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Superboy opens his mouth to respond to Liyara when Purple... turns to water? He looks back in concern and a hint of fear but no one reacts...? Maybe it's fine. "God, this place got weirder while I was gone." He shakes his head as he glances back to the.. uh... tree. "Much weirder." He picked up his coat, right? Slipping it back on he simply shakes his head again. "I think I need to be somewhere else. Someplace that doesn't feel like Mxyzptlk's summer home." He waves to the tree and heads out the door while rubbing his head. "I feel like this is a story Impulse wrote. I need to find that imp and strangle him."
 
Superboy opens his mouth to respond to Liyara when Purple... turns to water? He looks back in concern and a hint of fear but no one reacts...? Maybe it's fine. "God, this place got weirder while I was gone." He shakes his head as he glances back to the.. uh... tree. "Much weirder." He picked up his coat, right? Slipping it back on he simply shakes his head again. "I think I need to be somewhere else. Someplace that doesn't feel like Mxyzptlk's summer home." He waves to the tree and heads out the door while rubbing his head. "I feel like this is a story Impulse wrote. I need to find that imp and strangle him."
  
 
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Behind Superboy, a feminine hand slips out of the knothole and waves, before returning to its home in the tree, which then proceeds to shrink back into the ground the way it came.  Trees and Relative Dimensions in Space.  Huh.
 
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Blunderdome

Summary: Three people enter... one leaves a tree?



Who: Liyara, Purple, Superboy
When: March 27th, 2020
Where: The Arena


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The Arena - Stands(#5275R)

Stepping through the fissure at the height of lopsided steps, visitors to the arena are admitted to a coliseum-like seating area, dropping away for what seems hundreds of rows. In reality it's a few dozen, but something in the air distorts perception and makes everything about this bizarre structure - including what passes within - particularly... epic. Those sensitive to fluctuations in power - be it chi, magic, magnetic leylines, or what have you - may be overwhelmed as nothing seems to pass through the walls or high domed ceiling, which broods overhead, and is mercifully lit by streamers of multicoloured LEDs and wildly swaying fluorescent strip lighting.

The very basic stone pews are scattered with debris of all kinds, from blankets and cushions left behind by dedicated spectators, to beer cans, pizza boxes, and unhurled missile weapons left behind by the wilder bunch. The latter behavior is very much encouraged; signs festooning the inner arena bear slogans such as, 'Two men enter, one man leaves!', 'If you want blood... you got it!', and 'We're all gonna die, so let's get high!'

When fights occur, as if by magic large, marsupial fur-suited attendants appear selling everything a rowdy crowd could need to be suitably rude, crude, and loud - bullhorns, massive foam hands, blank-firing assault rifles, and lots and lots of lovely Spunk. It's a beer, you filth. Actually, it's the worst beer ever designed by a mortal man - and advertisements for it are secreted away everywhere, especially where they're least expected.

But it's all about the violence, right? At the base of the gaping terrace squats a malformed, barbed and spiked cage-like structure proudly bearing a 'BLUNDERDOME' sign written in basically-probably-blood. Mutilated stuffed animals have been bolted, hooked, or impaled to the outside of the cage at strategic points, and form chaotic pseudo-rings around the two squat entrance gates. Volunteer bouncers man these keenly, ensuring nobody gets in or out who shouldn't be getting in or out.

It's about a twelve foot drop from there to the dirty, bloody floor of the fighting pit. Gather around, you brutal bastards, and place your bets!


Having read all of the books in the library more than once by this point, and retaining at least a surprising chunk of that information, Superboy makes his way to the Arena. Or... what used to be the arena. Everything that mentioned it brought up the idea that it was a town hall or pantheon or something. But then there's records of chain-link fences and barbed wire as well as the permit for tank ammunition. Once he was free to dawn his civilian clothes, curiosity got the better of him and down he went. What he was not expecting was to walk into what looked like a wrestling arena. Stepping inside the double doors, the boy of Steel glances around suspiciously.

