The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Ryoga's head remained to the ground for a moment, unable to rise till the woman acknowledge his show of submission. And it was infuriating, his body screamed with pain, but the injury to his ego was so much worse. To be indebted to humans was more shameful than anything, though this woman was far more than just human. And whatever she was, was quite monstrous. The man though took a moment to further insult Ryoga by calling him a "minion". A minion was a servant, a tool, and a God was no one's servant, no this was a debt to be repaid from one to the winner of a fight, Ryoga would server NO ONE as a lowly minion. He spoke up with ire, his voice clearly aimed at Kyle. "I am no one's minion, nor will I ever be subjugated again."
Isabel was hard to read, even for a God, her mood and movements far more powerful and confident than anything Ryoga had encountered so far. But she at least seemed to accept his bow of submission, taking more time to insult and question his Godhood once more. His debt to her was one of the loser in combat, while his debt to Kyle was more one because of his part in saving Ryoga's hide. Though it really didn't matter, either way he owed both of them a favor. Both could easily hold their own in a fight, and even together felled an Earth bound Deity, but a favor was still nice to have in your pocket, especially from the icon of a cult. Ryoga grimaced as he rose his head up once more. "Trust me, I have no desire to spend any more time in your company. A swift request would please me, so I might never look upon you or this place again." He spit out, somewhat literally as some more blood leaked from his jaws, dripping onto the ground beneath him slowly.
The taste was abysmal, this thick iron flavor could only be compared to mortality and weakness, things Ryoga despised feeling. "I will however, accept what generosity you have shown and take your offer of treatment." Ryoga began to hobble off towards Sanctuary, keeping what he hoped was a reasonable distance from Isabel, in no hurry to interact with her anymore. He did stop however realizing he was missing one piece of information he should know. He said his own name first "It is custom in my homeland to give one's name and ask others before any interaction. And though I don't actually care, I would know the names of those who bested me in combat." He snorted, admitting he lost nearly as hard to do as actually losing the fight. "I am Orochi, born of Japan." Even now, battered and broken the dragon spoke as if his name were a treasure to be cherished.
"Who are you, unless you prefer to remain woman and him." He finished spitefully.
Nuked, such a simple term for something so powerful and history altering as an atomic weapon. Ryoga hadn't experienced, but the power of that weapon flowed through his veins, carried from his grandmother who lived through that power. "Yes, Hiroshima was the first city to ever experience the bomb." He answered mid way into his story. It seemed his power had an effect on the little goddess, as her mind seemed miles away during his story. But that was the power of a God, to sit in his shadow and embrace his words could only be mind altering. The dragon didn't miss a beat of Kaitlyn's activity, his mind constantly looking for what the girl did, and how she responded to him.
He leaned down, his large head drawing close to her minuscule frame. "You seem in awe little Firecracker, what is it?" He questioned, his large fiery eyes reflecting the image of the little girl before him. Two mutants, so different in form and function, whose lives were also vastly different. The destiny of a mutant seemed it would always be grandiose in some way, even if Ryoga didn't believe himself one, he could recognize that Kaitlyn was more than the little human girl she looked. Kaitlyn smiled at him, though Ryoga could recognize this gesture, and the synchophancy it entailed. What was Kaitlyn after, what favor did she want? He already owed two favors to much less enjoyable company than Firecracker, so perhaps his generosity could be given. "And for that matter, what is it you want from a God, a question yet to be answered." Ryoga mused out loud.
The cat girl didn't know his Japanese term, fair enough, his mother tongue was not so common here in America. "Simply a term for a girl with cat qualities, a cat girl which you are." He explained, his tone friendly but still slightly overbearing. "A popular character in my home, I was simply amused to see one here in New York." He admitted as he continued talking with Sara. "A pleasure to meet you Sara." He said after hearing her name, though the girl's next question brought some ire into him. Questioning his Godhood? Not a pleasing thing for the Dragon to hear.
