Daily 4 (I CHOSE THE PERFECT DRAGONS FOR THIS OH MY BINDER) oh fun fact because of how long this is i cried holy hell this was a kistake to write i hate myself why do i do this-
I deketed half of it in mistake and rewrote it and phone will not let me copy paste **** anymore HELPPPP
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Some of your dragons may be doing a cooking competition, but what about something a bit more physical? Do they step into the ring to try and do some sparring, or just watch the spectacle from the side?
You are not limited to the three options I mention above, and can come up with any sort of play-fighting activity.
As soon as the challeneg was announced, and the arena unveiled, all three of the Dojo crew lit up in excitement. If there was one thing in their core, other than creativity, that mattered to them the most, it was fighting. They werent called "RockHardGladiators" for nothing, after all. "How about we recreate your seige and subsequent takeover of Micfortress, eh Wizard? Show these
lizards what TRUE fighting prowess looks like!" The Imitator suggests, a devilish smile and ferocious glint in his eye as claws tap against the stone. Micwizard eyes light up, literally glowing wih excitement! Yes! The seige of Micfortress, how could he forget such an awesome battle! He ferverntly nods, almost headbanging as he pulls his comrades to the ring. "We need to test if the arena can hold up to my coolness first!" And with a thumbs up from the harpy groundskeeper, Micwizard summons his Mictank once more. Now i dont think i did it justice describing it before. The Challenger 2 is painted vantablack, absorbing more light than even the most sophisticated of shadow magics, you could say that this foreign weaponry was a tamed shadebeast. And what a hulking beast it was, Micwizard guessed in this world it would weigh as much as the largest of dragon breeds, and have three times the amount of magical firepower. On the right side of the tank, just above the wheels was the words "MICTANK" spray painted in bright pink and white lettering, constrasting against the jet night of the rest of the machine. Though the frankly horrifying mash of steel and fire was decades old, the spray paint still seemed wet, dripping down the sides like hot pink blood. Micwizard lined up the barrel with one side of the cave wall, where the arena was being kept, and charged up an explosive arcane blast of magic and metal shrapnel. With a piercing BOOM! the shell struck true, exploding in smoke and light. But when the dust cleared, only a crack the size of a child's finger remained. Basically spotless. Satisfyed Micwizard leapt out of his trusty tank and desummoned it, summoning an electric guitar and amp for Doorsguy, handing it to the Mirror drake before speaking, "you play music. Imitator and i will fight. Imitator, grab volunteers. It would be boring just playing out my duel with Micboss. We need to rebuild the whole siege!" Both dragons nodded in agreement. Despite Doorsguy's fighting prowess and expertise with a multitude of weapons, his magic use was limited and so he would not be able to recreate the more flashy fights. He was however able to play music, and play it very well. Sti?l, he promised Micwizard he would be joining in on the fistfights. Imitator, like Doorsguy, had years of fighting expertise at hand. Unlike Doorsguy, he COULD do magic, and a variety of flashy spells at his disposal was exactly what the fae dragon needed from the nocturne in order to recreate the flashiest, miccoolest battle Cier had ever seen. Along with this, Imitator stood on the podium and announced to the rest of the crowd "Listen up, drakes and harpies alike! If you want to participate in the recreation of one of the greatest duels of all time, raise your hand!" Surprisingly, quite a few hands were raised, more than enough for the crowd fistfight scene. MicWizard, Imitator and numerous dragon and beastclan volunteers crawled or flew up to the expansive stone and sand arena, and with help from some shadow dragons in the crowd, a semi solid illusion of a great castle and fortress was created. A near perfect replica of
Micfortress, back then named Boss Fortress, give or take some porportion changes to fit the draconian bodies. After some testing to make sure the illusion would not crumple under fighting, as well as another round of testing against the actual arena walls, Micwizard gives the go ahead to Doorsguy to begin playing, and so, to the sound of an electric guitar and a mirror's screams, the recreation of one of the greatest battles Cier had ever seen, commences.
oh yea, oh yea, come on girl, hey! She move so quick, she move so fast, she move so quick she make the good times last
Micwizard bursts from the stone in a pink and purple splatter, immeadiately knocking out one of the volunteers before dodging and destroying an arcane mud monster summoned by another.
she said even in the morning said you know that its on
Imitator copies the arcane mage's mud monster attack, but it is again easily destroyed by the superior fae mage. Despite the wind magic here he can easily draw from his wing prosthetics as a power source, as well as the scarce arcane magic used to hold some of the attractions together. Not that much mind you, he doesnt want the place to fall apart!
even in the morning, oh, oh, oh, free love! Free love! Free love!
A fireball is summoned by a gaurdian in the crowd, and with a log found on the sandy arena Micwizard blocks and dissapates it easily, singing only the grains of sand near his talons.
free love, love, love!
Micwizard then parries with a fireball of his own, striking it like a baseball into one of the fabricated towers, toppling it with an orange explosion.
she likes it rough, she bends them bones, she starts a-screaming when she's ready to go! Even in the morning, oh oh oh!
