roll to the side, dodging the technique. While rolling and looking upward he would see the boys white socks sticking out over his shoes, the perfect opportunity for him to start this match up. Using his mutant ability he would manipulate the thread in the socks to sharpen up and attempt to shoot towards the boys ankle. If this worked like he wanted it to the threads would pierce his foot and due to the mysteriousness of the attack it would be difficult for him to figure out how Rapture did it.

Duke, now in his second form would have leapt and struck Rapture right where he stood had the man not dodged the attack. Rapture rolled over to the side and completely dodged the attack. There was an odd feel following the attack as Duke became wary of a trickling feeling on his feet. Fortunately, because his skin had hardened enough, mere thread from his own socks would prove ineffective as they would bounce right off of his skin.

Duke would assume that this man had the power to control the components of socks, and that meant that Duke now knew what his opponent was capable of. Also, because his foe did a side roll, Duke knew that this man had had some sort of training in the past. Duke would continue to keep his guard up in this fight.

This man, though I don't know him... his feel, he's strong, I just know it. No matter, if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight this guy will get.

Duke placed his long bulky clawed hands onto the ground and propelled himself toward his opponent once more. When he would be close enough to his enemy, he would extend his claws out of his bulky lanky arms and attempt to grab Rapture and dig his claws into him.

Damien expected his thread to pierce the azure skin of the dragon boy, but he was left with disappointment when the threads failed to pierce his ankle. However from this he would learn that regular fabric wouldn't pierce the boy's flesh, he would need to use his metal threads if he wanted results. Hopefully that would at least scratch the surface of the dragonoids flesh. If anything it would help him gauge the overall strength of the boy's armor.

Finishing his combat roll he would try to quickly think of a plan before the enemy hit the ground. It hit him that he would have to trick the enemy into falling into a trap, so used his powers to push the hat of his head in a way that looked as though it fell off during the roll. The enemy would have no way of telling that it fell off due to some out of normal ways, and it would allow him to launch a surprise attack.

Immediatly after the opponent landed on the ground, they would allow their claws to scratch across the ground, launching him at Mr.Rapture. Damien would only jump backwards and wait for the opponent to pass over the hat that was directly in front of Rapture. Once his head crossed above it, Damien would use his powers to cause the hat shoot out at the opponent like an exploding grenade of strengthened thread *regular thread is about as strong as iron needles.* The point of this attack was to strike the inner areas of the opponent to stop his movement dead, when the hat exploded Rapture would manipulate the thread bursting forth to shoot towards the eye's and inner area of the nose.

He wasn't sure if the attack would hit or not, but with the opponents blind rush at him and the hate exploding forth in such a manner with manipulation ability being used, the chance to hit was definitely high.

OOC: Duke isn't filled with hate and rage, not really, not saying it isn't there, but right now he's going through his survival instinct.

As Duke flew towards his opponent ready to strike, he quickly noticed that Rapture had merely stepped a few steps back, locking himself in place. Knowing this, Duke assumed that this man would be prepared for a straight-forward melee sort of attack and Duke would have to get around this. Although this man's fist would probably not be able to penetrate his skin, not being hit would be overall better than getting hit and taking any damage so Duke decided to attempt a back attack.

As Duke spread his wings, he could hear the quiet whistle and rustle of thread passing through the grass. Duke's reflexes would then come into play but not fast enough as a spray of needle like threads would jump from the grass upwards. Fortunately, since Duke's bone structure and current position were in action, the spray of threads merely struck the bottom of his hardened jaw, protecting his neck as he continued over by lowering his head further having the needles strike his strengthened jaw and then his chest. He could feel the scratches from the threads though they didn't cause him to bleed, small scratches appeared.

Ah...! Darn needles!

Duke had taken the hit from the enemy attack and there wasn't to say that small damage hadn't been done. He could feel the slight stings from the threads scraping his body as he flew over them. Still Duke continued towards his foe, his arms extended in the air from both sides ready to clobber his opponent between his two long thick bulky arms.

Dodge this!

OOC: After you tried to punch me and I combat rolled away following your commited full speed launch at me and my jump back, were probably 10 feet apart at max, the hat is probably 8 feet away from you. Now moving at the speed your character would be moving do you really think he would be able to veer away from an attack that quick? If you do then we can talk to the mods and see what they think, I want argue with their decision, but if you agree then please edit.

OOC: Modified. Sorry Rapture, I wasn't aware we were so close, forgot the whole combat roll thing. I altered my post though, so I think it fits the situation better.

OOC: No worries man, your doing a great job and it was an easy mistake to make

IC: The thread exploded outward from the hat and despite his attempt to hit him in the eye's, the dragonoid used his jaw to block the attack. Worse yet was that the attack had done little to slow him down, this was evident in that he continued moving unhindered towards Damien. Without time to think for another attack Rapture would combat roll again dodging the rush based attack.

"You think that you would learn not to blindly rush at your opponent after that first attempt." Rapture would snicker out at him as he stood up and looked out at the dragonoid. Formulating a new plan to take the behemoth down without putting himself in too much danger again. He figured he couldn't keep combat rolling himself out of attack range forever, eventually he would have to score a clean hit.

Being behind the opponent he finally got a good look at his lower body, and on that lower body was a pair of jeans. "Good old teenagers, always got a pair of jeans on." Using his ability he would cause the jeans to immediately constrict and fuse themselves together. This caused the two legged pair of jeans to fuse into one tight jean cocoon on the boy's body, spanning from his ankles to his waist. Hopefully this would hold the dragon boy's legs together and immobilize him for at least a few moments.

As Duke's attack would once again prove almost useless, the demi-human dragon teen would then slide his claws into the ground, propelling himself forward, softening the ground. As soon as he did so though he could feel a slight tightening of his jeans as if a cocoon had wrapped itself around his legs. Though the only thing he needed his legs for was standing, he continued his attack, carving and softening the ground around his opponent with his claws.

By doing this, he had created several pitfall traps for his opponent to "roll into". If this Rapture would try dodging his next attack, he would likely fall into any one of his holes. "Let's see you dodge this next attack Mr. Rapture! Rapture!!!"

Let's try to get this guy to... slip up a little...

Coming from behind once again with his stone hard legs being constricted, but not effectively, Duke would come up from behind and attempt to perform an axe-swipe with his claws, and if that move failed would claw his opponent in whichever direction leading his opponent into one of the nearby traps.