Summary:
A young man named Langa Rivera has woken up on a planet he is unfamiliar with.
Now lost on a planet he has yet to understand. Langa must find his way to the nearest City in order to get a handle on his situation.
While on his way to the nearby City that Calnor told him about a month ago, headed for the city, a hooded figure watched him from afar.
This figure smiled as they followed Langa since his battle with Calnor, and he has now spent quite a while on Virantis, learning how to survive as he also does battle with wild Dynix.
Now with a sense of battling and dealing with wild Dynix, Langa must take charge of his situation and face this new world head on. If he is to survive, will he be able to is the question? We shall see....
Book 1: Arrival of the future King of Beasts!
Chapter 1: Meeting of Future Rival's! Langa meets Princess Bella!
未来のライバルの出会い!ランガとベラ姫の出会い!
A frigid Virantian gust snaked through Langa's hair, a shocking counterpoint to the balmy embrace of his homeworld. A weary sigh escaped his lips, a month having crawled by since his bewildering awakening on this alien world.
Virantis, the Planet of Beasts, pulsated with an untamed energy, a stark contrast to the familiar comfort of his homeland. Here, fantastical creatures, the Dynix, ruled the wilds and shared the land with the native people.
Lost and adrift, Langa had stumbled into the sights of Calnor, a gruff Kylosian man with a monstrous Rock Scorpion Dynix named Scorptix by his side. Initial hostility gave way to a flicker of recognition in Calnor's eyes. He sensed a dormant potential within Langa, a spark waiting to be ignited.
Under Calnor's gruff tutelage, Langa unraveled the mystery of his Dominator, a curious device that held the key to bonding with a Dynix of his own. And that's when Ripper, a ferocious Tyrannoblaze, roared into Langa's life.
Their initial encounters were a brutal ballet of learning and survival. Langa, overwhelmed by the Dominator's unfamiliar power and Ripper's untamed ferocity, found himself barely clinging to the edge of control.
Battles with the lumbering Wild Porcusparks, the most common inhabitants of Virantis, and the lightning-fast Valtras, known for their hit-and-run tactics, became a harsh initiation.
One harrowing encounter left them facing a Skytrix, a rare flying Dynix that rained fury from a sky-scraping peak.
These clashes were grueling tests, pushing Langa and Ripper to the brink. Yet, with each fight, a newfound understanding bloomed. Langa learned to channel Ripper's immense strength, forging a bond tempered by combat.
Their battles weren't mere struggles for survival; they were forging a symbiotic connection, a bond that grew stronger with each shared challenge.
Virantis, once a hostile alien world, was slowly becoming Langa's unlikely sanctuary. He had moved away from ruins of the city where he'd first awakened. Today, he stood by a vast lake, the clear water reflecting the vibrant hues of the setting sun. Hunger pangs prompted him to venture into the nearby forest, his hands soon overflowing with an assortment of strange, succulent fruits.
A gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, sending shimmers of light dancing across the surface of the lake. Mesmerized, Langa watched herds of wild Dynix thunder across the emerald plains beyond.
These weren't the tamed beasts he'd encountered back home; these were magnificent creatures, their scales shimmering like a kaleidoscope of jewels in the dying sunlight.
They moved with a primal grace, a silent symphony of power and elegance. A spark of determination ignited within Langa's eyes. This wasn't just survival; this was a new beginning, an unexpected adventure waiting to unfold alongside his loyal Dynix companion.
Langa reached up and plucked a fruit from a nearby tree, its surface an unfamiliar blend of crimson and emerald. It felt cool and heavy in his hand.
Taking a tentative bite, he was surprised by a burst of tangy sweetness that exploded on his tongue. Wiping the juice from his chin, his gaze drifted down to the Dominator strapped to his forearm.
The sleek, metallic device seemed impossibly small to Langa. How could such an unassuming contraption house the immense power of his Tyrannoblaze?
A pang of curiosity sparked within him. He flexed his arm, the muscles rippling beneath the device. With a flick of his thumb, he activated the Dominator's interface.
A holographic display pulsed to life, the familiar silhouette of his Tyrannoblaze glowing a reassuring blue – a constant reminder that his fiery beast was ever-present, always ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
Langa furrowed his brow, his head tilting at an angle that mirrored the perplexity gnawing at him.
"Langa: this thing is still a mystery."
He muttered under his breath, frustration lacing his voice.
"Langa: How can a colossal beast like Ripper possibly squeeze himself into a Core the size of my fist?"
The question, however, was swiftly pushed aside by a surge of adrenaline that coursed through him. He and his Tyrannoblaze had been on a whirlwind tour of dominance, leaving a trail of conquered opponents in their wake across this bizarre alien landscape. For weeks, the thrill of the fight had been an all-consuming force, pushing thoughts of home to the farthest reaches of his mind.
"Langa: Calnor mentioned a city up ahead."
Langa mused, a spark of anticipation igniting in his sapphire eyes.
"Langa: Finally, some semblance of civilization."
He added with a sardonic chuckle.
"Langa: Even if it's crawling with bug-eyed aliens...I'll take anything over another week of eating nothing but fruit and animals we catch."
A slow grin, both hesitant and hopeful, stretched across his face, erasing the worry lines that had etched themselves around his mouth like a topographical map of his recent anxieties.
The alien city sprawling before him defied his expectations. Far from the desolate wasteland he'd envisioned, it shimmered with an otherworldly beauty that left him speechless.
Buildings, unlike anything he'd ever dreamt of, rose majestically from the ground. Imagine impossibly tall, bioluminescent flowers – their translucent petals pulsed with a soft, inner light that cast an ethereal glow across the landscape.
The very air vibrated with an unseen energy, a vibrant hum that resonated deep within him, a strange symphony that both intrigued and exhilarated him. Maybe, just maybe, this alien city wouldn't be a prison sentence after all.
Maybe it could be an adventure, a chance to explore a world unlike anything he'd ever known.
The excitement, however, was a small flame, easily extinguished by the chill of missing home that washed over him with the force of a tidal wave. Langa wasn't built for this, and he knew it. He ached for the loud voices and crazy bickering of his friends, the comforting presence of his mother and older sister.
A full month had bled by since that mysterious vortex had ripped him from everything familiar, depositing him on this strange planet with the unsettling name of Virantis. He still didn't understand why he'd been chosen for this festival, whatever it was.
Why him, of all people? Why this desolate – well, not so desolate now – area on the outskirts of the city? The questions echoed in the vast confusion within him, a relentless drumbeat demanding answers.
Langa stared out at the Virantian sunset, the vast alien lake reflecting the fiery sky in a distorted dance of color.
A month ago, the strangeness of it all would have overwhelmed him. Now, a seed of purpose, long buried since his arrival, had finally pushed past the soil of uncertainty. There had to be a reason he was here, a reason he wasn't just some cosmic plaything tossed onto this bizarre survival challenge.
Earth, at 18, had thrown its fair share of hardship his way, but a month fending for himself in the wilds of Virantis – that was a different kind of hell. Yet, he'd survived. He'd learned the language of the alien world, somehow, the whispers of danger carried by the rustling of unfamiliar leaves.
He'd come to respect the power of Virantian flora, the venomous kiss of a purple orchid as deadly as the razor-sharp claws of a bioluminescent lizard. He'd even managed to forge a strange, symbiotic bond with his Tyrannoblaze, a creature that defied earthly logic with its fiery mane and hide.
This alien world, for all its strangeness, held a beauty that resonated deep within him. It wasn't the cerulean blue of Earth's sky, but a swirling tapestry of purples, oranges, and deep, inky blacks that glittered with a profusion of stars unlike anything he'd ever witnessed.
They seemed closer, brighter, as if holding secrets the Earth's night sky could only dream of. A strange sense of peace settled over him. He might be alone, stranded on a world that could kill him in a dozen different ways, but the universe, in its vastness, still held a spark of wonder, a promise of something extraordinary.
And for the first time since his arrival, a flicker of hope ignited within him, chasing away the gnawing despair.
