RP:Between a Rohk and a Hard Place

“Xzavior fights Ro”

Xzavior grinned and made his way out the door. Once he reached the clearing he threw a snowball to get Rohk's attention and crossed his arms with a grin. "Come on, I don't feel like letting sleeping dogs lie today." He hummed to himself and waited for him to get up and make his move. Frost went first last time so it was Rohk's turn to throw the first punch. He liked to keep things even that way.

Rohk’s head perked up, tilted in the direction of the snowball which is caught to steam in his maw. For a moment he slipped up and twin tails wag in tandem but only for a few strokes. He rises, fully ready to charge with a push off his haunches he does just that. He had new ideas for his bendy foe since breaking him in half didn’t work last time. He was clearing the distance at a speed Xzavior could follow, it wasn’t his fastest but that wasn’t the point. Before reaching the snake he skidded to a sliding halt, throwing up snow, grasses, and more importantly dirt from the trenches of all four paws. It should have came like a wave; A single bark ignites flame, the outward burst melting the sand to tiny glass shards and the grasses sent splaying like mini fireballs in Xzavior’s direction. For good measure his tails would come about, slicing through the middle of the debris and sending it spinning out for a wider berth. He wasn’t playing push the dumbass over today, today it was more like a good chance for barbeque.

Xzavior braced himself for a tackle but seeing as he wasn't going as fast as before he decided to just move out of the way of him and hopefully trip him up as he passed. But when the grass and such came at him he dipped his head down to avoid the glass shards and his body cooled to low temps to counteract the fire. His tails however he had to lift his arms up and coat them with ice so that they just bounced off with little problems. So Ro wants to fight dirty eh? Xzavior could live with that. He paced around the hound not laying a hand on him but he looked as if he were concentrating intently on him. After a moment snow started to fall and quickly pick up before being whipped around as if they were in the middle of a blizzard. He didn't much worry about what affect it might have on his cabin. It already had snow when it shouldn't thanks to him. The intended purpose was to make it hard to see anything through the snow including himself and his ice blue scales. Rohk was a bit easier and he could feel the difference in heat in the area to single out the hound so it wouldn't make much of a difference to Frost. Placing his hands to the snow on the ground he picked up an ice sword and quickly moved to flank him before dashing forwards to ram into Rohk's side with the sword tip out further then him.

Rohk didn’t use his eyes to see like most things; his vision was more on people’s life essence than anything and had nothing to do with the standard five senses. The snow sizzled and popped against his blackened scales, but it did little to cause him a want to kick up the heat just yet. When he envisions Xzavior’s approach he halfsteps back, his hind quarters coming about so when the blade strikes him it wedges between shoulder scales and hopefully the force of his own advance would cause him to crash into the beast head on. It is a lazy move, but only if Xzavior’s flesh makes contact will he trigger the fully enflamed form. It would take more than a single blow to draw blood from him, that was made very clear.

Xzavior would have smacked into him even if his blade did do as intended. He was a bit disappointed that it didn't pierce right away but he had always liked a challenge. Much like Rohk's inability to be bled, Xzavior was hard to burn. So when the hellhound caught fire he was warmed up but other then that he was fine, though the thought of fire and ice colliding head on always brought a chuckle out of him. Pulling back he twirled the blade before pulling out another one similar to the first and slashing razor sharp, and blisteringly cold, winds relentlessly at Rohk. He wasn't starting off with a handicap and he wasn't about to give him a chance to give him one this time. As he continued his assault he would see if he could push back Rohk, if not he would meet the hound head on again.

Rohk seemed happy when the Naga hits him hard, it wasn’t enough to make him budge but the icey winds that followed did well enough to dampen his flame. Wave after wave of slashing bitterness snuff and dull the now amber form to a shiny black glean. Sharp talons follow the tracks of his paw, toes lifting up enough to give him the leverage to dig deep into the earth beneath his feet. He bears down, four full grips launch his body toward the blistering effects in an attempt to cut through it rather than chance being blindsided if he went around. His head was down, jeweled horns meant to meet Xzavior with the full force of his entire weight on the single focus of a head butt- anything to get him to stop the relentless pain he would never admit to knowing the sting of. It wasn’t the easiest choice, but the stubborn ass would gnaw of a limb before sitting in a trap if he had to.