He spoke with a sneer as he responded to her question. "I am no mutant, I was born a God! I have never been an abnormal human, nor would I wish to be. And I would ask that you do not insult my status further." His words were harsh, but the dragon was still speaking cordially. American's all had ego issues, especially with anything that didn't fit their chosen religion, so Ryoga could understand Sara's skepticism, but he didn't care for it. "I left behind my servants and worshipers in Japan when I came here, a trial for myself it seems." He mumbled to himself, pondering on his lack of servants to help him around this city of men and mutant.
The idea of time travel was mind boggling, so many things you could learn, see, and do with such a power. This was one of the few things beyond even Ryoga, an infuriating thought. So the girl enjoyed her own time as a Goddess and gave it up when traversing though time, an honorable deed it seemed considering her reasonf or it. The dragon spoke "Too many do not know just how terrifying the idea of nuclear war is. An honorable reason to give up your own Godhood." The dragon was taking a liking to this girl.
He moved, circling a bit around her, observing her as he spoke with her. "My home in Japan knows more about nuclear war than any other. Do you know the word Hiroshima?" He asked her, curious how educated she was, though nearly everyone knew that word, the city destroyed in one of the only two atomic bombings. And Ryoga's home town. As he circled around her, curious how she would answer and respond to the next bit of information he gave. "An atomic bomb destroyed my home, obliterating everything in a sea of flames like none other." This tale was especially important to Ryoga because that very weapon, it's deadly power flowed in his veins. "My Grandmother lived here, and the weapon seared the design of her kimono right into her flesh, leaving a permanent reminder." He continued, setting in front of her again, putting his weight on his heels and lifting his wings up.
He spread his wings outward, showing off the true magnificence of his form as he finished his tail. "But she lived on, and had a healthy daughter. My beautiful mother Miki always carried within her the power of that weapon. And eventually she too became a mother, the power of that weapon finally finding a home." He couldn't show off his radioactive traits, but his form alone was enough to show just how much power he wielded. "I was born Honda Ryoga, but I am Orochi! And I am atomic fire made flesh." He dropped down to his claws again, and stared at Kaitlyn with fire in his eyes, adding a final dramatic flare to his story. "And you little Firecracker, are a welcome friend. A similarity we share indeed." He said with a chuckle escaping his throat.
Ryoga's vision was blurred, but he could still make out the two exchanging words and mannerisms as he tried to recover his breath enough to move. His body had never been so injured before, and for the briefest of moments he felt mortal. It seemed the man had more honor than the woman, who was a creature of rage and bloodlust. How trivial he thought. He coughed a few more times and spoke up as Kyle began to answer his questions. So Sanctuary was another home for mutants, why had he come to destroy it then? And then he remembered the word controlled. Burning anger once more filled his eyes as he spoke to Kyle. "You're telling me I was manipulated?" His words were harsh, the dishonor and idea of being controlled could drive him mad once if he wasn't careful.
The woman spat more insults at him, to have been defeated by someone so vulgar, another stain on his honor. This trip his Mother sent him on was turning out to be unbearable, constantly dishonored and disrespected. And now to be bested by these two peasants. His heart was awash with a mixture of anger and shame. He turned his head to return Isabel's venomous words to her. "I AM a God, and killing this form wouldn't change that woman." His eyes narrowed and stared at her, this frail little woman held so much power? She turly must be a demon in a woman's body. Ryoga began to stir, trying to hold his weight up, but struggling with the serious wounds on his right wing. "Arrogance is unbecoming of a woman, even a demon." He spoke, though his tone began to calm down once more. She might be some low born creature, but he was not, and honor dictated his action here.
The woman was intending to leave after offering him the use of their Infirmary, an odd gesture considering her attitude. He spoke up "Wait." A simple word, spoken with authority and power. He didn't like what he'd have to do, but to redeem himself he had to do it. He walked forward, towards Isabel. His gait was slow, and he stumbled, but he could still move. He couldn't allow her to leave just yet, not until his honor was restored. "I would speak to you woman." He again spoke making sure to get her attention, and to get her to face him. Staring down at her he spoke with his voice suddenly losing much of the domineering volume it held previously. "Your threats and insults are meaningless, but under someone else's control I have attacked your home and you. And I have lost to you, all of this brings shame to myself and my Godhood." These words were like glue in his throat, his pride adamantly trying to keep him from speaking them.