He pushed himself up with a groan, brushing the dust of Virantian soil from his clothes. As he straightened, a wave of dizziness washed over him, a prickling sensation crawling beneath his skin like a thousand unseen insects. Then, the vision hit.
It unfolded with the vividness of a dream, a scene ripped from a movie he'd never seen. He stood before a grand, unfamiliar building, its architecture a fusion of sleek metal and organic curves that defied categorization. But he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a girl, her beauty breathtaking in a way that transcended mere physical perfection.
Her hair, the color of fresh spring leaves, cascaded down her back in a cascade of emerald waves, framing eyes that mirrored the jade green of a summer forest. Her skin, a rich honey brown, spoke of days spent laughing under a warm sun, a stark contrast to the pale hues of his own skin.
Though they appeared the same age, there was a strangeness to her features, a hint of the exotic that left him certain he'd never met anyone like her on Earth – or Virantis, for that matter.
The building loomed before him, a discordant symphony of architectural styles. Its grandeur, a mix of sweeping arches and imposing columns, clashed incongruously with the weathered brick. It wasn't the sleek glass giants that dominated the city skyline of New York, nor the comforting red brick of his childhood neighborhood. This place held a forgotten melody, one he yearned to decipher but couldn't quite grasp.
A cold fist clenched around Langa's heart. Panic, acrid and metallic, flooded his throat, choking him with a primal fear. Where was he? Who was the girl with eyes that held both familiarity and the chilling vastness of a foreign land?
His breathing was heavy, the silence broken only by the frantic thudding of his own pulse. This wasn't his childhood home, nor any of his friends'. The only explanation, and a ludicrous one at that, was that someone in his circle had embarked on a mind-bending architectural feat, transforming their home into this imposing thing overnight.
He scoffed, the sound harsh in the unnatural quiet. Absurd. Yet, the girl...there was an undeniable pull towards her, a face etched in the recesses of his memory, a name that trembled on the edge of his consciousness. Logic, a fragile shield against the rising tide of fear, whispered it was the fall, the jarring impact scrambling his thoughts.
Panic clawed at him again, a desperate creature seeking escape. His hand, trembling like a frightened bird, brushed against something solid in his pocket. His phone. A lifeline, a connection to the world he knew.
Relief flooded him as he fumbled with the lock screen, the familiar weight a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos. But the relief was short-lived, a cruel mirage in the desert of his isolation. No signal. No bars. Just a mocking reminder of his plight.
Frustration, bitter and sharp, gnawed at him as he swiped aimlessly through his photos, a desperate attempt to ground himself.
Then, a picture stopped him cold. His Uncle Ricardo, his smile a beacon of warmth across the years, his eyes crinkled at the corners with genuine joy. Langa held the image close, a phantom ache blooming in his chest. Uncle Ricardo, vanished for far too long, a mystery that remained unsolved.
But it was the background that sent a jolt through him. The building. It mirrored the one from his disorienting vision, the one that had cast him into this bizarre reality. And there, beside his uncle, stood the girl.
Her arm slung playfully around his, their faces radiating a happiness that felt like a lifetime ago. Langa stared at the picture, a cold dread slithering down his spine. The pieces were falling into place, but the picture they formed was far more unsettling than the disorientation he first felt.
This couldn't be real. The architecture was alien, unlike anything he'd ever seen. Yet, there it was, undeniable.
Disbelief gnawed at Langa like a starved rat in a cage, its incessant scrabbling echoing in his skull. His fingers, slick with a cold sweat, swiped the screen with a violence that belied his trembling. Finally, the most recent photo lurched into view.
It was a selfie, blurry at the edges – a testament to the frantic haste with which he'd snapped it moments ago. But it wasn't his face that sent a jolt of pure terror through him. It was the background. The same imposing, monolithic building loomed behind him, its dark, obsidian surface swallowing the light and casting an oppressive shadow that seemed to crawl across the screen itself.
"Langa: What the hell?!"
The words were ripped from his throat, a strangled yelp that did little to alleviate the suffocating fear constricting his airways. He swiped down again, the date stamp searing itself onto his retinas like a branding iron: May 15th, 2190. The year stood out, a stark, impossible truth glaring back at him. Panic, a cold, unwelcome serpent, began to coil around his sanity, squeezing tighter with each frantic beat of his heart.
How? How in the ever-loving cosmos was this possible? He had no memory of being there, of even being anywhere near that accursed building.
The phone felt like a living thing in his suddenly clammy hand, its weight a physical manifestation of the situation's gravity. This was insane. A cruel, twisted joke his subconscious had decided to play on him, surely. But the cold dread slithering through his veins, the metallic tang of fear in his mouth, spoke a chilling truth. It wasn't a dream. It felt as real, as tangible as the phone in his hand.
Then, a darkness bloomed at the edges of his vision, swallowing the blurry image whole. Langa was left gasping in the inky void, his heart hammering a frantic tattoo against his ribs that threatened to shatter his very chest. Questions, sharp and insistent, swarmed him like angry bees. Who was the girl in the photo? The one whose face flickered at the edges of his memory, intertwined with the chilling scene before him? Why could he see her, in that desolate future, his own face, a stranger staring back from a reflection he didn't recognize?
His trembling hand rose, his fingers brushing against the familiar, reassuring symbol etched onto his Dominator, the source of his extraordinary power. Yet, instead of comfort, a pang of loneliness, as sharp as a blade, twisted in his gut. In that moment, the weight of his burden felt heavier than ever before. The Dominator, once a symbol of control, now felt like a cruel reminder of his connection to a past, present, and future he didn't fully understand. It was a tether, binding him not only to his power but to a terrifying mystery that threatened to unravel everything he thought he knew.
Driven by a desperate need for answers, Langa bolted upright. The green of foliage swam before his eyes, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness of the vision. He scrambled for his phone, the one tangible link to the nightmare. Relief washed over him as the screen flickered to life, displaying the familiar date: May 28th, 2190.
But the relief was fleeting. The photo still resided there, mockingly defying his sanity. He zoomed in on the girl in the background. Her face, obscured by shadow, held a haunting familiarity. Her hair, a cascade of bluish-white defying gravity, seemed to flicker with a faint, ethereal glow. A forgotten memory, buried deep within the recesses of his mind, stirred.
Langa stumbled towards the lake, dropping into the water as his phone was flung back towards the tree, knocking over the backpack he had with him that housed his collection of old photographs, he quickly came out of the water. His fingers trembled as he sifted through faded images, his gaze searching for a connection, a confirmation of his fragmented memory. And then, there it was. A picture, slightly yellowed with age, showed a young Langa, barely a teenager, standing beside a bluish silver-haired woman. Her eyes, the same shade of an icy blue that seemed to pierce through the darkness of the vision photo, crinkled at the corners as she smiled.
The inscription on the back confirmed his worst suspicions: "To Langa, my greatest creation. May you always remember who you fight for. - Uncle Ricardo, 2188."
His uncle, the brilliant scientist who had vanished without a trace all those years ago. The man rumored to be working on a project that could have changed history for the better. The pieces of the puzzle slammed together with a terrifying clarity. The Dominator, his uncle's final gift, wasn't just a source of power – it was a key, a link to a future he was now inextricably bound to.
Panic threatened to consume him again, but this time, a sliver of determination hardened within him. Fear was a luxury he couldn't afford. He had a mission, a purpose thrust upon him by a cruel twist of fate. He had to find out what happened to Anya, what role he played in this desolate future, and most importantly, how to prevent it. Langa clutched the photo of his grandmother, the silver Dominator humming with a newfound energy against his chest. The future may be uncertain,filled with shadows and terrifying possibilities, but one thing was clear - the nightmare wouldn't control him. He would fight for his present, his past, and the future he refused to see come to pass.
