Trigger Me Fire (RAE)

[Raelena St. John]

"So, if'n I called ye a coward an' pointed oot tha' ye be losin' by forfeit," Rae paused, swaying slightly and grinning down at Eve, "does tha' count as a challenge or a statement o' fact."

Rae slid back, popping up on the other side of the bar, still facing Eve. Now she propped her arms on the table, and cradled her head in her hands. All the while, she smirked confidently at the frustrated dragon.

"So, since ye be givin' oop, does tha' mean I win an' get m'prize by default?" Rae tilted her head. "Cuz tha' still reeeeeeal temptin', even if ye are bristly."

Rae arched her eyebrows, and reached down. Soon another bottle appeared, setting down next to the other one.

"Since th' drink's nae enough fir ye, ye might as well 'ave some more. I tain't had this much fun in a while," Rae winked, popping open the bottle and setting it in front of Eve. "No strings attached ta this bottle, I swear."

She went back to her former position, propped up and staring. "Ye seriously dinnae like lasses? Wit' th' ootfit an' attitude an' I all I jus' assume..."

[Eve Stone]

Eve downright growled at Rae when she suggested that she lost by forefit, that she was a coward. That one word triggered her faster than anything else out there. She had most diffinitely lost the challenge. Her hand shot out and grabbed the bottle that she had previously cracked and brought it down crashing onto the bar. This would work as a blade just as well as any other.

"No one calls me a coward!" As Rae jumped behind the bar to get another bottle she leapt onto the bar to attack. She was so angry it wouldn't be long before her dragon characteristics showed themselves.

"I'm not giving up. I was supposed to be trying not to get angry!" Eve swung out her foot to kick Rae her thick combat boots aiming right for the placement of those wolfy eyes. Her left hand kept her balanced her right holding the broken bottle tightly. The more this b*tch talked the angrier she got and before she knew it she could feel her fangs grow. Oh, how badly she she want this dog's blood flowing over her claws, and in her jaws.

"Ahh, shit." She growled feeling the startings of bloodlust. Wow, that was fast. Girl sure knows how to trick my tiggers! "Get the people out." Was all she could say before leaping at the blond with the sexy smile.

[Raelena St. John]

One moment Rae had been preparing another bottle, the next she was shoving said bottle at the very person she'd been preparing it for. The glass did little to stop the dragon, but it let Rae backpedal a few steps.

Her bouncer already started clearing out the people in the club, yelling and tossing whenever necessary. He glanced over at Rae, but she just flicked her hand at him, getting him out.

"Ye have some anger issues, lass," Rae drawled, jerking her arm up to take the kick. The pain shot through her arm, and nearly floored her with the impact. It also jarred, and Rae knew that would've broken a normal person's bones.

Good thing Rae wasn't normal.

Her eyes turned golden as she drew on the inner wolf. She couldn't transform much until the club was emptied, but she could try and draw on the strength. Growling, she slammed her foot down, hoping to stomp on one of Eve's boot-clad toes.

"So, if'n I win this, do I get th' tongue?" she asked, flashing fangs at Eve.

[Eve Stone]

She wasn't a coward damnit! As Rae backpedaled Eve advanced slashing with her bottle and then with her claws. Shit, shit, shit! Calm down! At the flash of gold she knew it wasn't just some Gifted she was dealing with. But she wasn't quite sure because some dragons had golden eyes, if she just picked a fight with an older dragon she was screwed.

"Anger issues? Ah, no! I'm perfectly perky!" Eve snarled leaping and kicking of the bar to kick down at Rae thinking that the girl would probably just dodge it.

The next comment had her dropping the bottle and just going all out at Rae. She felt her muscles tighten and her eyesight sharpen but she refused to change. Because in truth she didn't want this, didn't want to fight.

"You won't win." Now that was her being cocky, but the other girl wasn't exactly being humble either. If she won she'd be the first to ever beat her, and Eve couldn't let that happen.

[Raelena St. John]

This was proving to be tricky.

Judging by the talons and the eyes, Rae was dealing with a genuine dragon. Which would be just super, but she wasn't certain if she had any Dragon's Bane on hand. The local cops wouldn't exactly appreciate it if she did have them, and the last thing the rock star needed was a rap for possession.

The kick was easy enough to dodge, as telegraphed as it was. When Eve started charging, Rae growled again.

"Ye ken, this is jus," Rae shoved at Eve, getting her off Rae's body, "jus' makin' me hotter."

Rae's eyes turned fully wolf, and fur started forming on her arms. She glanced over her shoulder, noting that everyone had finally left, and her bouncer was even gone.