"...it smells like a zoo." It does. Kangaroos to be exact. Luckily they're not in the scene today because no one wants to kick Rebecca with a stick tonight. Somehow the place is already covered in trash and empty beer cans. With a raised brow, Superboy takes off his sunglasses and runs a hand through his hair. "Anyone home...?"


"I'd not venture to call this anyone's home, let alone mine." Liyara calls out from the stands, where she's been wandering for the last few minutes. The redheaded dragonborn had been exploring more of her local surroundings now that she had multi-dimensional observation more or less on lockdown, when she discovered a place for fighting! What could be more exciting?!

It turns out, almost everything. There's nothing here to fight! Nothing going on at all, really. In fact, the only thing remotely exciting is the decoration, which Liyara decides looks like a modern human attempt at an Orc stronghold. Spikes and barbs are nice and all, but the stuffed animals and bloody signs all scream 'this is the danger zone!' to her, and not in the genuine way. Well, what does she know of modern human spectacle?

More impressive is the way space seems to distort to make the stands look larger than they are. A trick Liyara is trying to get to the bottom of right now. The woman alights into the air every so often, her tiny wings carrying her through the stands as she examines them closely to assess their glamour. "...But you're not the only one here. So. Now there's two of us trying not to smell the place." Her complaints might seem more genuine if she wasn't tracking blood all over the place from a fresh wound in her palm.

Correction: Intentionally spreading blood all over the place. Who does that?


Purple hears voices! Oh. She thought she was in here by herself! But no, there's others around! She climbs up over the edge of the arena pit, having been balancing on top of one of the downward pointed spikes that prevent people from climbing up. She was thinking of climbing down. Yes there's an entrance, but she thought she saw some gold down on one of the spikes, turned out to be nacho cheese leftovers. Boo. She rolls onto the lip of the edge and flows up to her feet, kind of like a waterfall flowing in reverse with all the purple hair and robes and whatnot. The girl looks over at Superboy first, and waves a hand, then over at Liyara, and waves a hand! o O ( That's a human, and that's..ohh, another dragon. ) "Purple doesn't recognize you!" She calls out to Liyara, apparently bias in who she greets.


Crossing his arms, Superboy rises off the ground. Partly to draw attention to himself and partly to distance himself since it feels like it's fast becoming a crowd. "Look, I don't know what you two have going on, but I was just hoping to find whomever is running the place and ask a few questions. Don't let me get in your way." This is a public place, right? From the looks of things he wonders briefly if they're breaking and entering. If only he knew either of these ladies.

That's roughly the moment when he remembers he's not on the clock. Did we just say 'ladies'? "But you know, if either of you feel you need some protection I could lend you my services." At least he floats back down to the ground. "I know, you're thinking 'you're so lucky' but that's just one of my many duties since returning to Twisted." He puffs his chest out a little. "Protecting the innocent. Saving kittens. That sort of thing."


Of course, Liyara had no idea there was another dragon in the area. Typically, other dragons are loud, big, and don't have the slightest subtlety, so the redhead doesn't need to really sniff them out. So when she is greeted by Purple, Liyara turns her head to look, and *still* doesn't register the fact that there's another dragon or dragonkin here. Just a purple, short child that seems oddly likeable at first glance. That's weird.

"...Liyara doesn't recognize you, so the feeling is mutual, tiny one." She raises an eyebrow for a moment, then goes back to spreading blood in what turns out to be concentric circles along the stands. Closer observation will reveal that the blood is a flame. No, not aflame, the blood is actually made of flame. The dragoness bleeds fire. And that fiery blood she's been leaving in a pattern around the stands licks and flickers in place. It's not weird.

When the young man offers his thoughts, such as they are, Liyara doesn't bother looking up from her work. "Protection from what? This place is boring - there aren't even any displacer beasts or blink dogs in the back area." She reaches up and takes a quick bite of her thumb before pressing it down inside a small circle she's drawn, leaving a welt of fire in the ground.

"...I checked."


