Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20191002225724/@comment-39280634-20191018082724

Here i stand, all cut and bruised but not beaten, in my abominable form (i had to pretend being a strong 'human', but that wasn't needed anymore), grueling fight after grueling fight against these freakin' bastards: lawles mercs, opressive barbarians and irredeemable criminals, all of them deserving an honest-to-Lilith beatdown for their horrid ways, avenging crime and unjustice. This fight 'Colloseum' was wretched hive of scum and villany like no other. Well, it was... until i pummeled the crap out of seemingly all of them. I knew the strongest champion here was the ringleader of this whole operation. But my plans went to hell when 'monster-girls' crashed this party and started 'picking up' the other fighters, including the big boss. And now they want a piece of me. I really don't feel like dealing with them right now: i'm here to grab the chief-criminal himself and turn him over, alive.

I get jumped by several husband-hungry monster-girls but i push them off, trying to pull my punches... and my anger, as to not hurt them (i do have some appreciation for them, unlike humans). Eventually, the monster-girls send their own greatest champion: a massive dinossaur girl, who apparently got infatuated with my 'style'. Oh fuck this; i recognise her as one of those from the Reptile Kingdom: pushy, arrogant, savage (as in un-fucking-civilised) and absolutely disrespectful towards people in general. The "might-makes-right" type. I hate them. No different than the bastards here.

She roars at me to make herself look as manacing as possible, stomping the ground to flawnt her strength and size, each step making the ground quake. But in my anger i'm absolutely unimpressed. Not wanting to waste time and effort with this, i warn her: "Back off ! This does not concern you !". She gives me the worst of answers: "No ! YOU concern me ! I want to see that fighting prowess ! I want to feel that impressive strength of yours ! Prove yourself and FIGHT ME !"

Godamnit. You want me to lower to your level ? Fine. Be that way. I can do that. But i won't be responsible for my actions. Bring it. I muster all my rage and hate so i can further grow my already monstrous form. I turn into a hulking monster myself... to fight another monster. I bellow in my rage-filled, distorted voice at her: "LANCE SMASH STUPID DINOSAUR GIRL !!!"

We both run towards each other like two heavy runaway trains about to crash against one another. Our clash was like the crashing of a large meteor. It boomed for kilometers, for every neighboring kingdoms to hear. The entire, now empty Colosseum, shattered from the sheer shock of the clash, all of it turned to ruble. Only thing left standing was me and the large dinosaur girl, our arms locked in perpetual, equal strength, neither giving up, neither relenting...