Langa huddled against the rough bark of the ancient tree, the dappled sunlight warming his damp clothes with an unsettling alien touch. He couldn't shake the memory of the girl – her voice, her eyes, the strange symbol that flickered on her wrist, a mirror image of the one etched onto his own Dyna-Core. Who was she? What connection did she have to Ricardo, his enigmatic uncle who'd sent him on this bizarre mission? More importantly, where did that mission even begin?
Langa tilted his head back, a jolt of awe shooting through him. The sky above was a breathtaking expanse of emerald green, a stark contrast to the familiar azure he'd known back on Earth. This was Planet Virantis, a world as shrouded in mystery as Langa himself felt. He'd spent the past month here, a lone outsider struggling to survive in the wild. His only companions were the whirring thrum of his Tyrannoblaze skateboard and the ever-present threat of the vicious Dynix creatures that roamed the alien landscape.
With a practiced flick of his wrist, Langa summoned the Dyna-Core, the cylindrical control unit for his skateboard. It nestled comfortably in his palm, pulsing with a soft, internal light. A sudden surge of energy rippled through him, a wave of connection that resonated with the life force thrumming within the Core. He could almost feel the presence of his Tyrannoblaze, the powerful beast tethered to this strange device, waiting in the alternate dimension it inhabited.
"Langa: Ripper."
He said, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
"Langa: I wish someone could tell us what the hell we're doing here. Why was I yanked from Earth and put in charge of a beast like you?"
His voice echoed in the vast emptiness. Though he couldn't hear it, Langa felt a response. A tremor, a shift in the very essence of the Dyna-Core within his hand, a communication only he could perceive. It was a feeling of confusion, a sense of misplaced destiny. Somehow, the link that bound Langa to his Tyrannoblaze, a bond that should have been forged by a joint effort, felt...wrong. A nagging suspicion pricked at Langa – how could a fresh-faced Earth recruit like him end up bonded to a creature as powerful and legendary as the Tyrannoblaze? The answer, he knew, lay buried somewhere in the secrets of Virantis, and he was determined to unearth it.
As Langa pondered the inexplicable bond with his Tyrannoblaze, a rustle in the underbrush snapped him back to the present. Instinctively, he tensed, his fingers tightening around the Dyna-Core.
Thanks to many Dynix attempting to ambush him numerous times in the recent month, he knew they were cunning predators, and he had learned the hard way never to underestimate them.
The foliage parted, and instead of a Dynix, a young woman stepped into the clearing. Her presence was almost spectral, her form shifting slightly as if she weren't fully anchored in this reality. Langa's heart skipped a beat; it was the girl from his memory. The one with the symbol on her wrist.
"Langa: W-who the hell are you?"
Langa demanded, rising to his feet. The girl's eyes, deep and knowing, seemed to pierce through him.
"???: I'm Aeloria."
She replied, her voice a soft melody that contrasted sharply with the harshness of the world around them. She lifted her arm, revealing the symbol glowing faintly on her wrist.
"I think you know we share a connection."
Langa's eyes flicked to his own wrist, where the same symbol burned with an ethereal light.
"Langa: How did you find me?"
Aeloria took a step closer, her expression a blend of concern and determination.
"Aeloria: I've been tracking the energy signatures on this planet. Our symbols are beacons, Langa. They lead me to you and to the truth about why we're here."
Langa's mind raced. Ricardo's cryptic instructions and the vague hints about his mission had provided no real answers.
"Langa: What do you know about my uncle?"
He asked, hoping Aeloria could shed some light on the mystery.
She sighed, glancing around as if wary of unseen eyes.
"Aeloria: Ricardo Rivera is more than just your uncle. He's a key player in the conflict that brought us here. The Dynix, the Dyna-Cores, the King of Beasts Festival, Virantis itself—it's all connected to a larger war that spans across multiple galaxies. He sent you here to find the Core Nexus, the source of all DX-energy. But he couldn't reveal everything to you without risking your safety."
She said as he was in shock.
"Langa: Why me? Why did he choose me for this mission?"
Langa asked as he looked at her.
"Aeloria: Because you have a unique connection to the last King of the Plains. Your bond with him is stronger than any that's ever been seen. It's as if you and Ripper are two halves of the same whole. The Core Nexus responds to that kind of bond. It can only be activated by someone who shares that deep connection."
Langa's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and intrigue. The pieces were starting to come together, but the picture was far from complete. Then it clicked, she spoke the name of his Tyrannoblaze.
"Langa: And you? What's your role in all of this?"
He kept quiet about his realization, he wondered if this is truly the girl from his childhood.
Aeloria smiled, a sad but resolute expression.
"Aeloria: Well, that's a secret. I do not understand everything myself, I can't even remember the last 10 years, all I remember was waking up in this weird place, it was like a dream. I can't even say what it was like, all I could remember....was you...Langa...."
The idyllic peace of the clearing shattered as the ground rumbled with a deep, primal tremor. Langa's heart leaped into his throat – Aeloria's cryptic warning echoed in his mind. A low growl, more a feeling of pure menace than a sound, vibrated through the air, sending shivers down his spine. He whipped his head towards the lake, his breath catching as the once tranquil surface erupted.
Something vast, monstrous, was rising from the depths. Water churned violently as a colossal form breached the surface.Langa's mind reeled – was it a dream, a nightmare come to life? Aeloria was already gone, vanished like a wisp of smoke.Panic surged through him, jolting him awake.
He gasped, sitting bolt upright. The dream clung to him, heavy and suffocating. His gaze darted to the lake, the peaceful water mocking the terror that had gripped him. But a primal instinct thrummed beneath his skin – a bloodlust, potent and ancient, emanated from the lake's depths.
Without a second thought, Langa scrambled to his feet and dove into the undergrowth of the forest. He moved like a phantom, limbs propelled by a raw, primal fear. A metallic tang filled his mouth, and then came the searing pain. Blood,bright crimson, erupted from his nose, staining his hand as he clutched his head.
The pain intensified with each passing second, a pressure building in his skull that threatened to split it open. This wasn't just a headache; it was a vision, a shared agony. Images flooded his mind – a sterile lab, his uncle's face twisted in a maniacal grin. The Tyrannoblaze within him, an inferno trapped inside his core, mirrored his pain with a ferocious roar that echoed within him.
Caaaarrrreeahraa!
A thunderous cry ripped through his focus. Langa's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto the source of the sound. There,on the lake's surface, stood a creature of myth and legend. Its body, a breathtaking canvas of shimmering gray and blue scales, emerged from the water with surprising grace for its immense size. Two vast, leathery sails adorned its back,catching the wind as it propelled itself forward.
Its tail, a weapon in itself, lashed the water, sending a spray that sparkled like scattered diamonds in the morning sun. A guttural growl, deep and primal, resonated in the air. The beast fixated on Langa, its immense chest puffing out in a display of dominance. It was young, a leviathan still growing, its sleek yet muscular form hinting at raw, untamed power. Each ripple of its scales spoke of battles past, a testament to its fearsome nature. Langa, controller of the legendary Dynix,knew a fight for survival was upon him.
The colossal Dynix dominated the landscape, its silhouette a monstrous spike against the twilight sky. Two jagged sails, unlike any Langa had ever witnessed, ran along the beast's back on either side, a jagged crest of spines that rippled with an unsettling energy. It was unlike any Spinosaurus Langa had ever seen in documentaries back on Earth. Here, the familiar reptilian form was twisted into something alien, something more terrifying.
The most striking feature, however, was the head. It bore an uncanny resemblance to a crocodile's, its powerful jaws agape, revealing rows of serrated teeth that gleamed like obsidian shards. A guttural snarl resonated from its throat, a sound that sent shivers down Langa's spine.
Instinct taking over, Langa reached up and tapped his Dominator, the sleek metallic device strapped to his forearm. A holographic screen flickered to life, displaying the monstrous Dynix alongside a stream of text. E.v.a, his ever-present AI companion, spoke through the device.
"E.v.a: This is a Spinostorm, master."
E.v.a's voice was calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him. "A Water/Beast type Dynix, one of many Saurian breeds imported to Virantis over two hundred years ago."