"Play time's o'er, lassie," Rae growled. She yanked her blouse off, buttons shooting everywhere, then quickly snapped her pants. As she stripped, she began growing at a rapid rate. Already she loomed over Eve, and the clothes were starting to become useless.

[Eve Stone]

She slashed and growled as she kicked and fought at the were. By now she didn't care or see anyone else all she saw was the one who had labeled her coward. A title she must prove wrong. At all costs she must erase that thought from this woman's mind. Any other insult would almost be better than coward.

"You serious?" And the clothes were coming off. That threw her off center making her pause and gawk at Rae as she stripped. Though both seemed to be getting worked up in the violent manner Eve could not ignore a naked woman. Snapping out of it just as Rae started truly to overcome her she snarled not letting fear even inch its wat in.

"Oh, you wanna play like that huh? I can play just as well." Scales started erupting from her skin her bones cracking and growing as she shifted into dragon form. As she did so she kept up with it by also stripping. Damn, nice clothes! The boots were giving her problems and she cursed and roared ripping them off. As she changed she ran at Rae not fully changed hopign to catch the were off guard before the both finished changing. For once she wished she had something impressive to pop out like wings but instead her eyes shifted to crimson and grey. A rather thick spiked tail started growing as her form grew to her reptilian form.

Rage flowed from her in waves as her tail lashed out cracking like lightning striking the ground in the direction Rae's legs anything to try to hit the girl. She didn't even notice glass breaking, people screaming outside, and ardly cared anymore that she'd lost and would be punished for this. For right nwo at that moment she had to win.

[Raelena St. John]

"Holy s********t!" Rae exclaimed with the last bit of her human voice. She fully changed into a massive, half-wolf half-human hybrid. Russet fur coated every bit of her body, and a bushy tail stuck out from behind. The stripping had been a turn on though, and had almost cost Rae her legs. The lycan still had to fumble over the tail, and she nearly lost her balance.

If she hadn't dropped to all fours, she would have fallen hard. Luckily this put her in the perfect position to attack. She leapt for the dragon, arms stretched wide. The spikes were going to hurt like hell, but Rae was determined to sink her claws and fangs into that skin. Show the lizard who's boss around here.

Though mentally she did replay the image of Eve yanking off clothing a few times...

[Eve Stone]

As Rae came leaping at he she snarled as claws made contact with her hide. She stared at the red fur and in any other circumstance would probably appreciate how rare and beautiful the fur was. At the moment she was picturing it incased in flames. Eve roared her tail whipping around as claws came at Rae from four direction in an attempt to get the wolf-human off of her. At least Rae didn't weigh anywhere as much as a near full grown male dragon. For Eve wasn't the biggest of dragon depending more on speed and her long spiked tail like a whip.

By using all four claws she ultimately put herself on her back but she used those claws to try to push Rae up and off of her. If that wouldn't work she would end up rolling on top of the were and stand then blow fire at the female. But once rolling she coughed realizing she hated eaten charcoal in a few weeks. What came out aimed anywhere Rae might be was smoke, hot smoke with a few flames. Eve let out a reptilian scream of frustration her tail lashing out at the bar around her.

[Raelena St. John]

The initial thrashings did little to dislodge the wild lycan from the war dragon's back. Rae simply scuttled over her, like a deadly tick, digging claws in as she marched about. Of course, this meant she was attached when Eve rolled, and open for the shoving.

Rae managed to twist in the air, her claws skittering over the dance floor as she landed. Hot smoke wafted at her, and she blinked, looking around with puzzlement. When it became apparent that she wasn't going to be charbroiled, or even suffer an attempt at that, Rae simply cocked her head.

What that it? her expression conveyed.

Chuckling, Rae lunged for the closest stool, picking it up and hurling it at the thrashing dragon. Expecting Eve to simply bat it away, Rae charged after it. The idea was to catch the dragon flat-footed, by surprise. Though Rae seemed to be slightly ahead in this fight, she didn't want to wind up slice and diced by a dragon.

[Eve Stone]

Eve cursed herself a million times for lacking fire. That very well could doom her in this fight. How many times had her father reminded her to make sure she ate charcoal? It was just the stuff was so damned nasty! The were was thoroughly confusing her with her constant moving. It was almost like she was fighting a war dragon the female moved so fast. The digging in claws hurt and she snarled and bit trying to get the darn dog off of her.

