Blaise Pendragon
Demonic Server, Hali Bay
11/16/2026
Afternoon, Heavy Winds
Heat: Reset! Back to 0!
Air: 4 Rounds Left!
---Once again, the eruption of flames beneath the surface of the once pitch-black lake.
Showing no hesitation in your movements, or perhaps, simply driven by the same sort of primal instinct that has mothers fighting to the death to procure nourishment for their children, you accept the inevitability of your opponent's resistance, and drive yourself straight towards the demonic crab like a creature possessed, a certain sort of madness in your eyes that some might say would be fitting for a half-demon, here in the world of chaos, where the rules of nature reign supreme, yes-!
Intent on following that primal rule to it's original conclusion, of the winner literally devouring the user, it's certainly a clash fitting of the Demonic Server, one that sends ripples and waves screeching across the surface of a lake that you cannot see, the clash of supernatural beings beginning to tear apart the world around them, as such fights are always destined to do-!
"...!"
Certainly, the giant crab is surprised by the brazenness of your approach; as a demon, as a crystallization of a concept, of a story that exists in the human unconscious, it sees itself as far superior to the simple wildlife in this world, it is a superior entity, a true supernatural being, and yet-!
And yet-!
That bravado is seemingly crushed under a reckless charge-!
The flames of a dragon seem to bathe the entity in it's entirety, and indeed, it does recoil from it; it's only natural, ironically enough, these flames that served as proof of your mixed blood, an inherent mark of your innate connection to Demon-Kind, are a power that itself rejects the supernatural-!
---In a sense, it is a flame that is at it's strongest against 'magic.'
An affinity granted by the father rather than the mother perhaps, but one that exists all the same-!
The purity of it's blood, it's existence as a demon, such things simply make it a more enticing target for them, one that they are better able to destabilize, and thus-!
The grasp of pincers that attempt to crush you, the brute force strength with which you resist-! With your body floating in the water as it is, it's difficult for you to brace yourself against anything to truly push back against the crab and it's (admittedly monstrous) strength, but even as that strength overcomes your momentum, swinging you around with reckless abandon, they are also unable to crush you.
Indeed, they are unable to shake you off either.
---So you pour the flames on.
Some say that crabs scream when they're being boiled alive, of course this isn't quite the case, it's simply air escaping violently from it's shell due to the temperatures, but...
You can hear that screech, or rather, that not screech, as the flames pour over it's massive body.
In terms of mythological presence, the crab known as Karkinos isn't quite that special... It had appeared against Heracles to aid the Hydra, and had been effectively stomped to death more or less instantly, far less of a threat to the great hero of myth than the gargantuan serpent with which he had been previously entangled, in that regard, this sort of one-sided battle is ironically fitting for it.
To appear only to lose instantly...
Yes.
One could be forgiven for thinking the fight would go that simply, that cleanly, however...
---Even blinded by pain, even while being burned alive, it's nature as a Demon is that of one that is not truly stopped by pain; the agony that crosses it's body is familiar, it's the agony of an eternal existence, of meeting it's end over and over and over again within this World, constantly brought back to life by the thoughts of humans. It's the 'immortality' possessed by Demonkind, a form of resurrection that will see them return to life so long as a single 'memory' of them exists, albeit, with the time it takes to do so dependent on a number of different factors.
But that is not important right now.
What is important on the other hand, is that this enemy is no stranger to pain, indeed...
It continues thinking even as it is being boiled alive, and it's answer-!
---A cold feeling shoots through your core, starting at the point of contact with the crab, namely...
Your hands.
There are certain forms of magic that require a physical touch to be successful, and in this case, when it can't shake your grip off, well...
It might as well take advantage of that same grip, that unwillingness to let go-!
[Debilitate! (Spirit Type Spell) Conditions Fulfilled!]
[Natural Resistance Overcome! Blaise's STR, VIT, AGI lowered by one rank! (Three Turns!)]
---You lose power in your arms.
It's just a bit of power, a consequence of your supernatural nature being shackled suddenly, unexpectedly, by the binding magic of a demon, and-!
---It starts to overcome you.
If the two of you were similar in strength before, now that it had the edge, those pincers that you had been holding back suddenly become akin to guillotine blades once again, trembling arms threatening to give away, and-!
You retreat.
Automatically, out of instinct, to keep it from tearing into your body with those blade-like claws, you force your body down and away from the enclosing guillotine that you feel might just be able to pierce your skin -surging with Reiki as it is- and-
-the failed cut becomes an extended blow.
It doesn't hurt, not really.
As a half-hearted sort of attack, an extension of it's claws to hit you with
something when it's pincers had failed it, it's the sort of blow that really only moves you away from it and little else, the laws of inertia slamming you into a nearby cliff face, a brief pang of pain erupting through your body since Kaguya was away, but-!
That's not the threat.
No.
What comes next is the threat.
Crimson light and surging bubbles.
A spell becoming manifest in the jaws of the entity, and one that, unlike the curse currently inhibiting your body...
You do not recognize.
But you do hear something like a laugh...
As a compressed crimson sphere -looking much like a bubble of swirling winds- is fired towards you with all the sound and force of a freight train.