Forests of the Institutes

Udyr released Shyvana, sensing her change in aura. Getting up from the scorched earth, with a wave of his hand the dragon's flames were flicked off of him. The grass hissed and twisted from the heat emitted from Shyvana. His eyes scanned her, her left arm was the one he had fractured, meaning if she tried to walk on all fours then she would only further break the limb, and would cause her to limp.

She had reared back, giving him ample time to assume which direction she was going to attack from. Udyr readied himself, his Turtle aspect prevalent, and caught her swipe. She would feel the tips of her claws embed themselves into Udyr's flesh, but not pierce further than a quarter of an inch. With both arms, Udyr held Shyvana in place, glaring at her. She could start to feel her arm twist, as Udyr put more pressure on it. Whatever he was planning, it was bound to hurt. No matter, he was but a man, she was a half-dragon, she could out muscle a human easily.

Right?

Udyr released one of his hands from her claws and calmly stared at the gaping maw coming for him. He crouched down slightly, waiting for the perfect moment. Half a second, a second, a second and a half and-

*CRACK*

The Bear aspect prevalent once more, Udyr landed a solid uppercut on her jaw, which would of course mean she would crash into him still, but at least it would be less teeth filled and more a half dragon, bathed in flames, crashing into him with all of her body...weight...

Perhaps he should have thought things through a little more.

She would see the imprint of Udyr's body in the ground, along with a few skid marks of blood, but no Udyr.

Shyvana would then feel a sudden, violent tug on her tail which jerked her backwards, making her taste the dirt. When she would look behind her, she would see Udyr grabbing onto the middle of her tail, to give him the best grip. The beast man's clothing was completely shredded, except for his obligatory nigh-invulnerable fundoshi thanks to certain people at the League. His entire front side looked like he had rubbed his body on a cheese grater thanks to her scales. His dislocated jaw snapped back into place due to a violent shake of his head.

Udyr spread his legs open a bit wider...then did something ridiculous. His muscles tightened, his Bear aspect still tangible, and he whipped her tail upwards. His plan was to lift Shyvana by her tail, swing her in a overhead arc, then slam her to the ground on the other side of him.

"RRRRARGH!"

*CRACK*

*BOOM*

Shyvana would have no time to recover, she would feel the beast man actually release her, only to mount her back. He would start climbing towards her neck. She would have to act quickly, the flames seemed to d little except make him smell delicious.

Udyr held on to the shaking half-dragon, his fingers digging through her scale and into her flesh as his Tiger aspect became dominant. The shaking did elicit more wounds on his scraped skin and his flesh, but he showed no sign of pain aside from a grunt of discomfort. His nipples would start to chafe at this rate. Thank the gods those were miraculously missed amongst all this chaos, he hated regrowing the callouses for them.

The beast man would only stop once he had mounted her back, grabbed her horns, and gave her head a violent twist. This would not kill her, but would result in temporary loss of muscle control, whiplash, and Udyr wrestling someone onto the ground.

While they were on fire. And a half-dragon.

Udyr was still mounting her back. Her swiping at him only meant that he could see it coming, and her arm would naturally stop itself at its breaking point. Her twisting her torso meant Udyr was twisted long with it, and further contorted his body to assure that the arm would stop at the proper angle.

Then he grabbed it. His iron fingers held onto her outstretched arms as he continued to hold Shyvana to the ground, in an attempt to completely exhaust her.

Udyr would allow the flames roar about him, not truly caring about them. His hands were the most heavily calloused part of his body. The open, bleeding wounds, however, the smell of cauterized blood would linger behind as Shyvana reverted back to her human form.

The beast man stormed over, and promptly kneed the half-dragon's face. His Bear aspect could be felt in the blow, and would send the already wounded half-dragon tumbling across the field. Udyr finally spoke after all this time, snarling at her, "Four times. Your warm up is complete."

He cricked his neck and took a stance, glaring at Shyvana. "No mercy for the weak. We are ready when you are."

Udyr watched the half-dragon relocate her arm using her broken arm. It was almost comedic enough for him to smirk. Almost.

"That was five," Udyr said in a flat tone. He cracked his knuckles then stared at her. "How do you plan on defeating us? We could have killed you five times over, and we chose not to. You asked for a sparring partner." He motioned to her, "We have sparred. Now, if you think yourself capable, you get up, you will walk here, and you will fight. But it will not be we, you fight."

Udyr's eyes narrowed, his voice a loud roar despite him not shouting. "You will fight me. And you will die."

Flames shrieked out from his body, the heat hot enough for Shyvana to feel even at her distance. His fingers cricked and resembled the readied claws of a tiger. His muscles bulged, the bear aspect engorging and allowing him to unleash his full strength, and the wounds on his body? The burns that marred his skin grew paler in intensity, the blood that flowed from his various wounds stemmed, and shifted from his stance. He stood, hsi arms crossed, and glaring at her.

"Will you fight, and die weak? Or will you concede defeat?"