Langa tore his gaze from the holographic display and back to the behemoth before him. E.v.a continued, her voice filling him in on the creature's terrifying capabilities.
"E.v.a: The Spinostorm is the undisputed ruler of Virantian waters."
E.v.a explained.
"E.v.a: Those dual sails are more than just ornamentation. They can be illuminated, a dazzling display used to attract mates or lure unsuspecting prey into a trap. Its jaws are powerful enough to crush bone with ease, and studies by GXP scientists have revealed an aggressive and territorial nature. These creatures are known to control vast swathes of territory, both underwater and on land, viciously warring with other Dynix for breeding grounds and food."
Species name: Spinostorm
Stats
Height: 21 feet tall
Weight: 25,000 Ibs
Origin: ???
Attack: 2100
Defense: 900
Speed: 1100
A thrill, a potent mix of fear and exhilaration, shot through Langa. He was still fresh off his encounter with the Skytrix, the memory of the flying beast still vivid in his mind. This new world, with its fantastical creatures, was unlike anything he'd ever known.
A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes as he formulated a reckless plan. He, a newcomer to this planet, thought he could subdue this leviathan. But before he could take a single step towards the colossal beast, the Spinostorm let out a bone-rattling roar that shook the very ground they stood on. In response, a deafening counter-challenge erupted from behind Langa. His partner, a creature as magnificent and dangerous as the Spinostorm itself, had risen to meet the threat. The scene was set for an epic clash of titans.
Langa, knowing what this means, raised his Dominator, the silver and blue device glowing a brilliant azure blue as he tapped a button.
"Langa: Alright, if I can't catch ya, I'll simply kill ya, time to kick some ass Ripper. I'm not letting some overgrown water lizard stop me from getting home. I'll fight in this festival for a way home, even if that means killing another Dynix, Ripper, time to fight!"
With a swift movement, he raised his Dominator, the Dyna-Core slamming into its socket with a decisive click.
Langa's yell became one with the roar of the Dyna-Core as it rocketed skyward. A vibrant blue light pulsed from the spinning orb, intensifying with each rotation.
A hurricane of wind, unleashed by the Dyna-Core, forced Langa to shield his eyes. When he dared to peek through the swirling chaos, a sight burned itself onto his retinas, forever altering his reality.
From the Dominator, a colossal beast, conjured from pure energy, materialized high above.
The very ground trembled beneath Langa's feet, fracturing as molten lava bubbled forth. Pillars of fire erupted around him, momentarily sending him airborne. High above, the colossal being roared, a raw, untamed force. Then, with a deafening clang, the Dominator blared to life.
"Dyna-Core insertion complete. Commence DNA fusion! Tyrannoblaze Dynalize!"
The device whirred as the energy before it coalesced into the unmistakable form of a Dinosaur. The same image flickered on the screen before a bone-shaking roar erupted from within the device. A blue and white aura pulsed outwards, then a searing red beam shot skyward, revealing the Dyna-Core. Light danced around the Core, solidifying into a colossal creature before crashing to the ground in a burst of energy.
"Kssh! Booom!"
Langa instinctively shielded his eyes from the blinding light. As it subsided, he smiled as he opened them, his heart pounding. Beside him, something immense had materialized from the dust.
"Chaaaaaaar!"
A tremor shook the earth as his Tyrannoblaze dmerged from the shadows. His massive, scaled body pulsed with an inner light, casting dancing blue motes into the air. With a whip-crack of his tail, the air vibrated with a deep, primal growl. The creature, reptilian and proud, locked eyes with the Scorptix.
Combustible drool dripped from his maw, igniting in small, eerie flames as the otherworldly light faded. Beneath his sleek, muscular frame, power coiled and uncoiled with every twitch. Though feathers, thick and downy, blanketed his upper body, traditional scales protected its limbs, underbelly, and face. A striking white ruff, reminiscent of a regal lion's mane, flowed down his neck and back, forming a smooth coat of feathers.
But it was his face that truly captivated. Reptilian, yes, but with intelligence burning in its eyes, eyes that spoke of countless battles and hard-won victories. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed in a vicious snarl, while atop its massive head, a crown of vibrant yellow feathers stood defiant.
Species name: Tyrannoblaze
Stats
Height: 19 feet tall
Weight: 20,000 Ibs
Origin: ???
Attack: 1100
Defense: 800
Speed: 1000
"E.v.a: Tyrannoblaze! The Undisputed Tyrant King of Planet Virantis! A beast from an unknown land somewhere on Virantis, known as the Undisputed Tyrant of the land for its immense presence on Virantis. Among all the species of Dynix, there's one species that stands out from all the others, the ultra rare Tyrannoblaze. They are the ultimate fire type Dynix. They're the generals to a Controller's Dynix. Extremely loyal, faithful and cleverer than your average Dynix,"
E.v.a's words hung heavy in the air, their weight pressing down on Langa's shoulders. He darted a glance between the menacing Spinostorm and his own Tyrannoblaze. In a split second decision, he pointed towards the Spinostorm, a silent command met with a surge of energy. His Tyrannoblaze roared to life, his powerful legs propelling him towards the enemy in a blur of motion. The Spinostorm, no stranger to battle, met the charge head-on.
The two clashed as they head butted each other.
The impact was a brutal ballet of raw power. Flames erupted from the Tyrannoblaze's maw, momentarily licking at the Spinostorm's dual sails as they flared with a surge of their own energy. The collision sent a shockwave rippling outwards, throwing debris high into the air like confetti in a hurricane. The fight quickly devolved into a primal struggle.
The two theropods grappled with each other, a monstrous tangle of claws, teeth, and thrashing limbs. Suddenly, with a mighty shove, the Tyrannoblaze managed to overpower the Spinostorm, sending the beast staggering back with a surprised yelp. Seizing the opportunity, Langa's partner spun around and lashed out with his powerful tail, slamming into the Spinostorm's side with a sickening thud.
The Spinostorm, momentarily stunned, roared in fury. It retaliated with a vengeance, launching itself at his Tyrannoblaze with renewed ferocity. The impact sent Langa's Dynix crashing to the ground, groaning under the force of the blow. Langa, his heart hammering against his ribs, narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his Core. This wasn't going as planned.
A sound pierced the tense silence – a loud, echoing laugh that bounced off the surrounding buildings. Langa whipped his head around, searching for the source. There, perched atop a pile of rubble to his left, stood a figure shrouded in a dark cloak. As Langa squinted through the dust, he realized it was a young woman, seemingly no older than himself.
The figure, her form obscured by the hood, pushed herself off the rubble with surprising agility. A small, lizard-like creature – a Dynamis, Langa recognized with a jolt – perched on her shoulder, its eyes glowing. With a flick of her wrist, the woman threw back her hood, revealing a face framed by sharp black hair. Her gaze, cold and contemptuous, fell upon Langa. A cruel smile played on her lips as she clutched a Dyna-Core in her hand, its surface pulsing with a deep red energy.
The woman began to walk towards Langa, her every step radiating a chilling confidence that sent shivers down his spine. He gripped his Core tighter, a sense of dread gnawing at his insides. This new challenger, whoever she was, seemed far more dangerous than anything he'd faced before.
Langa's brow furrowed like a storm cloud as he whirled around.
"Langa: Who the hell're yo-"
Before a single syllable could escape his throat, a slender finger landed on his lips, silencing him with a touch as cool as moonlight.
He flinched, his surprise a stark contrast to his imposing posture. A woman, shrouded in a cloak that seemed to swallow the light itself, stood impossibly close. Her face remained obscured, a mischievous glint the only feature visible beneath the hood's shadow. Yet, for a fleeting moment, Langa could've sworn her eyes flickered, a reptilian glint replacing her humanity for a heart-stopping instant. Was it a trick of the fading light, or something far more unsettling?
A low growl rumbled from his chest, a counterpoint to the woman's sudden, disarming laugh. It echoed in the chaos that surrounded them - two monstrous creatures locked in a brutal fight, their roars shaking the very ground.
