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"Let make this clear." Mark growled back at her sister, eager to begin. "If I win, you stop looking down at me like I am some sort of inferior being. Plus, I want to keep Aeron and I will keep him for as long as I please. Time to stop telling me what I should and shouldn't do, sis. I am not a baby."
Mia could feel Aeron squeeze her wrist. "He said it not me." He quickly defended himself. "T-though...if we prove it to you...I mean if we can prove we can do good together...maybe we could stay bonded."
"Oh don't worry Aeron. Unlike my sis here. I ain't scared to admit I might need a helping hand from time to time." Mark stated with a devious grin on his muzzle. Another jab at her being saved by the Aigan. The purple dragon let out a liberatory roar.
"Oh MAN! I am SO ready!" Mark happily growled, bouncing on the spot. He sure had alot more energy than usual. Perhaps Mia was underestimating was an Aigan Hybrid could do if the host was willingly accepting and giving in into the fusion.
"J-just try not to get me killed please...please? Both of you?" Aeron was basically pleading for his life right now.
Mia resisted the urge to rip Aeron off of her just incase there was some cheap trick Mark could make it pull, but if it was just for communication she could let it slide. Helped make sure the two couldn't pull any tricks under her nose either.
With the continued temptation to punch her brother in the face, she flinched a little at the idea she looked down on him. No. No. Bitch she constantly tried to help you get stronger and half the time you were the one who wussed out. Fine. You thought your 100% was enough? You were gonna keep throwing this in her face? She'd be happy to put you in your place.
Throwing her hands back, an eruption of flame formed behind her, and out of the smoke Mia had launched herself forward, her scaled fist rearing back and coming down hard to strike her brother across his slimy jaw.
To both her and Mark's surprise, the purple dragon caught the fist with his left hand and stopped it easily. The shockwave of the hit wafted around them, sending the sand flying. The Aigan hybrid had slid a few inches backwards but his claws had provided him with sufficient traction to stop.
Meanwhile, Mark was euphoric. "Well well..." he mumbled, attempting to pull on Mia's hand to deliver a swift clawed kick to the gut.
In all of this, a very scared Aeron was nervously shifting around Mark and even more nervously shifting around Mia's wrist.
"There. You have your one on one power scaling answer. Can we stop now? Please? Pretty please?"
Still feeling just how much the other dragon had been knocked back, while Mia was still filled with competitive rage to put him back in his place after his cheeky, cocky words, the blonde wasn’t about to count her chickens before they hatched either. Supposedly this thing thought it could bring out 100 percent in anyone? Well it’s a good thing she never kept him around, cause she was already there!
Taking the clawed hand to the gut, Mia coughed up a lung full of air from the impact, typically the type to leave herself open with how much she focused on her offense. Still, she grit her teeth quickly enough, feeling the wriggling on her wrist and chuckling as she kicked off back and away from her brother.
“You wanted to give him a power boost? This is what it means. Him getting in over his head!”
Rearing her head back, Mia took a deep breath, a magical circle appearing briefly infront of her face before she reared back down, blowing out a flamethrower-esque torrent of fire towards her brother. Even if he were to avoid it, she’d rush in through her own flames, leaping to meet him again and trying to strike him in a blind spot created by the fire.
Mark had to think fast. Straight power, Mia is still superior. In everything else though, he would be the one with the upper hand. Kicking a decent amount of sand up in the air, he used it as a temporary shield to stop the hot flames from getting to close. He Could manage an evasive jump to the left just as the fire vitrified the san he had used to shield himseld. What he wasn't able to do was to avoid the other punch from her sister, which hit him square in the face and sent him flying backwards a fair bit.
Falling and rooling and draggong onto the sand, he came to a stop a good few meters away from the opponent, trying to slowly stand back up. Thankfully, all the adrenaline pumping inside his body and Aeron's help, he was able to shrug off the stinging pain of the rather heavy hit.
"T-that hurts..." He heard Aeron whine. "Can we stop now?" He pleaded his host.
"Aeron...if we stop...we're done." Mark replied, getting on his knees. "I am not letting her win this time. You want to stay with me, don't you?"
Aeron kept quiet, but Mark could guess his answer by the way the aigan squirmed and tightened further on him. "Then, you gotta stop whining like a little bitch and focus. We need to do this together. You and me. Okay?"
"...okay fine." the Aigan replied. He was a little worried this could end badly for Mark. Mia didn't seem to be holding back not even by a little. He wondered if it was a thing coming from dragonic blood, that unyielding rage that can make you kill your siblings. "Good. Now..." Mark recalled his partner's attention to himself. "is there a way to push more juice outta us?"
The symbiote hummed lightly as Mark hopped back on his claws, his muscles buffing up slightly once again. "Well...there could be a thing I could do, but it is very very dangerous. I never tried it with anyone and I don't want to hurt you."
"No pain no gain Aeron. We can't take another of those hits. If she gets us another time we're done."
The aigan cringed slightly. He didn't want to do this, but Mark was so insistent. "Right Right. Okay. I can give you ONE shot. That's it. One single shot. You have to make it work. Anything else and we would be seriously hurting ourselves."
With the punch delivered, Mia decided she wasn’t gonna be listening in any more. She wasn’t gaining any advantage from it, and really, all it did was give them access to her head too. From what she could tell from how Mark reacted to the slime, talking back to it with your head was possible, and he’d even said before he could dig around in her head given the chance, even doing it when she was thinking of Mark earlier.
Yeah, she wasn’t gonna let him in her head.
Ripping the slime band off her wrist, the blonde was oblivious to this secret shot they were planning, rolling back her shoulders, a puff of sand from the ruff motion coming off of her from how much sand Mark had kicked up when he was last launched. Her scales travelled further up her forearms and coated over her elbows, her human teeth replaced by sharp draconic fangs.
