Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171231064307/@comment-28358106-20180109053007

(Battle synopsis and final entry for this segment)

(Tirush didn't care about gaining points or winning the Hunt. Towards the end, she was concerned only with fighting Armata.  He had disrespected her the day before and made his intentions clear, and now she was going to reciprocate.)

(From the moment they began, to say she held nothing back is an understatement. It was clear right away that she held staggering strength and blinding speed, both reminiscent of the primeval creatures that once held the world in awe of their power.  Almost immediately she turned the battlefield into a blazing wasteland, her streams of fire lashing out a hundred yards at a time, obliterating forests and raking the abandoned headquarters with an otherworldly inferno.)

(It was also clear that while she didn't have the overwhelming strength of Marcus or the mastery of arts that Armata possessed, what she did have was a singular ferocity that neither had seen in ages, if at all. She splintered flaming trees and hurled molten boulders, turning them into fiery clouds of shrapnel and blazing meteors that exploded like bombs.  She would punch her opponent into an earth-shattering crater, hurl them into the air with her prehensile feet, and blaze upward in a fountain of fire.  She would strike with her wings, the edges of which were like getting hit with steel bars, slicing them through the air like twin blades; she would bring both fists down like a hammer from the gods.  There was no doubt that Tirush was a creature from a legendary time, relentless and utterly bereft of personal fear. And all the while she raged, bellowing challenges, shaking the air with her fire-speech to let her opponent that she was as potent as when she started.)

(But, for all her ferocity, she didn't fight like a berzerk animal. She fought with cunning and judgement, showing that she was more than capable of sizing up an opponent and attacking from points of opportunity.  Every advantage she could take she did, whether from fighting in the air where she had three dimensions of movement, or making the terrain so unstable so as to be unusable.  But, more than anything, she never, ever stopped.  She fought as close as possible, keeping up a personal assault with talon, tooth, and fire.)

(She was proven not to be invincible. At one point, she was smashed into a pile of debris with astonishing speed.  An iron blade pierced her through the torso, and she pulled it out, but not before heating the blade red hot and using it to cauterize the wound.)

(In the end she was covered in wounds, dirt, sweat and blood, but while she was breathing heavily, she showed no sign of slowing down. It was only when Armata left that she acquiesced the end of the fight, and angrily stated that they would continue some other time, but not before claiming victory that day.)