The dragon dropped to the ground, bowing his head and entire form to Isabel in submission. "I am honor-bound to redeem my name, I owe you a debt." To be commanded by this creature, her arrogance like a foul rot, he could barely stand it. "Command me so I might redeem myself." He slowly rose himself back off the ground, before turning to Kyle. "And you as well little man, You helped her to defeat me, and stopped her from landing a finishing blow. I owe you as well." He growled, furious to be indebted to two human mutants.
Ryoga's posture never admitted defeat, never showed weakness, the dragon seemed as eager to go down fighting as Isabel was to kill him. However the rage that had fueled this brawl had dwindled, it's fire sputtering out as the parasite attached to his skull starting losing it's hold to all the damage Ryoga had suffered. The bone creature smashed into him once more, dozens of spines and spikes stabbing and cutting at his flesh, his scales stopping some of the assault but enough damage would be done. Ryoga's mind couldn't begin to comprehend that sinking feeling in his gut, that this fight was lost. He bit and clawed at Isabel as best he could, but his blows lacked the power they had originally, and the woman had every advantage now.
"A God threatens what he wants, insults pathetic mortals, and claims whatever he wishes!" The dragon roared at Isabel, his voice hollow but still defiant.
However it seemed that fate had a different intention for this fight, as Kyle once more stopped the flow of the fight as he hopped atop the dragon to assault the very crown adorning his skull. Ryoga was unaware of the parasite nestled behind his crown, but he could feel Kyle as he smashed into the back of his head. Ryoga's spirit broke, the force of a blow to the head was dangerous to any organism, even a draconic God. Ryoga's eyes went blank for a moment, and as if his strings had been cut, the beast surrendered to Isabel's assault, falling limp. The dragon could mutter nothing in response to Kyle's defiance or blow, and his form fell limp against bone and ground.
As the dragon sat unconcious, Kyle and Isabel had their own confrontation. Isabel wanted more blood while the man believed there was more at work here than met the eye, and he was correct. However when Isabel claimed Ryoga was dead, the dragon found his strength return enough to stir him awake. He coughed up some more blood, his flesh starting to chill as he approached dangerous levels of damage. "No...I am not." The dragon's voice was weak, and his tone lacked any of his earlier anger. Ryoga was confused, trying to piece together what happened as his logical mind came back online. "A God does not die..." He coughed, laying flat upon the Earth in his wounded state. He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't continue to struggle against the woman's tenacity or the man's ingenuity. And a Japanese always held to the honor of battle, especially a Japanese God. "But I yield to you" Those words sounded like you'd have to pull them out of his mouth with plyers, the self injury to his pride worse than anything Isabel had inflicted.
The dragon stared at Isabel with his eyes, the amber orbs filled with a mixture of contempt, and begrudging respect for her power. "Where...where am I?" The dragon questioned, his memory defective both from parasitic control as well as oxygen deprivation from blood loss. "My strength is gone, but I must know why I came here." He remembered something, an urge, a craving for violence against a place known as Sanctuary. "What is this Sanctuary, and why did I hate it?" Ryoga wasn't so much talking to Isabel or Kyle, but himself, trying to right his thoughts before this wretched bone creature came after him once more. Her power and tenacity, it was beyond anything he had ever seen. If she was some sort of demon, perhaps an Oni, she might answer his questions in the high of her victory. Anything to recover and avoid the one true fear he had, an honorless death.
Another God would truly be an experience, though Ryoga was quite certain he was the only living God in this modern world. Perhaps he the first in the rise of a new pantheon, or perhaps he was one of a kind. The girl kept her manners, which kept the dragon happy as they spoke. Amber wasn't like other humans or mutants he'd met, her form was unique, and her ability to shift into ancient reptiles gave her a beauty Ryoga normally only saw in nature. This girl could certainly serve beneath him if he so chose. The thought of each using the other a recurring thought in both their heads.