Purple looks over at Superboy as he flies. Oh, not a human then? Maybe a human but one that can fly? Are there such things? No wings...magic? Must be magic flying. Is he doing it to show off? He might be. She claps towards him! "Purple is okay right now." She says and hops off of the lip of the pit, landing in some gum or...some kind of dried gelatinous substance. Her hair gets in it too. She takes a step towards Liyara with a smile, though her head yanks back from where it's stuck. She winces and ows, rubbing the back of her head as her hair, which already looks close to water in how it moves about it, turns fully liquid to free itself. It travels down around her feet, cleaning them as she walks to Liyara, because the whole place is just full of gunk like this! She wants to ask Liyara what she's doing, but it's obviously fire magic, isn't it? Some kind of... "Purple wonders if you're making a summoning circle?"


Superboy scoffs at Liyara. "Y'know. Threats. You might get..." He glances around for something, anything, "Tetanus. From the barbed wire." He visibly cringes at his own lame excuse. Time to change the subject, "Hey, wait, wait, wait. Why are you smearing blood on everything?!" He holds his hands up as if he's going to stop her when she's already most of the way done it seems. "I'm pretty sure that counts as graffiti or terroristic threatening." What is with people on this crazy rock? "I know it seems bad out there but there's help you could get! I can take you to the hospital! You don't have to do this!"

Luckily the 'ow' from Purple gets his attention and saves him from doing anything else to shove his foot in his mouth. That's about the time he pieces it together. Magic. His eye twitches. "This is going to end badly, isn't it...?" That's not meant for anyone but himself but he has no control over his mouth sometimes, so feel free to make him regret it. Still. "Unless you're trying to do some spell to clean this place up, you should probably stop. This might be private property. There are contracts on file for a lot of this..." He gestures around to the mess. "...stuff."


"No, but it's not too different." Liyara responds to Purple, engrossed enough in her work that she completely misses the hair-is-water (or is it water-as-hair?) thing the girl has going on. "...I suppose you could call it summoning, if you wanted to be technical." She seems to be pleased that someone actually attempts to understand what she's doing instead of just telling her to stop...

...Until someone doesn't bother and just tells her to stop. The redhead glances up at Superboy, noting that he can fly effortlessly, and shrugs. "There won't be any of my marks left when I'm done. Besides," the woman sneers, not hiding her contempt well, "it fits with the decor." Right.

The woman retrieves a tiny scroll from the bag at her hip, and places it standing-up on the mark she just made on the ground. She takes her palm wound and places it against the scroll, letting blood run down and around it in fiery rivulets, until the words on the page come to life, and she takes a step back. "There, all that's left to do now is wait." Apparently she didn't take the 'you should probably stop' as gospel. Or even worthy of consideration. Nice lady.

Liyara looks up at the other two, finally, as all the blood she left throughout the stadium starts glowing a totally-healthy bright orange. She looks from Purple to Superboy, then back. "...Well? Are you two going to introduce yourselves, or am I just going to stand here and be hotter than you?"


Purple decides that Superboy is a human with magic powers, the way he is telling people to stop and ordering them around. She -knows- that's not something a dragon would do, well...they would, but they would then back it up by eating the people who didn't listen, or other dragon things. Yes. She'll stop close to Liyara, though not invasive space close, climbing up on a nearby seat to stand on it, she's only 3'5" after all, it gets hard to see things. "Purple's called Purple." She looks Liyara over, she has a good shifted form for a dragon, wings and all that. It's impressive, like Rigwroth was when she was alive. She then looks over at Superboy, "Purple thinks you shouldn't tell dragons what to do." Then the bright orange starts and she looks around the stadium, her hair changing back to actual hair instead of water that pretends it's hair.


Superboy takes an extra step back to avoid any contact with Purple as she takes her seat. Magic and him don't really get along, but to Liyara first he can't help but announce, "Yeah, you are." Focus, did that little twirp just dis you? "Hey, I'm a super-hero AND a police officer." He grabs the sides of his open jacket and flashes that stylized 'S' shield. "They call me Superboy!" How is it you can almost hear the font used in his name when he says that? He unhands his jacket and pushes his hair back once more. "Genetic clone of Superman? Former protector of Hawaii? Founding member of Young Justice?" Why doesn't anyone here know these things?! "The newspapers used to call me the Metropolis Kid." Yep. That reference is going to draw their attention. He notices the lack of it and deflates just a little. "These days people call me Kon-El."

