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[Janie's got a tranq gun. A REALLY big gun, as well as a cow (for bait)]

HEY!

[He's sniffing the cow. Frankly, he's never actually seen one at this range before. They have, occasionally, been small indistinct shapes he's stepped on. But the universe has deemed fit to shrink him down in these places.]

[Granted, from his perception, everything else is suddenly just equally huge. But a head snaps up when she speaks, and while he's not threatened at all by humans, he knows what weapons look like.]

[And they make him very angry.]

Look, a cow! Just... eat, and you'll feel a pinch.

[She doesn't want to kill him, she just wants to get him somewhere else, away from people]

[He growls, low, claws moving in anticipation. He has been known, in this size, to enjoy meat. Of the cooked variety, at any rate. Honey-glazed hams have been known to appease him, in fact.]

[But this thing does not look tasty to an animal that once consumed reactors. He roars, thumping his tail hard against the cow]

[Great, the noise woke him up. Smaug snarls, drawing himself up to full height before addressing the other lizard.]

Do you mind? Some of us are trying to sleep.

[He has half a mind to barbeque Godzilla out of pure spite for waking him.]

[Were he the sort to reflect on it, he would chastise himself for missing the large creature nearby, but 'being intimidated' is not within his nature. Forged by atomic fire, he stands tall, too, nearly sixty meters of him.]

[Smaug may find this...rather more difficult than he might expect. Mortals might fear him, creatures of his world may cower at his name - but this is the titan of the atom, a living, breathing vengeance for the folly of humanity. He does not know fear. And he interprets Smaug's unknowable words as a challenge.]

[And lets forth a mighty, penetrating roar.]

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[...that's quite a bellow on such a creature. However, Smaug seems less than impressed, slithering around to the side as if to circle Godzilla.]

How eloquently put. [He says with no small amount of sarcasm. One would think he would be impressed to meet a creature as big as he is. It's no feat to look the dragon in the eye.]

[His chest glows hot, warming up his internal fire.] Perhaps this is something you will understand! [And he lets loose with a stream of fire from his mouth.]

[He turns to face his opponent, taking the flames full across the front of his body. And oh, this is a language he understands. It is, perhaps, his only language. Violence, destruction and survival.]

[Which it might be no real surprise that he marches out of the fire, only the slightest singeing evident on his tough hide, and visibly healing. Covered in smoke, he marches onwards towards his enemy, claws and teeth seeking to bite and rend.]

[Surprise is not an expression Smaug is accustomed to wearing. His eyes flash in anger at his fire being shrugged off so easily, extending his wings as if to throw off this defeat and cutting a wide swath of fire in front of the creature coming towards him.]

[He hates the flying ones. Slows down the victory, delays their defeat. He lunges forward, moving surprisingly quickly for a heavily-built reptile like this, trying to bite one of Smaug's limbs before he can lift off, getting out of range, diving through the dimming flames]

[As Smaug frequently likes to boast, his wings are a hurricaine, a force to be reckoned with. However, he has never met any creature who was immune to his fire and it is this element of surprise that catches him off guard in the end.

He roars in anger and pain, trying to claw the other creature in the face to get him off his leg.]

Let go you mangy fool!

[He roars in surprise at that. Usually they aren't that clever. The ridiculous flying insect-thing hadn't been, certainly. The winds buffet him, and actual sparks come from the contact with his skin where the claws fail to break the skin. Here and there, however, they manage to scratch deep - but he can heal such minor things very quickly.]

[It is then that the spines on his back begin to glow. He follows the movement of the creature and unleashes a blast of atomic fire, aiming to eradicate his enemy in one blow.]

[It's clear that Smaug has severely underestimated the tenacity and resources of this creature. At the last moment, he turns aside to avoid getting the atomic fire to the face, his hardy scales able to keep the damage to a minimum.

Snarling, Smaug dashes away like a serpent slithering into the grass, circling the nearby mountain to try and take off into the sky and come at Godzilla in an aerial attack. He isn't hurt so much physically as his pride has taken a severe beating. Raining down fire from above is much safer for him.]

[As Smaug strives for altitude, the attack becomes familiar. Ghidorah. The three-headed dragon, the monster from beyond. Always bigger, always stronger. At that realization, if anything, his rage increases. This is his world, his. It does not belong to creatures from beyond.]

[But in the end, it is creatures that look like Smaug that have caused him pain, have acted like his world was theirs. That he might not be in his world is a thought beyond him. He is here, this is now - and it must be his world.]

[He watches, aims, and lets loose with another blast - even at long range he will still try to incinerate his foe.]

[Smaug ducks and dodges the flame seeking his face, feeling a bit more confident now that the sky was his own. The creature may have him matched in flame and size, but his wings were unmatched in any world.

He alights on a nearby hill, which was likely a mountain to any normal sized creature, and looks triumphantly down at his prey.]

How noble, are you still trying? You cannot defeat me, I am death itself.

[His only response is a roar, even louder than the first. If this thing wishes to challenge him, he will gladly accept it. His third shot will likely miss, but it will do a number on that mountain - aimed at center of mass.]

[Were he able to articulate, were he able to understand, he would have responded in kind - he has been vengeance incarnate, defeater of demons and scourge of the earth...and sometimes its last hope.]

[But he prepares, rage and determination seemingly without end.]

[The mountain just about explodes under his feet, forcing Smaug to abandon his jeering fest and take to the skies again. Growling, he shoves the rocks under his back feet forward as he does, causing a rockslide to form and work its way towards Godzilla. Hopefully that will slow it down somewhat and Smaug can go in for the kill. A crude plan but he was running out of options.]

[The entirety of a mountain slams into him, provoking a sound of surprise and pain, rocks rolling over him until only a few spines are visible. All is still for a moment then he erupts from the rubble, clawed hand crushing one stone in sheer rage. Dust cascades from him, obscuring his vision, and he shakes his head, growling.]