Ryoga hadn't quite told Amber the whole true with his previous statement, while he did in fact not need to eat meat or vegetable matter to sustain himself, he did gain nourishment elsewhere. He new the morning Sun always woke him up and stirred his body, but even he didn't quite understand he could devour all sorts of radiation. The girl complimented him, fascinated with him as she should be. Though her dinosaur ability gave her a shape reminiscent of Orochi, the different between a mortal creature and a God was still that vast. "Chasing down, and working for a meal is the folly of mortals. The warmth of the morning Sun is enough to stir me." All reptiles depended on the Sun for some amount of energy, Ryoga just took it to an extreme with his unique physiology.
"Though, with your own unique condition Amber. I find it surprising you need food, or is the pleasure of the hunt what sustains your withered form?" Ryoga might not understand hunger for the sake of nourishment, but to feed one's ego and internal desires? This he knew well, he was a Dragon after all, and a God. Pride and avarice were two feelings he knew he enjoyed sating, though his culture also taught him a love of Honor. These feelings were what replaced food and sleep for Orochi, things he craved to continue his existence, even if he didn't actually need to indulge them so much as he did.
First she asserts her own claim to godhood, and now time travel? This little girl was truly unique compared to any one else he'd met so far. The dragon was visibly interested, his eyes widening at the words time travel. "You...You have traversed through time? Such a thing is possible?" The dragon's tone was suddenly less dramatic than it had been earlier, his usual show of pride was sidelined by genuine interest in the topic. The girl also claimed to be able to blow up cities, a statement that rang true with Ryoga. Though he claimed the name of an ancient deity, Ryoga did know the modern history behind his origins.
Ryoga traced his blood back to the Atomic bomb, greatest of all weapons. A bomb that could blow up a city, and so could this girl she claimed. "You create explosions? Like an Atomic weapon clad behind the face of a human child." The dragon mused, trying to make up his mind of how to feel about Kaitlyn. Most human shaped creatures were dull, fit only to be a servant without even a name. But this girl, so much more than just a human child, this girl interested the Dragon God. "Perhaps you're belief we share a similarity was not so far off Firecracker." The dragon's voice rumbled, echoing against the walls of his cave and dominating the room.
Titles and ceremony were core parts of Orochi, his father having ingrained arrogance and nobility into the dragon man. Godhood was meant to come with at least some amount of synchophancy. The girl spoke, properly addressing Ryoga making the dragon like her even more. However hearing her refer to herself as being worshipped as a God was surprising. She was just a child, a normal...well mostly normal looking little human girl. But Gods took many forms, perhaps that of a child was clever enough to be a real god. Though Orochi doubted it, a God would always take a form as majestic as his own, at least he knew he'd always choose this form over any other.
The dragon would smile if he could, of course no human or even human shaped God could stand up against his congregation. Orochi was the epitome of majesty, the dragon, greatest of all creatures on this planet. Death and destruction, for a child? Now the dragon was curious. "You were a God of Destruction?" Ryoga didn't laugh, but sort of chuckled once, a hmpf sound as if he didn't quite believe her. "My Godhood has been visible since my birth, I hide nothing of my power, even this city knows this now after myrampage." There was a bit of reluctance on those last words, as Ryoga hadn't chosen to display his might but had been coerced, a fact that angered him greatly. "But you Firecracker, you do not look like a mighty Goddess of wrath, what are you hing in so small a frame?" The dragon eyed the girl, each moment forming a new opinion of her in reaction to her next move.
Godhood was a complex existence, most assumed a God would be wrought with thoughts beyond the scope of mere mortals, but even Gods possessed more "human" inclinations. Orochi spent much of his time concerned with those thoughts beyond mortals, but when he interacted with them more than anything he was a creature of vanity and pride. He craved worship and admiration, like a man would crave wealth. And though he had been lost amidst the thoughts in his mind, the tiny silhouette walking into his home was still enough to garner his attention. The creature sat on his heels, wings folded up and holding form up, head and neck high in the air as he looked down upon Kaitlyn.