There was a point to all this, right? "Look. I'm not here to tell anyone what to do. I'm just trying to make sure everyone stays safe. That's what I do. Now if I happen to impress some defenseless woman into throwing herself at me. Well... That's just the price I have to pay for being me." Right.


"You think not?" Liyara responds to Purple's comment, still in the process of truly looking at the people that have been occupying the space with her lately. She's not abundantly cautious, so she didn't give them much thought prior. "...I think that makes the tiny child speaking in third person one of the smartest people I've met on Twisted, yet." Yes, that's how much she thinks of Purple's advice.

Just as the redhead is starting to get hip to the fact that she's in the presence of some other dragon or dragonkin, Superboy starts puffing up his chest and talking himself up. Well, she DID ask for an introduction. Liyara takes in a deep breath as he deflates, and then quirks her mouth to the side to exhale some smoke languidly. "...Liyara, daughter of Lux, granddaughter of Hoondarh." She makes a monumental effort of will not to follow her intro up with Hoondarh and Lux's proper titles, and succeeds with flying colors.

"...Do you get a lot of those weak human women with this routine?" Her brilliant green eyes wander Superboy up and down for a moment. "...It would work back where I'm from, but I get the impression humans are almost intelligent around here."


Purple indeed, shows zero acknowledgement or recognition of Superboy's many titles and whatnot things. He sure has a lot of names. Oh, there's that feeling in her heart. She puts a hand over it, taking in a little breath. It's jealousy, she's pretty sure of it, and it pulls at your heart a bit, and makes you remember something you don't have that someone else has...a lot of, in this case. So many names. She wonders if he's an important human or...well, he said he's a super-hero and police office, and she's never heard of that species, but it's definitely not dragon. "Hello!" She'll say to Liyara, and Superboy is here too, but she waved at him earlier, right? "Purple hasn't heard those names before. She wonders if you know Damon The Overlord?" This might be one of those dragons that wasn't created by him, from another world. She's talking to the super hero and police officer creature though, so she looks back to him, then back to Liyara, "Purple's been told that some of them can think for themselves, but she hasn't learned how to tell the difference yet." Not be their smell...she sniffs at the air, what DO Liyara and Superboy smell like anyway?


Hair products and facial creams. That's what Superboy probably smells like. Fake coconuts. Maybe a hint of leather. At least he stays clean. He sorta has to shower excessively wearing a skin-tight body suit. His ego takes a heavy blow from Liyara as he turns his attention to Purple. Why does he look slightly pale now? "With a name like that, I'd only know him if I'd punched him." Well, it's true. He drops down on one knee, partly to look in the girl's eyes and partly to escape Liyara's stare a moment. "I can only assume this is Purple the Powerful?" oO(Purple the pain, maybe.) Then again Purple might not be her name. Maybe that's profanity in her language? "No offense. Just trying to be funny." He smiles and rises back to his feet. He finger guns at her as he crosses his arms once more. "Look. Seriously. What are you doing here? If you two are planning on doing something destructive I'm going to have to find a way to stand in your way and none of us want that."


"And I haven't heard of Damon the Overlord before." Liyara raises an eyebrow, looking Purple over again. Her eyes narrow after a moment, and she zeroes *directly* in on an issue she overlooked a moment ago. It might seem like she's copying Superboy, but it's really just Liyara reacting late - she does that sometimes. Too many things to juggle at once, some of them are lower priority.

Like people.

"...Yes, is Purple your name?" Flitting her wings, Liyara takes a few steps back so she can encompass Superboy and Purple both in her field of vision easily. For the record, she smells like burnt wood and smoke, but in a pleasant way - like a campfire. Behind her, and around them all, the glowing flame-blood starts slowly evaporating, and a low rumble fills the Arena. It's pretty quiet, in truth. Probably nothing - just the stands settling or what have you.