Imitator who was hiding in the tower, swoops down to the ground and with a rallying war cry, summons the rest of the volunteers that were hiding in the illusion. Skin,scales, fur and feathers charge at the lone pink and black fae mage.
she said even in the morning yea you know that its on, even in the morning, oh oh oh!
A spiral, as obsidian as the fae and his friend swings a sword and leads the charge agains the intruder upon Bossfortress. But the valiant effort is in vain as the opposing Wizard strikes purple lightning into the crowd, dispatching many of the spiral's warriors, harpy and dragon alike, in a splatter and explosion of pink and purple hue.
free love, free love! Free love, free love, love love!
More dragons and harpies join the charge and are all again defeated like the fighters before them, knocked out either by bursts of magic arcane energy, or for the bold few wanting to for hand to hand combat, humbled as they realize the Micwizard is an expert in brawns as well as brains. As a final flourish to the last bunch of the army, Micwizard once again summons his beloved Mictank, either trampling those who come close with it's mighty set of wheels, or blasting those afar with magic tank shells, power Stormcatcher and Arcanist would only dream of obtaining.
pretty girl, come with me, two on two, three on three, passion is the flavour climbing up this tree! Make it right, move around, keep it on the underground, just beneath the covers i can see the sea!
A few more arcane blasts and the crowd is down. Doorsguy jumps into the fray, still singing, but is bested like all the rest and so must jump out of the arena to avoid a knockout. Micwizard is in his element now. Just one more fight to go. As he races down the stone bridge in his Mictank he sees it. The Boss Fortress, soon to be his. Even back then, it was a behemoth, a great wall of magic and stone, just waiting to be conqeured by a more powerful mage. Though it is an illusion the cobblestone still gleams bright in the light of the sunset, and for a moment Micwizard is taken back, to when it was real, and these soldiers were not draconian performers and volunteers,but real stickfigure warriors, who were damaged much more than a bruise or a knockout. With a roar of the cannons an enourmous blast of magic obliterates the gate, freeing the stuffy walls to the air outside, as well as the incoming siege. Micwizard climbs into the tank's main cannon, and with much greater ease than before, now that he is a tiny dragon and not a 6 foot tall man. With one final BOOM of the cannon Micwizard lands gracefully into the castle's walls, and so the final fight commences. Time for the true seige of BossFortress!
she knocking knees, so full of pride, she make the move 'cause she has nothing to hide
a few more goons knocked down and Micwizard is racing thru the castle walls, red carpet soft and fluffy under his feet, candle and sunlight highlighting his dark silloheute. And there he is. Imitator, copying the fae's form, playing the role of the mighty Micboss, ruler of Boss Fortress. A mighty opponent, but not as mighty as the true wizard himself! Lets show these guys what a real fight is like!
she said even in the morning said you know that its on, even in the morning, oh oh oh!
A blast of red and black light is parried by purple, as Micwizard charges up an aura to full strength. Because Imitator matches his strength he has no worry that he will be totally destroyed if Micwizard goes all out on him (even if that would be perferred). The nocturne slams his tail onto the ground, sending Micwizard backwards as he knocks into one of the arena walls.
free love, free love, free love
The two take to the air as Imitator carries micwizard into the sky before pummelling him back down with a vicious cackle.
free love, love, love!
The cakcling continues as with a magical flair MicImitator converts his hand into a cannon and launches a magic burst at the grounded Micwizard.
free love, free love
But luckily Micwizard dodges the shot and rushes up to Imitator, slugging him with a punch to the face, and some kicks to the stomach. Imitatkr tries to pin him down but the fae wriggles out of his grasp with another kick as a stone collumn is summones, shooting out of the throne and onto the roof of the castle where the fight continues.
As Doorsguy shreds the guitar, MicWizard and Imitator shred each other's flesh in perfect hand to hand combat. Blow for blow, bite for bite, every hit is shnchronized. As a bloodied Imitator is about to swipe at an equally battered Micwizard, the mage summo s his final trick: Micdrill, a large silver drill that goes over one's claw in a guantlet like fashion. He hasnt used his weapon since the seige, but since this is a recreation of that fight, he might as well use it now. He stabs The Imitator with the drill, blood gushing from the larger dragon's mouth as he tries desperately to free himself.
But the effort is wasted as Micwizard blasts the two of them intk the last remaining tower, freeing Imitator from the drill but leaving him free falling to his death.
free loooovvee~
With a final explosion of fire and rubble, the battle is over. Micwizard once again stands victorius over a crumbled fortress, which he shall rebuild in his name as the greatest concentration of magical academia Cier has ever seen. Steadfast thru countless wars and apocalyptic events, Micfortress is a shining example of
Cier's unwavering ability to face and overcome insourmountable odds.
Meanwhile Imitator is lying in a giant pool of his own blood as his regeneration kicks in.
"Hhhhhhnnngggghhh....screw you...."
And thats my entry! Hope you liked it! Its way too long i cried typing it because i had to reformat tje broken parts :"D
Based on the real Micwizard animation here. Essentially a 1:1 transcript of it with flight rising characters instead of sticks
https://youtu.be/3N54tMDeink