"???: Easy there, Rex."
The woman chuckled, her voice a melodic contrast to the carnage unfolding.
"???: No need to be so... beastly."
Finally, she spoke, her words dripping with a strange confidence.
"???: There's no need for such hostility. I assure you, how could a nice girl like myself do any harm to you? And just like you, I am a competitor for the title of Queen of the Beasts!"
With a flourish that seemed to defy the urgency of the moment, she threw her cloak back, revealing a stunning display of power. Clad in a dominator, its colors a bold red and black, she stood tall, the very image of a warrior queen. On her hip, a gleaming Spinostorm pulsed with a latent energy that sent shivers down Langa's spine.
He stammered, his surprise momentarily eclipsing his wariness. It wasn't just the sudden appearance, the cloak, or even the unsettling flicker in her eyes. Here, amidst this battleground, stood a woman who seemingly materialized out of thin air, possessed of a power that rivaled his own. And she claimed to be....human?
This woman was a puzzle Langa desperately wanted to solve.
Langa's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. There was something about this woman, an undeniable aura of danger that crackled in the air like static electricity. He swallowed hard, the metallic tang of fear thick on his tongue.Maybe it was the way she moved, a practiced grace that hinted at battles won and scars hidden beneath the sleek lines of her armor. Or maybe it was the cold glint in her eyes, devoid of warmth or hesitation. Whatever it was, a primal instinct screamed at him to tread carefully. He schooled his features into a mask of defiance, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his nervousness.
"Langa: Whoa, whoa, whoa."
Langa stammered, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.
"Langa: Hold on a second. So you're saying that hulking blue beast of a Spinosaurus over there…"
He flicked his gaze towards the colossal Spinostorm, its every snarl and stomp shaking the very ground.
"Langa: Is yours? And more importantly, where in the seven hells did you come from?"
The woman's laughter echoed sharply across the battlefield, a sound devoid of humor and laced with a hint of something…predatory. It scraped raw against Langa's nerves, setting his teeth on edge. As the two giant beasts locked horns once more, their roars a deafening symphony of primal power, the woman sauntered closer.
"???: Astute observation, little one."
She purred, her voice a sultry caress that sent shivers down Langa's spine.
"???: Though 'Spinosaurus' is an incorrect term for a creature of such magnificent power. He is not a Spinosaurus, whatever that is."
She gestured towards the Spinostorm with a flourish.
"???: He is a Spinostorm, the undisputed emperor of the deep! And didn't I just answer your other question? I'm a candidate for the title of Queen of Beasts!"
Her smile was sharp, like a viper baring its fangs.
"???: And judging by your rather…unrefined battle tactics, I'd wager this is your first encounter with another Dynix Controller, wouldn't you be a newbie?"
Langa bristled. He wasn't a newbie! He'd faced down his fair share of challenges, emerged victorious from countless battles. But there was just something about this woman, an unsettling arrogance that rubbed him the wrong way. Still, he shook his head, defiance flickering in his sapphire eyes.
"Langa: To put it simpler than even I could imagine: Nope-"
He retorted, his voice surprisingly steady for how much his internal compass was spinning.
"Langa: But you are the first human Dynix Controller I've ever met. Didn't even know there were other humans on this fckin' planet. So, spill it. How'd the fck you get here? And where the fck did you come from?"
The woman's laughter erupted again, a chilling sound that danced on the edge of hysteria. Langa's growl rumbled deep in his throat, his blue eyes flashing with a fierce intensity that mirrored the flames erupting from his Tyrannoblaze's nostrils.
"???: My arrival is of no concern to you, little boy."
She spat, her voice dripping with disdain.
"???: Perhaps we should settle this with a good, old-fashioned Controller battle. But then again."
She drawled, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
"???: That would be too easy. Someone of your…limited skill wouldn't be worthy of my full power."
Langa's grip tightened around the Dyna-Core in his hand. This woman was a walking contradiction – arrogant yet cautious, powerful yet seemingly bored. But one thing was certain: she was definitely trouble incarnate, and Langa had a feeling his quiet afternoon was about to become a whole lot more complicated.
The woman boasted.
"Langa: The hell? Who da hell're you callin' "little boy"? wah di bumboclaat wrang wid yu! Yu a eediat?!"
(Translation: What the fuck is wrong with you! You an idiot?)
While their masters talked, the two Dynix continued fighting, with the two clashing over and over again, before the Spinostorm knocked the Tyrannoblaze away.
Quickly slamming the Tyrannoblaze with his tail, the fire beast was sent backwards, roaring in shock, slamming against the ground multiple times before catching himself as he slid backwards.
The Tyrannoblaze then shook himself free of any dust as flames poured from his mouth, Langa walked up to his beast as he had a hand on the spot where his opponent's Dynix landed the blow.
"Langa: Yea. Ripper can't tank too many hits like that. Buh den again wi hav finally fine out o Controllers bakkle eena dis foofool rass Festival! Suh mek wi gi wi all! Ripper go!!"
(Translation: But then again, we've finally found out how Controllers battle in this stupid ass Festival! So we can go all out!)
Langa's roar echoed alongside the deafening bellow of his Tyrannoblaze as it charged towards the hulking Spinostorm. The rival beast stood its ground until its controller, a young woman with a glint of steel in her eyes, barked a sharp command. With a thunderous response, the Spinostorm mirrored the Tyrannoblaze's charge, the earth trembling beneath their combined fury.
Just as the two beasts were about to collide in a bone-crushing impact, Langa's voice ripped through the air.
Telling his Tyrannoblaze to dodge.
With a flash of agility that belied his size, the Tyrannoblaze swerved to the side, his razor-sharp fangs snapping mere inches from the Spinostorm's flank.
But the maneuver wasn't without consequence. In a flash of movement, the Tyrannoblaze clamped his jaws onto the back of the Spinostorm's neck, eliciting a pained roar that sent shivers down the woman's spine. A crimson spray erupted from the wound, staining the earth a gruesome red.
Across the battlefield, the woman flinched at the sight of her beast's agony. Langa caught the fleeting flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, but steeled himself, refusing to let his focus waver.
However, the triumph was short-lived. The Spinostorm's hide, thick as a fortress wall, proved to be much stronger. Instead of tearing flesh, the Tyrannoblaze's teeth scraped against bone, sending a shower of sparks flying.
A cruel smile twisted the woman's lips as she barked another order. The Spinostorm, revitalized by the break in the attack, whipped its tail around with bone-crushing force. The blow connected squarely with the Tyrannoblaze's jaw, sending the massive beast reeling back with a surprised yelp.
The woman's laughter, sharp and laced with malice, echoed across the battlefield. Langa whipped his head around, irritation burning in his gut.
"Langa: Again, who the hell're you? And why the hell do you wanna beat me? Also, Ripper, kick that thing's ass-"
The world dissolved into a white-hot spike of pain that speared through Langa's neck. His hand flew up, expecting to find a gaping wound, slick with blood. But his fingers brushed only smooth, unbroken skin. Disbelief slammed into him. The agony was undeniable, a writhing serpent coiling around his throat, yet there was no physical source.
He whipped around, eyes locking onto the battle. A surge of pride threatened to erupt – his Tyrannoblaze! The monstrous beast had thrown off the Spinostorm with a mighty shove, then delivered a bone-jarring kick that sent the rival creature sprawling. The victory, however, was hollow. Tyrannoblaze stood panting, a crimson tide welling up from a ghastly gash in his neck, mirroring the pain searing through Langa's own. The Spinostorm, on the other hand, roared with renewed vigor, the earlier pain seemingly a distant memory.
Langa's gaze darted between the two, a horrifying realization dawning. The Spinostorm's jagged teeth marks lined up perfectly with the wound on his Tyrannoblaze. A cold dread settled in his stomach – he felt his Dynix's pain, every searing throb, every agonizing gasp for breath.
A cruel laugh shattered the tense silence.
"???: Time to end this little game! Say goodbye!!"