"I'm simply linking the Arena to the feywild so I can ethereally jaunt between places with my Solace Bole without the need of a dimensional anchor." ... Uh huh. Sure. Some of those were words. After a moment, Liyara's eyes roam up and down Superboy's body - a bit too much like a piece of meat, really. Not the metaphor, either. "...But if you're looking for an excuse to fight a dragon..." Her eyes look delighted - which can't be a very good sign.


Purple looks back into Superboy's eyes with her purple ones. It almost looks like the different hues of purple are swirling about each other, like ripples from a lake when a pebble gets dropped in them. She then giggles as the Purple the Powerful comment, "No, Purple's just Purple right now." She never got named, so she can't have some other part of her name. That doesn't make sense. Humans are silly. She looks back to Liyara and shakes her head, then nods her head, "Purple wasn't given a name by Damon The Overlord, so Purple is Purple until she gets a name." It's been years and years since she was born, like lots, but still no name. And it's not like the other dragons would name her. She looks over at the magic glow again, dimensional anchor. Like what Rigwroth used to free Damon The Overlord and summon him and a chunk of the continent to Neo Tokyo? Her impression of Liyara just went up about ten notches, and she shifts her posture to try and stand a little straighter, brushing her hair back from her shoulders. She opens her mouth with a light gasp of excitement at the mention of a fight.


To be fair it's been a long while since he was in a good fight with anyone. Especially a hot woman. Not since... Knockout? Wow. His mind reels at how long ago that was. That glee in her eyes though. "Eh, if that's what it takes, sure. But I get it. I don't know why you'd want to anchor yourself to a place like this though. Why not the 24-7, or the mall or something?" He punches his fist, "If I could teleport..." Yeah. He really does get it. Remember where he's from. "But uh, if you want to have a spar I should warn you you've got me at a disadvantage already. I've got this...." should he really be bringing up his weaknesses? "Eh, you'll see." He cracks his knuckles. "I'll go easy on you." Yeah. Those words always end well.


"Well, where I'm from, a dragon chooses her own name - provided her parent didn't deem fit to do so." Liyara shrugs at that, tossing the idea out like a bone. "...Maybe this 'Damon the Overlord' just figured you'd do that if you really wanted a name?" Out of the mouth of babes come the damndest things.

As the redhead continues sizing both of them up, though mostly Superboy, the rumbling slowly dies down, and a smug look crosses her face. "...Weakness to fire? Oh, don't feel too bad, practically everyone has." Liyara's eyes lid a bit. "And I'm making sure I can come AND go as I please, not tying myself down." She huffs and puffs, causing more smoke to fill the air, this time drifting straight towards Superboy. "Do I look like the kind of woman who lets herself get tied down?" ... ... Are we still doing 'phrasing'?


Purple has rapt attention towards Liyara now that she's on par with Rigwroth in her opinion. At her words of naming herself, Purple works her mouth, showing her fangs as she bites her lower lip. Her eyebrows draw together and she folds her arms. "Purple isn't sure if that's true. Is she allowed to name herself?" What would she call herself? She doesn't know if that even works. But she's never tried it, because if it DID work, then she'd be stuck with that name, and what if she was supposed to have a different name, and Damon The Overlord is just waiting until he's ready to give her a name, even though he's given all the other dragons names within a year or two of them being born, sometimes right when they came out of their eggs. She exhales once, these two are fighting, she should be paying attention to that fight, but Liyara is on the upper levels of dragon unlike her, so she has to think about everything she's told and do what a dragon would do and say what a dragon would say. She looks over at Superboy, "Purple thinks you'll lose badly and might get eaten."


The Metropolis Kid smirks despite himself as the dragoness comes closer to him. "Oh, I bet a hottie like you doesn't mind getting 'tied down' if the circumstances are right." It's really hard to keep playing the hero card when someone is advancing towards you quite like that. "I didn't say anything about fire, thank you. Otherwise I'd already be burned." Remember Kon, she uses magic. He glances at Purple and laughs. Luckily we're spared innuendos about being eaten. "But if we're going to do this, let's do this. Put your money where your mouth is. But if you yield you've gotta go on a date with me. That's the rules." Gotta have rules. He gestures towards the cage in the center of the room. "Ladies first?" He's doomed.