First impressions were important, but the first impression of a God was a life or death situation. Whether Orochi approved or despised someone all boiled down to that first meeting, and now was the time to judge Kaitlyn, even if she was a young girl. The girl bowed deeply, the dragon's eye opening a bit as he watched her manner. A proper bow from an American already intrigued him, before she introduced herself. An odd moniker, Firecracker. It wasn't a human name, but seemed to be one of those self given names some of the mutants took. Orochi had learned more about this mutant culture as he interacted with it, so he was curious what this girl's name meant to her. An ability to control fire? Explosions? Did she just enjoy fireworks?
Her manners were impeccable, her etiquette proper, and her reverence expected. The dragon was pleased, his wings stepping forward and lowering him into his normal theropod like stance. He lowered his own head, putting his eye level closer to hers. "The first proper introduction I have received since arriving here. Your appearance masks your wisdom child." The dragon said, his voice booming against the cave's walls. It was a compliment, though the dragon wondered how clever this girl was. Proper Japanese manners from an American child? It was odd, but pleasing none the less. "Konnichiwa little Firecracker. In Japan I am addressed as Orochi-sama, you may address me as Lord Orochi." The dragon's fiery eyes were glued to Kaitlyn, so much larger than the girl's own that you could see her entire face reflected in those majestic eyes.
The girl was polite, and knew how to bow, but she didn't avert her gaze. Perhaps she didn't believe in his Godhood either, like the rest of the foolish men and mutants he'd met so far. "Are you not afraid of a God Firecracker?" His voice rumbled, the sound coming from deep in his throat and passing past those knife sized fangs filling his mouth. " What brings a child to my quarters?" He inquired, paying attention to Kaitlyn's manners as he questioned her. She had intrigued the dragon, both with her introduction and her steady gaze. Her eyes were unlike any other he'd seen so far, making them difficult for the dragon to read.
As a known aficionado of nomming (Head nomming that is) I'll go ahead and give my nomination to Isabel. She's one bad lady and even with a thousand pound dragon thrown at her she barely broke a sweat, kicking my god complex reptile's behind like nobody's business. Plus, everybody enjoys Isabel and her dislike of pretty much every one else. ^_^
In lieu of recent events, Ryoga's already famous status as the Dragon in New York became even renown. He had brawled with Isabel and Forte, two powerful mutants in broad daylight. And he had lost. That thought plagued the dragon far more than any injuries he had sustained, the stain on his honor was unbearable. If he had lost in fair combat it would be a different story, that Isabel woman was no mere mortal, but had to be some sort of Oni, a demon of some kind. Her ability to morph bone in various implements of tortue was proof of that. He couldn't stand her insufferable arrogance and pride, but in the end he had still lost to her. But it was only because some other fool had the audacity to control his mind. The arrogance to manipulate a God, Ryoga couldn't comprehend it, and when he found this person who hijacked his brain, he would personally anihilate them, and their entire blood line from his world.
Even with his criminal rampage and dangerous status in the eyes of the public, the Mansion still offered him a home, calling in a favor even for him. A structure was carved from stone, turning earth and rock into a cave, but not just some hole in the ground. This structure was grand enough to house him, carved to his specifications. Somewhat reminiscient of a Japanese shrine carved from rock, the entrance even had an archway, stone lanterns, and most importantly a door. Though it was open most of the time, it was nice to be able to shut out the cold winds of this city. Ryoga was pleased, but his mind was distraught trying to put together the pieces of this puzzle thrown into his life. Who had tricked him? Why send him after that Sanctuary? Why put him up against that horrible ogre of a woman? Ryoga wanted answers for his rage, and following that a fitting vengeance.
Sitting within his new room, Ryoga was lost deep in thought. He pondered over these things, his massive form hidden within the shadow of his cave, hiding most of his form from the world outside. Outside of some questioning by those in charge of his home, Ryoga spoke with no one else. Ryoga was both Japanese, and a God, the matter of his honor took place over anything else. However his status as a deity and a dragon never stopped the random students and mutants from coming to gawk at him, which of course they should. Ryoga's status here in America as a God was questioned by far too many people, and he needed to fix that. He was majesty incarnate, so magnificent his Father's organization in Japan had planned to one day contest the Japanese Royal family and set him, the Dragon God upon a throne.