Xzavior was going to do something very stupid and he was not about to back out of it. As soon as Rohk lunged forward he dropped the swords and took the headbutt with a grunt, keeping those horns away from his body. He was pretty sure Rohk had broken something. There was no way he didn't, but right now he couldn't worry about that. He grabbed the hound's horns and twisted himself above Rohk before wrapping his tail around his head and neck and pushing all of his weight down. Hey, at least he was being kind and keeping the dirt out of Rohk's face. His tail would be taking most of that if he did hit the ground. But just as before he was extremely cold to the touch. One to protect him from Rohk's heat and another to do the same as him. Like an actual fight between hot and cold.

The hound growls deep, the sound from his bellows creating an eerie vibration through his form. In all that snakes twisting he manages to loosen and knock off the silver jeweled adornment on the beasty’s horn, revealing the one once broken in battle. Fury struck. It was like a sudden jolt when the flames shoot from between each scale, his hackles rising ever so slightly to release the fury of the seven hells in an unnaturally torrid flame. His armored scales looked near molten as vicious paws come over his head, and razored claws begin to rip at the snake hide collar wrapped around his neck. When they did hit the ground it was all he could do to grind the blunt of Xzavior’s body, twisting to his back for two distinct purposed; to crush the sonofabitch with his mass as well as dig those hackles into the softer human-ey parts up top.

Xzavior Gritted his teeth as the heat began to pick up and his body was being grinded against the ground. He was going to lose some scales for sure after this one. To keep his composure he matched the hellhound's intense heat but could only ride out the pain of being grounded. Those claws were blocked when the rest of his body that wasn't on the ground was covered in a layer of ice all the way up to his waist. It would lock him in place and keep those claws from entering his flesh. But as Rohk flipped over he growled and leaned in and over Rohks head so that his upper half was in a better place as Rohk writhed on his back. An idea flashed in his mind and he waited for Rohk to move one way and start for the other before twisting with all his might with Rohk to get him off of his back and turned to those hackled and slipping a dagger of ice right in between them. It wouldn't last long though. That wasn't his intent either. The blade melted almost as soon as it would sink into the hound's flesh or even if it glanced off his scales. In either case his hands would be in a little worse shape having them so close to fire and all. They burned like hell and looked a little charred. But then again it was snowing like crazy so it might have been his imagination.

An agonizing howl came from the creature. The blade pierced through and lingered long enough to hit tip of blade to bone of shoulder before melting in the intensely burning inferno that dwelled beneath the surface of those molten scales. The wound cauterized almost immediately, the only blood to come of it was a spew of melted dagger that was once held by his opponent. His tails come up in unison, each one taking an opposing route to wrap around the Naga’s neck. If Xzavior did not release his icy grip his head would be severed from his body. This was no longer a friendly fight, Ro was in it for blood. Every last drop. If the latch would take hold the bladed empennages would twist, the counteracting spiral torqueing until the release of himself, or the Naga’s head. Whichever came first.

Xzavior had done what he wanted, draw blood. As soon as he confirmed that he dropped all the offensive and went to defensive. He had seen the tails heading his way while twisting forwards and got away from them by jumping and pulling himself away from Rohk. He wouldn't leave him with a parting hit or anything of the nature. He wouldn't even add insult to injury. Making his way away from the hellhound he grabbed the silver horn that laid on the ground and took it with him as he remained a few paces away from Rohk. he noticed that the hound really picked things up after this thing fell off so he might as well give it back to him. He'd even put it on seeing as Rohk couldn't do it himself as far as he knew. He wouldn't try right now. Not when his claws were still free to swing around wildly and potentially gut him. So he waited for Rohk to get up and make his move.

Rohk got up, front legs pacing as he deliberated exactly what he should do. He looks up to the cabin, Sabrina standing there with a book ready to fall from her fingers and her mouth open in shock over how this playful match had escaladed. It was a momentary exchange which ended in the hound blowing a round of snot at Xzavior’s belly. He left his adornment in the hands of the Naga and wandered north. Likely he would go to the dwarves for a replacement before he would accept the broken on in Xzavior’s hand.

Xzavior didn't look back to see Sabrina's look. He moved out of the way of the incoming snot and watched the hellhound take his leave. Seems he was shown a bit of mercy. He looked at the horn in hand then finally turned back to the cabin and made his way inside past Sabrina. He gave her an apologetic look for having witnessed what transpired and placed the thing in the guest room. He didn't want it or need it, seeing as Ro didn't either he might as well find some use for it. But that could happen later. He still hurt from top to bottom from that one.