"Probably. I did." Liyara says in regards to Purple's question. Of course, Liyara didn't have a god-like figure or religious-like worship to contend with. She just was born, and she was awesome, and she knew it. Like every dragon where she's from. She turns back to Superboy.

"...Where my mouth is?" She sounds entertained, and with each syllable, sparks fly from deep within the recesses of her mouth, as if there were some sort of flint and wheel revving just below her throat. "You're funnier than I gave you credit for. I'll give you a shot." The woman twirls to look towards the cage, and in the spin she's enveloped by a golden glow, which dies down to reveal she's no longer standing next to the pair. Is she in the cage now? Yes, yes she is.

"One free shot." The woman holds her hand out in the way a boxing coach might hold out a sparring mitt, and she looks up to where Superboy is in the stands. "Hit me as hard as you can, right here, and if it hurts, I'll consider sparring with you." See, that is what we call a 'counter-offer', wherein one party wishes to renegotiate the terms of the deal.

"I worry you heard 'hit me kind of hard, but not so hard that you might kill me, because you're a good, principled, upstanding hero." Liyara squares her feet just a little, lowers her tail to the ground as if to brace herself, and her eyes pulse with a bright green glow. "...What I said was... Hit me. As hard. As. You. Can."

Ohhhh boy.


Purple isn't sure if probably is a good enough statement for such an important life event for a dragon. But Liyara said she named herself, and from her appearance it looks like she can true shift, so it hasn't held back her dragon development. She'll have to give this considerable thought. But it's fight time, and she's very interested to see Liyara's abilities! Can she raise the dead? Manipulate emotions? Is she dragon strong? She bets she is! She looks around as Liyara disappears, and then looks over to the pit, giggling as she bounces and climbs over the stands to get back to the edge and look into it. Oh, she even talks like Rigwroth. If reincarnation was a thing she knew about she might be having such thoughts! She makes it to the edge and climbs on top to stand and watch. o O ( Okay, really look now...like a dragon. ) A soft purple glow forms around the outer edges of her eyes, bringing her vision over from normal to magic and aura sight.


Perhaps a little too quickly Superboy is in the air and descending into the cage. "One question. If I hit you with a brick wall, would you be okay?" We're going to assume for the sake of narrative that she's going to answer yes to that because waiting another round just to get on with things is ridiculous. It takes the span of a second for the Boy of Steel to cross the cage, hitting her with all of his momentum and at least a sizeable portion of his strength. Greater than the amount of force of an oncoming semi-truck barreling out of control at least. Fast enough that the dirt and grime is launched across the cage with the punch, splattering the other side of the room with debris. The odd thing about his punch is that he doesn't actually punch at all. There's no physical contact from his fist as he throws up his Tactile Telekinesis around his hand to spare himself from her magic. It won't make any difference in the amount of force he throws at her, but it means he's got a gap between his leather glove and actually touching her. Honestly, this is part of the reason his punch is pulled at all. Assuming she lets it connect, and assuming she's fine, he'll pause just to make sure of it. If not, he'll throw that telekinetic bubble out around her to keep her from being thrown backwards. But something tells me that's unnecessary. "Is that acceptable?"


As it turns out, using magical sight is somewhat of a let-down at first for Purple; Liyara is absolutely, definitely, without a doubt, a half-dragon. Very clearly a lawful good gold dragonborn, not a full dragon. That's what it says, right there on the magic tin. Except, then there's the aura. Liyara has a very clear transmutation aura around her, the kind of thing that would be expected if she was, in fact, a dragon shifted into a humanoid form. And to make matters muddier, she also has a powerful evocation aura - powerful enough that one might almost be forgiven for thinking it belonged to the room rather than the woman. Is she... just... living magic? That's elemental stuff, right there. A lot of mixed signals.

When Liyara nods in response to Superboy's question, she arches a single eyebrow as he darts in nice and fast, coming in with the force of a massive vehicle at high speeds. As the punch comes in, the observant viewer will notice golden scales creeping up and round the side of Liyara's face, collarbone, and arms. When that telekinetic blow comes in, there's no dodging, no last minute defensive techniques, no skill or fancy bs. Just a hand catching a blow.