But this country, with it's mutants, and plots was putting into question a lot of things. How had he been controlled? How had he been harmed? And why had the Sanctuary let him leave with his life? That woman stank of bloodlust and violence, for her to stay her hand bothered him. Mostly because owing her a debt was nauseating. Distracted by his inner thoughts, Ryoga paid no mind to the next mutant who would come to look upon him, but this meeting would be different than all those before. Perhaps today would be a step forward after the debacle at Sanctuary. Only time could tell as the drama of a Japanese Deity played out.
Ryoga stood his ground before the Dragon Inn, various pedestrians around him either running for the hills, or stopping to gawk at his form. Both responses were enjoyable for him, the shock and awe he caused was exactly what an egomaniac craved. Ryoga's eyes were glued to the door though as Sara made her way toward him. Ryoga lowered his head a bit, though he still hovered over her as his large amber eyes watched her every moment. So the owner was busy, a shame, Ryoga was curious to meet whomever ran an establishment bold enough to use the name dragon. The cat woman closed the door and then went on to tell him that the Inn was closed.
You might expect Ryoga to demand they open for him, or at least pay him some attention, however Ryoga wasn't just a creature of pride and arrogance, but of respect and honor. If a business closed, respect was due even if a God was at their doorstep. Their loss in meeting him was their own, not his. However more distracting that demanding an owner come to meet him was the fact that this woman was indeed some sort of cat. "Neko?" He spoke to himself, before talking with a more direct tone at Sara. "Unfortunate, I was curious to meet the one who runs this business. But you are just as intriguing. You are nekomimi, cat girl. Are you a mutant?" Ryoga was very interested in all the mutants he had met in his short time here in New York.
They came in various shapes, sizes, and abilities. But a catgirl was something popular with Japanese youth, so this one in particular sort of reminded him of Japanese culture. She clearly wasn't Japanese though, lacking the proper etiquette or accent, but still how strange. "I am Orochi, a Japanese God. A pleasure to meet you." The dragon bowed his head lower, bringing his eyes to level with Sara's, a sign of polite respect, though his tone was still proud and powerful, Ryoga was not a creature who bowed out of fear or awe, but manners.
The bleeding was starting to affect Ryoga, his adrenaline fueled brawl sapping his strength faster with each passing minute he and Isabel clashed. The pain all over his body but especially in his wing was starting to overpower the fury the parasite on his head was poisoning him with. Why was he fighting these two mutants? Why did he hate this Sanctuary? He didn't have time to clear his foggy thoughts, having caught a blow on Isabel and sending the woman flying back. Her bones tore into his wrist and wing, blood gushing from the wounds and throbbing. He wouldn't even be able to walk on it now it was so bad. To be injured so much was infuriating. However before he could follow through with his momentum and land a real blow on Isabel, Kyle made a move.
Orochi looked up, Kyle leaping from a building toward him. The dragon growled and bared his fangs at Kyle, but he couldn't react fast enough to dodge the beheading coming for him. A glorious blow was struck, a blade of energy fresh from Kyle's fingertips making contact with his neck. The energy smashed against his flesh, part of it again being absorbed by Ryoga's unique cellular make up, bits of electrical sparks rushing over his flesh, and seemingly absorbed into the spines around Ryoga's neck. This close up a soft blue glow deep inside the spines would be visible, but the force of Kyle's blow was not negated. The blade smashed the dragon's neck, and though Kyle didn't have nearly enough weight to compete with Ryoga normally, his powerful ability allowed him to smash Ryoga down into the ground.
Kyle jumped back to observe his blow, looking for a dead headless dragon. But instead from the dust Ryoga rose once more, his voice ragged but still powerful. "Pathetic...No little human, you're pathetic. Your power does nothing to me! I feast upon it just like I do the power of the sun!" Ryoga laughed, however the cracked scales falling from his throat and the bits of blood dripping from his gums told a different story. Ryoga was running out of steam, and Kyle's energy was dulled but not defeated. Ryoga was hurting, and he couldn't hide behind his wrath for much longer.
