Mountain vs Hold My Beer

**Location: Skies over Dante's Workshop Time: *Noon***

"Hhmmm? Are they absent?"

The massive dragon stares down at the cameras surrounding the workshop. It was barren with life. The only movement was that of the automated cameras focusing on the still lit forges. Muka slammed onto the top of the building, posing with his wings spread wide.

"Looks like I am the winner! The true Godking! All of those pathetic humans can't even show up to this event only shows how pitiful they truly are."

He let out a roar as to prove his dominance over his new found domain. He was positive that no one would challenge him for years to come.

In the parking lot outside the forge, Rayner stood frozen half way out of his truck, staring at the rooftop, face frozen in an expression 2 parts '*I'm getting too old for this s**t*' and one part '[********]'. The scarred man squinted, as if willing it to vanish, like it being a vivid hallucination would somehow be a good thing, finding himself fidgeting nervously when it did not, digging into his pockets as he let the occasional fat raindrop smack him on the head, door closing behind him as he took out a pack of cigs and a lighter, holding it up to his face as he set the tip glowing-

And immediately watched the buffeting winds snuff it.

Not to be deterred, he tried it again, and a third time, to no avail, before the man stuffed it all back in his pocket, cursing wildly under his breath as he yanked his car door back open, hovering about to get back inside taking a long, deeeeeeep breath, and pulled a little flask out from between the front seats before slamming the door.

If he was going into a building with a giant a** goddamned lizard squatting on the roof, he was damned well gonna have something go his way first. After taking a drink entirely too long to be called a sip for courage, he started storming toward the building, dedicatedly NOT looking at the crowing bag of scales on the roof, fiddling with his lighter still as he stormed in, not because he was nervous or twitchy or anything, just DEFINITELY because he liked to play with the thing, wondering who the hell had written the rule that every time he went to a place of metal casting there would have to be a giant flipping clawed monster waiting for him. Last time this nonsense had happened, he'd gotten his most prominent facial scars. The long overcoat whipped around his legs, battering at the backs of his knees and thighs, making for a nice distraction- and he even held one arm way up, flipping the bird skyward without looking as he neared the front doors, taking a deep breath as he dragged one open against the winds, walking into the forge and letting it slam behind him, the echoing click of it sealing following a few moments after, muffling the howling of the wind outside.

He looked up for a moment, half expecting the roof to cave in on his head under the weight he couldn't have possibly imagined it had been built with in mind- but after a few moments, he decided it must have been after all.

Well. Not like it was the least likely ******** thing to happen around these parts, he supposed.

The oppressive heat slowly settling in, the room as a whole rather warm, and the rhythmic echoing blows of the mechanical hammers at the other end of the room were actually comforting, in comparison, and after a moment he strolled his way in, peeling the large coat off one shoulder, then the other, half-sitting onto an anvil as he shook it out and started rolling the thing up, looking around the room as he dug that lighter out again, finally lighting his smoke and taking one long, deep breath as he looked around the room to make sure there wouldn't be anymore overgrown reptiles in here.

Jay sighed heavily as Skittles brought her into view of the site of her ... Battle? Dark brown eyes fixated on the big a** dragon awaiting her arrival.... "You have to be kidding...". Of course there had to be something else right?

"Couldn't just have it be a normal fight.... NOOooOO you brought a ******** dragon in..."

Grinding her teeth in frustration as skittles landed and stood rigid beneath her, he was not impressed either it seemed. Then again he had less fun with dragons seeing as often they wanted to eat his regal feathery face. Jay dismounted, almost dwarfed by the size of her now fully matured Gryphon. His stunning black and white body was extremely rare in his kind, yet his attitude of being holier than thou was pretty common.

Lowering his head to Jay's height he allowed her the privilege of scratching him under his chin and smoothing over the feathers of his cheeks. He totally did not enjoy being fussed over...

Jay smiled before turning away and walking towards the forge. Doing her best not to lose her s**t and go for the dragon, she didn't hate them... as much as other people, however their scales brought her a decent income when she was able to attain them.

It also happened her 'gift' made it easier for her to harvest them without having to kill the beast first.

Pulling down the ornate mask so it covered the top of her face, the dark grey and brown wolf pelt flowing down to her lower back while the ears stayed erect on her head. She knew 'he' would be here... But whether he recognized her or not was another matter, apparently enough time has passed for him to become a real man now.

Finally the woman moved into the work room, the heat was like a wave washing over her body, instantly bringing flash backs of the god forsaken volcano planet and the under pompei arenas she had been forced into in the past....

**Jay

Did

Not

Like

Heat**

Pupils shrank as her breathing seemed to even out although anyone who looked at her might think she was about to fly off the handle with how her muscles were tense and the lips were curled into a vicious smile. Almost oblivious to the other person in the room Jay would begin to laugh at the irony, the noise of the works helped to drown out the manic laughter... Yet there would be something unsettling about it all.

Gods help who ever chose to face the woman in this state.