Mongul was less sturdy.

There's not an ounce of give when the blow comes in, though also not a single hint of reflected force - the entire physical impact just stops dead in Liyara's hand like it was choreographed. The vertical slits in her chartreuse-green eyes become more pronounced, the color actually gets brighter, if that were at all possible, and even her hair gets redder. The world around them grows darker by a perceptible amount, and when the woman grins, her teeth are sharp spears that interlock together in such a splendid fashion it would make a shark jealous.

"Fast. But only fast." The syllables aren't heard so much as felt, deep rumbles that carry through the air as her teeth shear apart to speak. Thunder in the shape of words.

And that magical aura? It never wavers.


Purple studies Liyara closely with her eyes. She's been working on this for years and can finally see things like named dragons can. Hm, half-dragon...gold colored. Really? Her father or mother bred with a non-dragon? It's not completely out there, because Rigwroth mated with that dark angel, but Blemish and Yukari are not very dragon like, no matter how much they try. Okay, Blemish has a giant hoard, but she inherited it! Oh, but...there's more, okay! This makes more sense! She probably IS a dragon but is just true-shifted, so her properties are reading that way. She exhales a little phew as her hair gets blown in the wind from Superboy's passing. She steadies her feet on the edge of the arena. And then she catches his fist, or the air next to his fist? She bounces to the side to get a better angle on the fight. She claps, cheering for Liyara because that's what you do when you watch fights! Is Liyara shifting into her dragon form?


Normal, ordinary people have this 'fight or flight' thing that tells them to get the hell out of the way when standing in front of imminent danger. This is a normal, ordinary reaction to danger. Superboy is not normal or ordinary and so when confronted with a bear he pokes at it with a stick. "You must have a lovely singing voice."

* CRACK *

Kon punches her just as hard in the stomach before he backs away. He might not be acting any differently, but he's sweating and it's not because of the heat. He takes off his coat, throwing it somewhere to the side where hopefully it'll be safe as he pulls a Neo and gestures for her to come at him. "I thought we were sparring. This is feeling awfully one-sided so far Babe-zilla." Sorry, Kaijin.


"I've been told I do." Liyara's skyquake of a voice shudders through the air, and her grin doesn't falter - until there's that second punch thrown. The air in front of Liyara seems to get hazy at the last second, and her lips close around that crocodile grin, turning into something more resembling a frown. She steps to her left, just around the blow as it would have hammered her in the gut. At the same time, her right hand snakes out as though she was going to grab Superboy's wrist and yank it away from her. Before she can actually make contact, though, she stops herself, and in that instant, he's already backing away.

"I said..." The rumbling continues, and the woman clenches her teeth, forcing the scales back away from her form. When she opens her mouth to speak, she has regular teeth again, and a gout of smoke comes out, rising above them both. Her voice is normal again. "...I'd consider sparring with you." Her voice is very calm, but her expression is sour. "I decline. Next time, give it your ... what do your people call it? ... Your A game?" ... There are some people who call it that.


Purple watches the two exchange blows. Okay, watches Superboy try to exchange blows and Liyara giving up on him. Mercy. Okay, so she doesn't share every personality trait Rigwroth has then. That's okay though! It's also dragony to ignore people that are so weak they're not worth dealing with. Lots of humans are like that for dragons though. Usually, dragons need to fight dragons to have a proper fight. Purple claps a few more times, because the fight is over and Liyara won, so one does that. It's too bad though, she was hoping to see Liyara change her shape into a gigantic dragon.


The Kid wobbles slightly, wiping his brow with his arm. "My A game?! You couldn't..." he drops down to one knee. "Okay, so maybe I need some anti-magic training after all. Gotta... remind myself... to apologize to Guardian." He waves dismissively towards Purple hoping it'll silence her or something. "Look, hotness. I don't think I /can/ bring my A game. You're like a giant radiating ball of Kryptonite." He manages to push himself back to his feet as he shakily moves towards his jacket. "A very attractive ball of Kryptonite but..."


