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"You're well built and powerful," Draykan says, preparing his stance, "And you go out into the town to do your dirty work against the heroes of this city instead of having your muscle do it for you."

"You are a clever dragon." She hisses, her hands going down along her body, gripping at her dress. She lifts it over her head, revealing every inch of the robust build with the defined muscles, yet the tremendous tits and the slit at her tail. She tosses her garment aside.

One of her supplicants catches it, nuzzling and wrapping themselves around the discarded article.

"I grow tired of civility, Draykan," the gorgon says. "There are many here in Anteronia who do." Her mouth spreads into an all-too-wide smile, showing her sharp, venomous teeth.

"You should have been in the Tournament of Pleasure, then."

"Oh, dragon, dragon, dragon," she chastises him, her tail coiling, her fingers flexing. "There's only so much pleasure one can derive from such a farce of a fight. I want to see the real thing from you, and I'm not going to let my precious toys go without receiving satisfaction."

"I see," Draykan says, his wings clinging to his back. "Then, I'll get to show off my real skills. Hope you like them."

She curls a finger toward herself. "Show the great Modrana what you've got, big man.."

"Usually," Draykan says, taking a step forward, "I let the lady go first.

He takes a deep breath and takes another step closer to her, but when he does, the dragon focuses, and he closes his eyes. "Now then, let's go!"

It is one of the many excellent skills of the draconic race to see without sight. Even with Draykan's eyes closed, he knows the locations of every one of Modrana's harem, lounging around the spot where their mistress stands, seemingly unfazed by the upcoming conflict that is soon to come. His other senses are so preternaturally keen that blindness would only cause the slightest hindrance.

Draykan rushes forward, reaching to grab her by the shoulders, but she dips to the side, launching her mouth towards him, her multiple snakes hissing and snapping.

He plants his foot on the ground and spins, and Draykan whips his tail at her, striking her in the side and sending her spinning through the room.

She rolls and coils and springs, finding herself back in a standing position with little time lost, though some of her sycophants have to jump out of the way from that maneuver. They trip, falling toward the ground.

Draykan gasps at the sight of the fleeing bystanders. He steps in their direction, reaching out to them.

Modrana lunges forward and grabs his outstretched arm with her strong jaws and sharp teeth.

More and more of the serpent heads strike, biting impotently against scales. Modrana's main mouth is the only one strong enough to puncture through his rough exterior.

Draykan knows there is venom coursing through his veins as the burn pumps from his lower arm and body. He snatches a bunch of her hair, the snakes slithering and snapping, but unable to do anything. He launches a knee up into her stomach with the leg opposite her, sending them sprawling.

Modrana finally lets go as the air is knocked out of her, but she slinks from under him, coiling around his body, clutching his free arm in her hold.

"Oh, you are strong, knight. I like that, and I will not fall from a few hits. But my venom courses through your veins. It won't kill you, but it will make you easier for me to defeat with each passing second."

Draykan snarls and huffs, flexing his muscles and pushing against the pain, even as she threatens to dislocate his shoulder with her terrible hold. A dragon can quickly heal after injuries that would break a lesser being's body. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!

Of course, if this is a fight using such tactics he didn't generally approve of, then perhaps it was time to re-examine his priorities. After all, Modrana's tail, coiled up around his upper body, is in a good position.

Modrana howls as the white-hot pain of teeth push against her smooth scales. Draykan hadn't felt the need to get so rough and underhanded in the highly regulated and competitive nature of the Tournament of Pleasure.

He stands up, holding her tail in his mouth, making her flop down from the sudden shift of position. Like a dog with a stick, he will not let go, and instead, he jerks his whole body, using the momentum to send her spinning around and around!

He finally lets go of her, sending her flying across the room and against, no, through, the wall.

Music blares through the new opening, drowning out the shouts of confusion and panic. Draykan rushes to the wall, clinging to the edges as he glances down at the scene below, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. Is that from fear of innocents injured? Or is it because of the venom that makes his head feel feverish? His blood is pumping much more than he would imagine. What matter of toxin could Modrana produce that would make even a dragon falter, even if it isn't deadly?

There is a light covering of dust and debris on the ground, and standing up from it is Modrana, who cracks her neck and holds her hands out wide, displaying a big smile towards the dragon.

The revelers give her a wide berth, but Draykan notices the twitch of her tail--the telltale sign that she is about to strike!

He leaps from the second floor, tackling her.

She is ready for him, slipping aside and hooking her elbow behind the back of his head, slamming him to the ground!

"This is fun!" she says, leaning in over him. "Ever have such a rush, even in that Tournament of yours?"