The woman said from behind her Spinostorm. Her eyes gleamed with a malicious pleasure that sent a shiver down Langa's spine as she licked her lips and blew a kiss.
Before either of them could react, the Spinostorm was suddenly bathed in a blinding blue light as she slammed a Strike-Core into her Dominator. Then, with a deafening roar, the beast unleashed a powerful torrent of water, a pressurized jet that slammed into the Tyrannoblaze with a bone-chilling hiss. Steam erupted, engulfing the battlefield in a swirling white cloud.
Through the mist, Langa could see the silhouette of his Tyrannoblaze staggering, a guttural roar echoing from the creature's throat. The pain in his own neck intensified, a counterpoint to the Tyrannoblaze's agony. He fell back, his scream echoing his Dynix's, the Core nearly slipping from his grasp.
The woman's laughter, laced with malice, rose above the din. The Spinostorm roared his dominance, a victor basking in his triumph. The theropod mirrored the action, a guttural growl rumbling from his chest. Langa, fueled by a desperate fury,mirrored his Dynix once more, glaring skyward at the Spinostorm's triumphant roar.
But as the Spinostorm lowered its head for another earth-shaking bellow, a flicker of movement caught Langa's eye. A crimson stain was blossoming on the Spinostorm's right leg. And next to it, a tear in the woman's armor revealed a blossoming wound, mirroring the one on her beast. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Was this... a weakness?
From the few moments he could see, he could tell that it looked to be injured, he thought about when his Tyrannoblaze had sunk his teeth into the Spinostorm's leg, then it clicked to him.
"Langa: Oh yea....Calnor did say whatever pain our Dynix feels, so do we as their Controllers....wull on....dat a ah weak spot? Den eh muss mean eh weaker dan di rest ah eh bady yah now. Eena dat case...."
(Translation: Wait....that's a weak spot, then it must mean it's weaker than the rest of its body right now. In that case....)
Langa thought to himself as an idea came into his forehead. He looked at his bleeding Dynix, who was still staring back at the Spinostorm.
"Langa: Ngh…Ripper!"
Langa called out. The Tyrannoblaze looked at his master with concern.
Langa then raised his Dominator towards the Spinostorm as he pointed at the beast.
"Langa: I have an idea. Try and knock that punk ass to the ground!"
Langa called out. The theropod nodded in agreement, before he stood up, and roared in defiance. The Spinostorm roared back, accepting the challenge once again.
"???: You're not backing down, kid?"
The woman asked as she looked at Langa in intrigue. Langa shook his head before he grew a smirk.
"Langa: Will yu jus shut di bumboclaat up?! mi literally 18?! Mi damm near ah grown mon here?! And trust me, we're not going down without a fight! Ain't that right Ripper?!"
(Translation: Will you just shut the fuck up?! I'm literally 18?! I'm damn near a grown ass man here?!)
Langa growled as he showed his Dominator, which caused the woman to gasp. He tapped a button on his Dominator, as a holo display materialized showing the face of his Tyrannoblaze, and gripped it tightly.
The young woman tilted her head and chuckled again.
"???: For a newcomer, you're not one to back down. I like that. Alright then, show me what you've got this time!"
The woman taunted before raising her Dominator up into the air, the blue and white device flashed a brilliant purple color, as she held another Strike-Core in her hand.
"???: Spiny! Finish them!"
The woman ordered her Spinostorm to attack as the beast roared loudly.
The Spinostorm obliged and rushed towards Langa and his Tyrannoblaze. But as the Spinostorm got closer, both Controller and Dynix anticipated this, Langa ordered his Tyrannoblaze to attack, causing the beast to swing his tail around. But this time, it's not towards his opponent's waist, but towards the beast's left leg.
The Spinostorm felt the impact and fell down, crashing into the ground. The beast growled as he tried to stand again. Langa then pointed towards the fallen beast.
"Langa: That left leg is definitely weaker than I thought. Ripper! Time to attack the leg again!!"
Langa instructed, causing the woman to stiffen in shock. She was shocked a newbie saw through her attacks, seeing what she tried hiding from him, his Tyrannoblaze roared in compliance and stomped towards the Spinostorm, quickly sinking his fangs into the Spinostorm's thigh making the beast roar in pain, and delivering a swift swing with his tail. The Spinostorm, this time, roared in agony as it was knocked backwards, being sent flying before landing in front of its master.
The Tyrannoblaze beast didn't hesitate, and Langa wanted to survive another day.
The woman flinched at the realization that she had been had, she groaned to herself as she placed a hand on her Spinostorm's wounded leg.
Langa raised a brow in confusion.
"Langa: What the? What the hell're you acting like you the one gettin hurt? You not the one fightin' here, its that bastard of a Dynix you are controlling."
Langa pointed out as he saw the woman groaning as she clutched her leg.
"???: You stupid kid?! That's the bond a Dynix has with its Controller. That time when you felt the pain on your neck, was from when your Tyrannoblaze was hit. Your reaction was a by-product of the bond all Dynix share with their Controller."
She explained as the Tyrannoblaze kept attacking her Spinostorm's leg. Langa then looked at the two creatures, then at his beast's wounds. Then, he ran his hand across his chest.
"Langa: Wait a funky fckin' minute- I'M LITERALLY 18 I'M NOT A KID YOU LIL BITCH?! Also I already know that, I just wanna know why you are suddenly acting like it hurts when Ripper was kickin' that thing's ass earlier."
A brutal honesty laced his voice. Langa whipped around to face his Dynix, the reptilian partner standing resolute as its wounded counterpart struggled to rise across from them. The air crackled with the enraged roar of Langa's Tyrannoblaze, its fiery breath painting the scene in an infernal glow.
Undeterred, Langa slammed his fist down on a designated spot on his Dominator. With a hiss of displaced air, the gauntlet split open, ejecting a Strike-Core emblazoned with the fiery insignia of the element it commanded.
"Langa: This ends now!"
Langa roared, his voice raw with defiance as his Dominator began to glow on his wrist, the device sparked with a brilliant burst of energy that blinded both the Spinostorm and his Controller.
"Langa: I won't let some idiotic festival claim my life or the lives of my Dynix!"
The Core of his Tyrannoblaze pulsed in his hand, a blinding white light erupting from its depths. Instinctively, his opponent threw an arm up to shield her eyes. The momentary lapse was all it took. Langa and his Tyrannoblaze ignited in a synchronized blaze of blue light.
The emerald fire that usually burned in the Tyrannoblaze's eyes had been replaced by a searing sapphire, and the once orange flames licking from his maw had morphed into a ferocious inferno of cerulean fury.
"Langa: Strike-Core engaged, Ripper!"
Langa bellowed, a feral grin splitting his face.
He called out to his Tyrannoblaze as the beast bellowed loudly in response.
"Langa: We've had this new Strike-Core since last week, it's bout time we tested it! Isn't that right Ripper?!"
Langa yelled as his Tyrannoblaze roared in response, his thunderous bellow echoing through the area. His eyes gleamed with a primal understanding – it was time to finish the fight.
Langa slammed the Strike-Core into place, and a surge of energy coursed through the air. A whirlwind materialized around the massive theropod, quickly transforming into a raging inferno. The Tyrannoblaze stood engulfed in a maelstrom of blue flames, its mighty roar echoing once more before a torrent of fire erupted from its maw.
"Langa: Ripper! Use Tyrant Crusher?!"
Langa commanded, his voice alight with unwavering determination. This fight would end, and he and his Dynix would emerge victorious.
The Tyrannoblaze happily complied as he bellowed loudly, rushing towards the Spinostorm as flames burst from his jaws, the Tyrannoblaze was picking up speed as his mouth was leaking blue flames. The Spinostorm tried to counter attack, but the Tyrannoblaze quickly bit into the Spinostorm's guard before throwing him several feet away.