"I do not know what Kryptonite is..." Liyara begins, glancing to Purple and waving for her like a good entertainer should for spectators. "...But if magic weakens you, your performance is understandable." The important thing is that she looks superior and he looks inferior. She is generous enough to allow him to save face, considering the careful facade she's weaving at the moment. In truth, if she hadn't been prepared, he probably would have sent her into the back wall along with all the debris and trash. But she LOOKED invincible, and that's what counts, sometimes.

The redhead sighs, and fans herself for a moment, apparently embracing the 'hotness' comment. "Honestly, it IS hard being this beautiful, but it's much harder to be mundane and colorless." She pauses, glancing back to the stands. "Purple understands, yes?"


Purple ignores Superboy's dismissive wave and instead focuses on Liyara. Though she certainly will remember that Superboy is weak to magic, knowing others weaknesses is very important in life, even if they're not a threat. No missing scale should go unnoticed! Oh, she's being talked to, that's good. Sometimes other dragons just ignore her after awhile. Mundane and colorless, that sounds horrible, so she nods her head, purple hair washing forward over her shoulders with the movement, "Purple does." She considers going down into the pit, but what if Liyara decides to dragon out and murder Superboy after all? She doesn't want to get in the way. She'll take one last look at both of their auras, then look around at the magic about the arena, before the purple light around her eyes fades. Ooh, she's a little light headed now. She sits down on the edge of the arena. Maybe she'll go to sleep.


Superboy seems a little more himself now that Liyara's not pumping magic into the air like an open faucet. Well, she probably always is but logically we're back to the point we started at now. "Kryptonite. It's a rock. It's Superman's Achilles heel. His great weakness. It's commonly known enough that 'Kryptonite' is often used as a descriptor for one's weakness." As he talks he holds a hand up like a puppet making it mock his own words. "Sorry, I've got a bit of an encyclopedia programed into me and before I came here I was reading the Library. It sticks with me for a bit." You'd think with all that some fight tactics would have been included. "I'm going to bail before I embarrass myself anymore today." He glances over at Purple with a raised eyebrow. "Either of you need a lift home?" Is this the best place for her to be sleeping? Well, she was here before they arrived. Maybe she lives here?


"Surprisingly, I understand." Liyara taps her temple once with an index finger. "Magic brain. Retains too much." She offers Superboy a tiny smile, one that might even have trace amounts of sympathy in it, and then she shrugs. "I literally came here specifically to make it one of the places I can do this." She sticks a hand in her bag for a moment, and a full-blown tree just grows out of the ground in between them, from sprout to ancient oak, in about three seconds. Liyara casually walks UP the tree trunk and steps into the knothole that shouldn't be able to hold her, disappearing up to her head in it like a cartoon character hiding behind a light-post.

"But it's nice of you to offer, Kon. May I call you Kon?" ... Somehow there's a Star Trek joke coming out of this, isn't there?


Purple yawns again and waves at both of them, but mostly Liyara, because dragon priorities. "Purple is getting sleepy so she's going to leave now." She smiles, her fangs showing briefly, "Bye bye!" Her body then turns into water and floods away. It was worth coming out and exploring again! She managed to meet a whole new dragon and everything! Maybe there's more out there too! Plus, she wants to talk to Liyara more about things, since she seemed pretty knowy about stuff, and none of the other dragons talk to her anymore. And the gargoyles are useless.


Superboy opens his mouth to respond to Liyara when Purple... turns to water? He looks back in concern and a hint of fear but no one reacts...? Maybe it's fine. "God, this place got weirder while I was gone." He shakes his head as he glances back to the.. uh... tree. "Much weirder." He picked up his coat, right? Slipping it back on he simply shakes his head again. "I think I need to be somewhere else. Someplace that doesn't feel like Mxyzptlk's summer home." He waves to the tree and heads out the door while rubbing his head. "I feel like this is a story Impulse wrote. I need to find that imp and strangle him."


Behind Superboy, a feminine hand slips out of the knothole and waves, before returning to its home in the tree, which then proceeds to shrink back into the ground the way it came. Trees and Relative Dimensions in Space. Huh.



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