The smoke made it hard to see Rae and then a stool was coming at her. What the? Ducking she flicked it with her tail and smiled like a crocodile when Rae came rushing at her. Her jaws open and ready for the female werewolf. Her back feet pushed her forward lunging at the werewolf to meet her head on. Both claws and fangs were ready and waiting.

[Raelena St. John]

Hell, this is gonna hurt like...

Rae collided with the war dragon, still moving full on. The result was that Rae sank her claws into the scales of the dragon, at the expense of taking at least one bite wound on her thrashing arm. And the talons raked Rae's side. Growling, Rae attempted to slide down the side of the dragon, dragging her claws as she moved.

By now, both were probably bloody messes, and Rae didn't particularly want to continue fighting anymore. The bar had already been through enough, and Rae would probably be licking wounds for days to come. But something told her that the dragon wasn't quite done fighting. Was there something in dragon culture against losing?

Rae darted long the dragon's side, watching the tail. There she stood, watching for an opening, crouched. Half an eye was glued to that tail, the other half to the head. This was such a tricky fight, and Rae hated fighting smart. She'd much rather just leap in and start flailing.

But Rae didn't have a death wish, just a tendency towards berserking. Besides, this was a play fight for her.

[Eve Stone]

So ramming wasn't as fun as it looked as claws ripped open her flesh and tore at her scales. As Rae slid down her body Eve reared up onto her hide legs to face her and to blow that smoky fire mixture at her. But this time she had a plan as she watched the wolf crouch near her blowing the area with the smoke, and ash.

She hurt, and she was bleeding, but Eve didn't even think of stopping. Guessing she would hit the werewolf at least once she started spinning and weaving in and out of the smoke. Her tail slashed not really able to see much of anything, taste anything but smoke, or smell anything but her own fire.

If the werewolf wanted she could probably just jump a good distance away until the smoked cleared, but it was a shot to a least hit the fast moving wolf.

Sure she'd scored a few hits but she wanted to win.

[Raelena St. John]

Again with the smoke. And again, Rae wasn't impressed. She simply blew it away from her immediate area, bounding closer...

and right into the thrashing dragon.

Eve's tail caught Rae on the torso, flinging the lycan across the bar, where she landed hard on a table. Even with its supports, the table couldn't deal with the sudden impact, and collapsed, leaving Rae amid shards of metal. The lycan kicked off the pieces, really regretting egging the dragon on now.

She picked up pieces of table and tossed them away, finally rising to her feet. Then she picked up the largest piece she could find and hurled it at the dragon.

Rae mentally cursed herself for not being a very smart fighter. Though apparently Eve was even worse than her.

Table thrown, Rae bounded forward, pulling to a stop just short of the thrashing dragon. Again she found a nearby piece of bar furniture and flung it at the dragon. This would either actually wound the beastie, distract it, tire it out, or irritate it into doing something stupid. All around win, in Rae's opinion.

[Eve Stone]

Her plan had worked to an extent making the werewolf walk right into her weavings, but the woman still didn't go down! After she saw that Rae failed to drop after the tail thrash and crashing into the bar she stopped thrashing and growled.

Damnit! Now the russet wolf was throwing things at her. She did her best to try to block the objects but they weren't exactly small. Snarling as a piece of the bar furniture as she batted it away stuck into her pam. She bit down on it and pulled it out spitting it at Rae. Eyes narrowing she charged Rae but once she got anywhere near the were she darted away instead lashing out with her tail then darting back.

Eve was starting to wear down and the blood loss was not helping, but she wouldn't give up. As she went toward Rae she used her tail to grab things and toss it at the were. If they were going to play dodge the furniture then alrighty then.

[Raelena St. John]

Dragon see, dragon do.

Rae dodged the furniture, but in doing so had to give up tossing her own. She ran around the club, thankful that she had the home turf advantage here. It was much easier to dodge when you knew exactly where to go.

Unfortunately, the lycan was running out of ideas, and running out of energy. Several bits of furniture were embedded in her, and her stomach still ached from taking the tail blow. When the dragon hit, it hurt more than it had any right to.

Rae wished she could talk, to either taunt or try and sue for a draw. Her club was getting trashed, she was still unhappy, and the dragoness didn't look much better.

Glass wouldn't hurt a dragon, so using bottles was out. They were supposed to have some weakness, but Rae honestly didn't know it. And she was certainly lacking in swords or other dragon slaying weaponry. Running was certainly a viable option, but Rae was concerned about being seen.

She leaped behind the bar, trying to figure out what to do. At that time, the door of the club swung in, and a couple of police officers stormed in, shouting.

"Everyone get do---holy s**t!"
"Is that a?"
"That's a!"

Well, f**k.