Even if she hated the insinuation that she needed help from anyone, once more Isabel had the moment to catch her breath. Each time Orochi made a blow against her, Kyle made an opening for her to recover, she'd had the advantage the entire fight, and now the bell at the end of the fight might be ringing in her ears. She morphed once more, no longer a dragon, or a mockery of one. This was a form all her own, and the dragon showed his reaction. Ryoga feared nothing, but the confusion in his mind and the pain of his body left him with the truth, he was losing a fight. A God was losing to a mortal, that thought alone was a more powerful blow than any of Isabel's stab wounds.
The tentacle horror of blade and bone charged Ryoga one last time, and the dragon backed up, the first time he gave ground to Isabel freely. He stretched and extended his wings, roaring at the woman as she came at him once more. "Why won't you fall? Why do you keep fighting? Why!?" Ryoga couldn't even hold his anger together at this point, pain, confusion, rage, were all swirling around in his brain, and he was losing the fight to each of them. Ryoga would bite, claw and kick, but now he could be brought down. The question was, how would Isabel claim her victory?
The various puncture woulds hurt Ryoga, and he was starting to bleed. However his body was large and most of the wounds were shallow, he could keep going, keep fighting. He had too, that little voice in his head kept going, filling his mind with anger and hate, keeping him from being able to think straight at all. Fight, thrash, smash, break, it was all he could imagine right now. Well besides how offensive this woman was, her arrogance was like venom, burning at him with each of her actions. The two beasts brawled like an epic monster movie, Isabel digging her spikes into Ryoga's flesh as he returned the favor and lifted the skeletal witch into the air, finally slamming her back down and regaining his footing.
She was nothing before him, nothing! He could do this, throw everything at her and show her the fury of a God. His words burned the girl as hers burned him, as she quickly claimed she didn't need anyone. He laughed maliciously "You need all the help you can get human" He spat that last word at her, remembering how it had offended her. So the little creature despised her physical nature? Too bad, you couldn't escape your birthrite and she would always be a mortal. His slamming of her shield staggered the girl for a moment, proving that Ryoga could overwhelm her if he put his weight into it. However the woman didn't quit, struggling and spitting more words at him as he began to overpower her. He laughed, hiding his own pain behind it.
"My shape was your only hope worm, only a dragon can match a dragon!" Ryoga roared, putting everything he had into trying slam the girl and grapple her for more damage, however it seemed the bone witch had another trick up her sleeves. She insulted him, calling him a gecko as her attack changed. He howled in confusion as the bones he was holding dissolved into dust and were replaced by a bunch of spikes, like multiple barbed wires trying to wrap up his wings and head. He had to back up, giving ground to the woman as he attempted to keep her spikes from catching him. However it was no use, Ryoga was large and these litle spines dug deep into his right wing. You couldn't tell but he winced as blood began to escape his wing and claw.
Ryoga had to escape, to tear these spikes from his flesh and kill this woman! His peripheral vision realized the car was still behind him, keeping him in place like a leash. He quickly turned his left wing, grasping the vehicle with his claw and lifting. With just his wing it was difficult, the vehicle groaning as Ryoga was stuck trying to lift it and fight off Isabel. He felt the pressure on his tail lift for a moment, and Ryoga lashed out desperately, turning his hips and body to fling the mass of flesh and scales at Isabel. This wasn't a graceful move, and the spikes digging into his flesh were happy to tear more as he thrashed about. But in return, his tail, heavy and wide as a log was flung right at Isabel's dragon armor, he wanted to crack this girl's shell like a turtle. He needed to come back down on her, bring all his weight and pull the wretched woman right out of her armor before he could hope to end her constant assault on his divine flesh.
It seemed Kyle would have his own moment in the fight though, his small form once more ignored as the two titans clashed. His new position would give him a great view of the brawl, especially Ryoga escaping his earlier trap and Isabel's latest injury on the beast. His right hand was screaming in pain, at least it would be after the adrenaline died down in his system.