The Spinostorm bellowed in pain as he was flung into a nearby mountain, causing debris to be thrown all over, but the Tyrannoblaze didn't care. The larger Dynix turned around quickly before jumping into the air, charging all the energy he had left. The woman tried commanding her beast to stand but it was too late, Langa snapped his fingers as the eyes of his Tyrannoblaze snapped open, his beast suddenly began falling at a quick speed, orange fire leaking from his maw on the left, and blue from the right as he fell, the Tyrannoblaze's body becomes surrounded in flames as he started spinning, increasing as he fell faster.
Langa shouts as his Tyrannoblaze then shoots himself at the opponent and an orb of light purple energy with spiraling red and blue streaks around it appears around the beast's body.
The woman commanded her beast to stand as the Spinostorm had managed to stand, a growl erupted from the woman's throat, a sound that mirrored the ferocious roar of the Spinostorm as he struggled to rise.
Blood dripped from a wound on the colossal creature's side, staining the emerald green of its scales a gruesome crimson.
Yet, the woman's unwavering command spurred the beast on. She watched with a predator's focus as the hulking Tyrannoblaze charged towards them, a fiery vortex swirling around his form.
Gritting her teeth against the searing pain that lanced through her arm, the woman slammed her Strike-Core, a marvel of alien technology, into the gauntlet strapped to her wrist. A primal determination burned in her eyes, a refusal to be defeated by this arrogant newcomer. The Dominator glowed a menacing red, channeling a surge of raw energy ripped from the woman's very core. It coursed through her veins, a power both exhilarating and terrifying.
The Spinostorm, as if mirroring his Controller's emotions, roared in response. The thunderous sound reverberated across the battlefield, shaking the earth itself. His form, usually a deep cyan blue and white, pulsed with a vibrant cyan light as he absorbed the desperate infusion of energy. With a surge of power that defied gravity, the Spinostorm leapt into the air. Then, with a powerful snap of his jaws and a renewed bellow that could shatter eardrums, the beast launched himself skyward.
In its wake, a colossal wave of water erupted from the ground, churned and frothed by the creature's raw energy. The wave surged upwards alongside the Spinostorm.
High above, Langa's Tyrannoblaze was a whirlwind of fire, picking up speed for a devastating blow. The woman, her vision locked on the approaching inferno, could almost feel the heat radiating from it. Yet, the Spinostorm, propelled by her unwavering will and the surge of channeled energy, was a rocket ascending to meet the fiery challenge. The distance between the two titans closed at an alarming rate. As they neared, the very air crackled with a maelstrom of energy – a clash of the woman's desperate will, the Spinostorm's raw power, and Langa's own burning determination. The outcome hung in the balance, a clash that would reshape the battlefield, its echo ringing through the annals of combat.
The air crackled with raw energy as the two Dynix collided in a maelstrom of water and fire. Langa's Tyrannoblaze, a colossal inferno of a beast, clashed head-on with the sleek form of his opponent's Spinostorm. The impact sent a shockwave through the area, and a plume of steam erupted, momentarily engulfing both Controllers.
Langa squinted through the haze, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. As the steam dissipated, a wave of dread washed over him. His Tyrannoblaze, usually an unstoppable force, was being steadily pushed back by the relentless assault of the Spinostorm.
But Langa wasn't one to give up easily. A surge of adrenaline coursed through him, and his eyes blazed with an azure light. Flames, fueled by his indomitable spirit, erupted around his hands, igniting the latent power within his Dominator. With a roar that echoed through the area, Langa called for the final push.
His Tyrannoblaze, as if responding to his will, let out a deafening bellow and surged forward. With a bone-crushing impact, he slammed into the Spinostorm, sending the opposing Dynix crashing to the ground. The ground trembled as a thunderous explosion rocked the area, engulfing the entire area in a thick cloud of dust and steam.
Langa shielded his eyes, a triumphant grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew, with a bright certainty, that he had emerged victorious. As the smoke slowly cleared, revealing the extent of the devastation, Langa's grin widened.
His Tyrannoblaze stood tall and proud, the mighty beast's skid marks the only testament to the fierce battle that had just transpired.
Across the field, the Spinostorm lay sprawled on the ground, his sleek form eerily still. A wave of relief washed over Langa,quickly followed by a surge of exhilaration. He had done it! He had conquered his second Controller battle.
Jumping for joy, Langa pumped his fist into the air. The Tyrannoblaze roared in unison, his mighty bellow echoing through the area. It was a victory cry, a declaration of dominance that sent shivers down the spine of the woman.
Checking his Dominator, Langa flipped it open, eager to see the data it had collected on his fallen opponent. A grimace flickered across his face as he read the details.
The woman's Spinostorm, the beast was an Aqua-type Dynix, inherently resistant to Langa's Pyro-type Tyrannoblaze. This victory, hard-fought as it was, held a valuable lesson – underestimating an opponent could prove costly.
Reaching out, Langa patted the side of his Tyrannoblaze in appreciation. The beast responded with a contented rumble, his earlier injuries thankfully sealed shut.
"Langa: Yeah! We did it, Ripper!"
As Langa clambered onto his Tyrannoblaze's back, the two victors shared a moment of excitement.
"Langa: Good job, bud, you just helped us secure another victory! And against another Controller too!"
Langa muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper. His beast, a hulking mass of muscle and teeth, let out a low growl in response, mirroring Langa's unease. Then, another wave of pain rippled through the battlefield. The woman, her face streaked with tears and grime, let out a choked sob that quickly turned into a torrent of cries. Her Spinostorm, a sleek, reptilian creature, lay crumpled at her feet, barely a flicker of life in its once vibrant eyes.
Despite the overwhelming pain, the woman managed a weak smile at her fallen partner.
Reaching down, she cradled the creature's head gently, her touch a stark contrast to the brutal brawl that had just unfolded.
"???: No…no, It's ok Spiny, you did well boy. Now it's time to return."
With a shaky hand, she lifted her Dominator, the device strapped to her arm pulsing with a weak red glow. The Core of her Dynix, shimmered into existence as she activated it. As tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, she pointed the cylinder towards her fallen beast. The Spinostorm dissolved into a swirling vortex of green light, being sucked back into the Core with a soft hum.
Her Dominator flickered wildly, the red glow rapidly intensifying until a green glow replaced it. The woman knew what it meant. If she hadn't recalled her Spinostorm in time, the beast would have succumbed to his injuries, his life force ripped from his body by the wounds. Relief washed over her, a fragile thing amidst the chaos.
Standing with a grunt, the woman braced herself. Her body throbbed with a dull ache, the fight taking its toll on her as well, blood dripped from cuts all around her upper body and nose. Wiping away the tears with a trembling hand, she forced herself to her feet, her gaze hardening with resolve. Across the battlefield, Langa watched, confusion etched on his face.
"Langa: Yo? You alright?"
He ventured, his voice barely louder than a whisper. But before she could answer, the woman's body seized, a tremor running through her. Her fists clenched at her sides, knuckles white with exertion. Then, with a choked sob, she whipped around, her tears glistening like diamonds in the fading light, and turned her back on Langa.
"Langa: Aye girl, let this be a lesson to ya, whatever yo name is, don't mess wit me like dat no more. It's been months since I first started competing in this stupid festival, if y'all don't wanna get smacked up, don't come runnin' up on me when I'm chillin', deal?"
Langa said as the girl held back her tears as she turned towards him.
He was still on guard, even though she no longer had her Dynix out, he knew better than to let his guard down in the wilds outside of a city on this planet.
She soon approached him, the young woman looking up at him as she walked up to him, all to the Tyrannoblaze's alarm, the beast growled as he stood ready to defend his master.
"???: This is just a result of challenging someone without proper preparation and understanding of their capabilities on the battlefield..... it's either that or you're just some freak of nature....only a few months on Virantis and already strong enough to beat me, a Dynix controller with years of experience under my belt."
Her jaw clenched as she dissected Langa with her gaze. He stood there, oblivious, a goofy grin plastered on his face. How? How had this newbie just trounced her? It was infuriating.