*Fritz thinks this is the absolute coolest thing that he's seen in ages.*

Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Yes, he is!

*Djinn are weird.*

[There is no universe in which that is going to fly with him, especially not a giant human. Because, well, there's no way he could have been shrunk down. Everything else had to have been sized up.]

[But see that look? It is a very unhappy look, with accompanying growls with undertones of pure evisceration.]

[It was too much to hope mere rocks would have taken the creature out. Smaug seethes unhappily, circling in the air as he sees his prey climbing out of the dust. He could go in for another attack but Smaug prefers to calculate his chances, attacking from farther away if he can help it. It worked so well on Dale after all.

He warms up for another fire attack, cutting a circle of fire around Godzilla to intimidate and confuse it.]

Oh, don't give me that.

*Fritz, in his own human form, was barely five-foot-three. He probably smelled a lot like a campfire, and had no fear.*

Are you hungry? I could probably get you some currywurst...man, my brother would freak out!

*His poor human "brother" would have a heart attack.*

[Regarding the former objective, that will fail absolutely. Intimidation is simply something he cannot feel. Never has, and never will. But the latter works superbly. Between the flames and the smoke, he can see precious little, turning in a slow circle, looking for a break to gain a target.]

[Alternatively, you could hold still and he could give you a good shake by the head, with his teeth. Which is always an eager option for an atomic dinosaur, really.]

[Claws flex, and really the only question at this particular juncture is what means he wishes to use in order to convert Fritz from a human being into a pile of vaguely human-shaped meat.]

[Perhaps that was what was so unnerving about the encounter for Smaug. Fear was his ally, he used it like a weapon. But this creature, this blunt instrument seemed to not understand the simple fact that Smaug was not one to be trifled with. That he should be afraid.

Smaug lands, flapping his wings to fan the flames at his prey, enjoying its confusion.]

*Fritz sighed and swapped forms, flames flickering amusedly. Teen gone, fire in his place, but it certainly still has his voice.*

You'll burn your mouth.

[The feeling in the ground, the sudden gust of flame towards him - it hurts, stings to feel the burning wrap around him - but it gives him a direction. And he charges forward at full speed, not terribly fast but with an unstoppable and unearthly momentum. And perhaps that gust of flames will blind his enemy as well.]

[Trifled never enters into it, fear never enters into it - he fights, he wins, he survives. There is nothing on the Earth or in the depths of space itself that could shake what he is.]

[Well that's just annoying. He swipes at the flames with a claw, testing reality.]

[He's gotten cocky again. Smaug goes down with a growl that sounds decidedly like a yelp of surprise, thrown back against the destroyed pile of rubble behind him. He struggles to get back up, trying to claw the creature off of him.]

[He ignores the claws, ignores when they cut through skin. Skin heals, very quickly in his case. His task now is to prevent escape, bring the creature down to earth and keep him there. Claws grapple, trying to grab hold of a wing.]

[Then the spines glow again, aiming a blast directly into a wing, aiming to cripple it, prevent his flight. On the ground, with only fire and claw to oppose him? It will merely be a matter of time.]

[No scales on his wings to protect them....Smaug howls in pain, furious at being taken down with such a simple tactic. He tries to get away as fast as he can, pulling himself along the ground to try and escape, kicking dirt in Godzilla's face in a ditch effort to free himself.

A large gaping hole in one of his wings that now hangs limply at his side.]

[He has to close his eyes against that, lashing out blindly with one of his own clawed arms then shaking his head to knock aside the mound of dirt. He senses panic, senses advantage and impending victory.]

[And he's very ready to seize upon it. And crush his enemy's neck in his jaws.]

[It's a near thing, with Smaug having such a long and accessible neck for grasping. His remaining winged arm grapples with the mouth coming for his neck, keeping it from clamping down entirely as his back legs come up like a cat.

Smaug has never been reduced to fighting from on his back before. It is degrading and ridiculous. His chest trying to glow and warm up fire to spit back at the attacker and prevent his own demise...if such a thing was possible.]

[Perhaps, in that moment, something will be seen of each other. For the once and ever king, he may see something of the terrible pride and arrogance of the dragons of a forgotten time and place. As imperious as a glacier and as terrible as a firestorm.]

[For the other, ancient, proud and powerful, he may see in the eyes that seek his demise something of this creature of the new. Forged of unholy fires unknown to his world - a creature without respite, without fear and without hesitation; instinct and the power of the atom made flesh.]

[And perhaps then, in that moment, their flames will meet, atomic fire versus the arcane flames of old.]

[Smaug is forced to flee, half crawling on his belly with one wing arm, half flopping away from the creature who has wounded him. Leaving to go back deep into his caves and lick his wounds and sulk. A hiss of disgust as his tail is the last thing seen before he plunges into the darkness.

Next time, he will be the victor, he will not allow such a defeat to lay low the mighty Smaug.]

[He lets him go, tail thumping the ground in a display that is half dominance, half...something almost akin to joy.]

[And then he bellows, long and loud, before turning away to resume his long, unending march - to who knows where. But today, he remains as ever, the King of the Monsters.]

[fin?]

[Just a little space horse hovering at eye-level, curious of the giant creature.]

Ho, grand serpent, what vexes thee so on a gilt-edged day?

[It takes him quite some time to notice the thing, as one might a fly. When he does, he swats at it, reflexively.]

[Granted, if he were to answer such a question, or could even understand it, the answer to what vexes him would be 'everything']

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(OOC: For the purposes of this, I'll go with the 8-foot-tall version I usually use in comms, ok?

Okay :)

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When dealing with human-sized things, I go with an 8 foot high version. That ok? :)

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absolutely!

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