She replayed the fight in her mind – the way he navigated the fight with an almost reckless abandon, the way he seemed to become one with his Tyrannoblaze. It resonated with her, a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a while – a spark of raw,untamed passion. This guy, barely a year older than her at sixteen, hadn't been burdened by years of training and expectations. He was pure, unadulterated instinctual prowess, and it had shown.
She couldn't help but grudgingly admire his swift ascent in the "King of Beasts." Festival.
He was a natural, a diamond in the rough, and she, a seasoned Controller, had been outsmarted by his untamed brilliance. The frustration was tinged with a strange sense of exhilaration. Perhaps, she thought, the established order needed a shake-up. Perhaps, she needed a new challenge.
"Langa: So....wat's yo problem now? Why you lookin' at me like dat?"
Langa looked at her with a look of confusion, he couldn't grasp why she was looking at him like that.
His entire attitude towards her and the status she held was somewhat admirable, he clearly had no idea who she was or what she was trying to do, which made her like him more.
He clearly had no intention of doing anything more to her, he only defended himself from her sneak attack, and managed to defeat her by discovering the weakness that she tried hiding.
She looked at him as if he was leagues above her due to the way he fought alongside his Tyrannoblaze, and now that she thought about it, he commanded a Tyrannoblaze - he commanded the last King of the Plains, it was a shock now that she thought about it, the species should be extinct due to poachers, but the fact that he had one? It drove her crazy with excitement.
She wondered if she could get him to join her in the festival.
"Langa: Can you stop lookin' at me like dat? Ion know wat yo problem is, but you need to stop lookin' at me like dat."
He told her as all he could see on her face was this weird look. She looked at him all over, her opinion of him was quickly becoming more positive as she soon placed a hand on his chest.
"Khristtan: Ahem! Forgive my manners, but my name is Khristtian Belladona, daughter of the esteemed Dyna-Core developer Christopher Belladona. And since you're new here.....I can give you a tour of my home city if you want? I'm sure it'll be something you'll like, right?"
Langa's jaw hung slack. The whiplash of Khristtian's mood was enough to give him whiplash. One heartbeat she was a murderous blur, her weapon aimed for a vital point, and the next, she was chirping about a tour? His mind scrambled for a response, a witty retort, anything. Then, a horrifying realization slammed into him. Could it be...? Did she...like him?
The thought was as unwelcome as a slug in his shoe. A girl he'd just met, a girl who'd actively tried to end his life moments ago during a Controller Battle, might already have feelings for him? And not just any feelings – post-brawl, near-death-experience feelings.
The whole situation made his skin crawl. Instinctively, he backpedaled, finding solace in the familiar bulk of his Dynix, Climbing onto the back of his Tyrannoblaze, he felt a sliver of safety return.
Khristtian, however, didn't seem to get the hint. Her eyes, those same eyes that had moments ago burned with intent, were now deployed in a weaponized attack of cuteness. Langa shuddered. Puppy dog eyes. He knew that tactic all too well. His older sister, Veronica, wielded them with expert precision whenever she wanted something from him, usually involving the latest video game he bought or a slice of his pizza. The difference, however, was that Veronica wasn't a homicidal maniac with a penchant for parkour and giant dinosaur-like creatures. This was a whole new level of unsettling.
Langa gritted his teeth, gripping the feathers of his Tyrannoblaze so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Look, I appreciate the offer, but a tour isn't exactly high on my list of priorities right now. Maybe after you, you know, don't try to kill me?"
Khristtian's smile faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of something akin to sheepishness crossing her features. Then, it snapped back into place, seemingly brighter than before.
"Oh, come on!"
She chirped, her voice dripping with the same honeyed sweetness he usually reserved for taming wild Vexlings.
"Khris: It'll be fun! I promise not to, uh, 'accidentally' aim for any vital organs during the tour."
Langa snorted.
"Langa: Much reassurance. Listen, Khristtian, is there a reason you're suddenly all sunshine and rainbows after, well, you tried to turn me into food for that FUCKING DINOSAUR YOU GOT INSIDE THAT CORE?"
Khristtian's eyes darted away, her cheeks dusting a faint pink.
"Khris: Well, maybe-"
She mumbled, scuffing the ground with the toe of her boot.
"Khris: You weren't exactly a ray of sunshine yourself, charging like a bull in a Control Center."
Langa sputtered.
"Langa: A bull? BITCH I WAS DEFENDING MYSELF?! And first of all, you were the one who sent that walking fish eater after me first!"
She crossed her arms, a playful glint returning to her eyes.
"Khris: Fish eater? It was just a little Controller Battle! Besides, you have to admit, you looked pretty hot giving commands to this big guy."
She said attempting to pet the Tyrannoblaze but the beast growled at her, causing her to back up a bit.
Langa's jaw clenched again. Was she...flirting with him? After a near-death experience no less? This girl was either incredibly crazy or...well, maybe a little intriguing.
He couldn't deny a thrill shot through him at her words. But the memory of her deadly strikes was still fresh, a cold reminder of the chaos she could unleash.
He let out a slow breath.
"Langa: Look, Khristtian."
He started, trying to keep his voice level.
"Langa: This whole situation is...confusing. Maybe we can table the tour for now. How about we just...get to know each other a little better? Outside of a battle, preferably."
Khristtian uncrossed her arms, a considering look on her face. The playful facade seemed to waver for a moment, replaced by a flicker of something more genuine.
"Khris: Yea."
She finally said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"Khris: Outside a battle sounds good."
She said that last sentence as she looked him in the eyes, his were glowing azure still as hers gleamed a deep green, something about him captivated her enough to suddenly take a liking to him.
"Langa: Uh?? Okay? I'll....I'll see ya later....I guess?"
He said as he tapped the side of his Tyrannoblaze, giving him the signal to leave.
The Tyrannoblaze then raced off towards their next destination, with Langa still uneasy about his encounter with Khristtan.
The beast raced across the lands as Langa looked at his Dominator, studying info about all the numerous Dynix he's encountered in the month since he got to Virantis.
"Langa: That was....weird as hell. The only human I meet while on this planet and its a freaky ass girl who goes from wanting to kill my ass and take my Dynix away to wanting to suck face for whooping her ass in a battle....are all the human's like that here on Virantis? Eh I really don't care, all I care about now is finding my way home. If we see any enemies, either wild Dynix or other controllers, we will defeat them. And we must become stronger. That's the only way to survive now....."
Langa's words were met by the agreement filled growls of his Tyrannoblaze as the beast ran across the land.
"Langa: And thanks, Ripper. You saved me again bud, saved my ass from getting canned by that she-devil....in more ways than one-"
Langa said as the beast roared loudly. His Tyrannoblaze chuffed back in response, making Langa laugh a bit as he fanned the smoke out of his face.
"Langa: Woah! That's hot! Alright, you need to rest big fella. Time to return."
Langa said as his Tyrannoblaze stopped running once they managed to make it to the outskirts of the next city, a huge mega city, covered in bright neon lights, it was reminiscent of Langa's favorite place back home: Akibara, he unclipped the Tyrannoblaze's Core from his belt, pressing a button on the device as the Tyrannoblaze bellowed loudly.
The theropod straightened himself up slowly as the beast nodded, before jumping towards his master and dematerializing, then disappearing into the Core causing a sudden shockwave to blast out once the seal on the Core had shut.
Langa snapped his Core back into place and stared into the Dominator, watching the Health bar above the icon of his Tyrannoblaze slowly turning back green and smiled upon seeing the wounds on his Tyrannoblaze's neck and body beginning to heal up, perhaps thanks to the energy within the Core. He wasn't complaining though.
Langa then stared at the lake, having forgotten about the beautiful view in the first place. He smiled as he held the core close to him again.
"Langa: We'll get through this, Ripper. Like we always do...."
Langa muttered to himself as he stared outwards, now knowing the consequences of failing to win a fight. He must prepare for more fights in the future, to avoid a fate worse than death, what will Langa's fate be?
But for now…he'll rest. It's close to night-time after all…