“You wanna cheat to get on top of me brother? Fine. You do you. Just make sure you can put your money where your mouth is.” She’d never kill him, but hearing that little shit mouth off that he could beat her now? She wouldn’t have it. He wanted to insult her to her face like that, to imply because of some gooball he had enough to take her? He had another thing coming the dip-wad.
"THIS AIN'T CHEATING!" Mark barked back. "BUT SURE COME AT ME!"
Oh she had done it now. One thing was always beating him up and acting all tough and all mighty. Another thing was accuse him of cheating. Having Aeron heling him wasn't cheating. She was just too cocky to see when she needed help. Too stubborn to accept that you can't do things alone all the time. He knew. He tried that and failed. But this time, he wasn't going to let her sister get the best of him. He wouldn't let her win this time. Now that he had Aeron with him, he seriously had a shot in putting a dent into Mia's perfect win record.
As Aeron told him, having the Aigan latch around his heart felt incredibly uncomfortable. It was like someone was tring to push into a very constricted space. With one hand holding his chest, Mark readied up for whatever was coming. "H-hey are you done?"
“Oh yeeeeah. Cause when a wrestler gets into a ring expecting a one on one fight, it’s totally fucking fair when they’re suddenly tag teamed, or facing a dick head who thought steroids where a good idea.” She narrowed her eyes with a glare, puffy steam out of her lungs almost with the rage building up in here from the battle frenzy. “Look, I am fine with help when I need it. I am FINE fighting alongside someone. What I am not fine with is letting something else possibly be the cause of my personal victories, so if you wanna share the glory, fine, go ahead, but don’t go thinking you can get ahead of me any time soon with some cheep tricks like that!”
She just…hated it. Fine Mark. You be you and be happy with this power boost you didn’t deserve or earn or work for. You do you, but don’t you dare go rubbing it in her face that you think you’re suddenly the stronger one of the two. Pulling her fists so tight into her palm she popped her knuckles with the pressure of her thumb against her fingers, Mia stuck low and rushed in again, a magic circle rushing over her fore-arm as she coated it in fire, aiming to finish Mark off with a blow to the chest.
Mark took it and went flying, tumbling in the sand somewhat far from his starting position, but not before his own leg ignited in bright purple frames, as he delivered his most powerful kick to date. It took him a few seconds to stand back up, his own flames flickering around his body.
Three large gashes on his chest had ripped through Aeron and the half dragon's skin. Thankfully, it seemed that the Aigan now part of Mark's body was already trying to heal up and close the wound. They still were in a great deal of pain.
"Wrestling...is just a hoax...and if you can't accept what we are, we don't care. I am not leaving Aeron."
Mark fell on his knees, still refusing to give up yet. "This...this is...my only chance at success...you are not...taking this away from me."
The purple dragon struggled to get back up. His entire body was aching madly. He would need way more training before he could even think of actually fighting with Aeron like that. He could feel the Aigan's own pain. Aeron did tell him he could give him only one shot. He didn't think doing it would strain them this much.
On the plus side, he had unlocked his elemental power it seemed. Figured it would be purple flames. Now if he only could muster the strenght to stand back up.
Oh yeah Mark. Cling onto that fact. Don’t pay attention to the actual analogy being made. You keep being a pedantic little shit trying to back up your view rather than facing reality. You were a weakling trying to run their mouth when you didn’t have the shit to back it up, and Mia wasn’t about to have a single drop of it. The kick may have been one hell of a blast to Mia’s side and scraped through her clothes thanks to his new dragon talons, but it certainly left less of a mark than her own strikes given the two layers she managed to rip through.
“It ain’t your only chance. It’s just your easiest chance…” Holding her own wound she walked the distance between them, holding out her free hand as an offer to help him up to his feet. “Think about it Mark. I ain’t exactly got any real advantage over you. I just knew I wanted to fight and crap since I was little…You can succeed you just gotta put the effort in. Not…cheat. Or run your mouth.” She’d back off if he refused the hand up, but while still a little frustrated her own expressions were calming down considerably.
“Seriously bro. You lose. 1 month. You can try and change my mind all ya want, but good luck with that.” She narrowed her eyes a little sighing through her nose. “Just…I wanna see you succeed…just off your own back. Maybe getting a taste of success will actually give you the drive to aim for it for a change…”
Mark seemed reluctant to get help from his sister, but in end Aeron mananged to coerced him into grabbing hold of her hand and get up. With that, his entire body began squirming as his dragonic form melted away. Both him and his partner were to tired to keep such a transformation going. Aeron receeded and turned into a shiny new outfit for Mark to wear, the half dragon boy seemingly enjoying it a whole lot.
Perfectly fitted boots, gloves, shorts and tshirt. All of them in a bright pinkish color, save for some darker highlihts in purple. While his own appereance seemed to return mostly human, Mark eyes retained their glowing green hue. The undeniable proof that he was still merged with the Aigan.
"...is it really the easiest choice though?" He mumbled. "I mean...I don't wanna throw him away. He'd die without someone." The boy stated looking at his pink gloves. "And there is just...so much we can do together! Maybe if we do get some training going..."
"We can definitely improve." Aeron took that moment to chime in, making sure Mark had placed his gloved hand on Mia's shoulder to let her hear what they were saying. "Your sister here might not like us being together all the time and would rather see you independent. Everyone needs to start somewhere, though, and not everyone can do everything alone. Moreover, as I said multiple times, me being part of you doesn't really mean you get more power. I can only draw out what's already there. I can't magically create more power or abilities like that. So, with or without me you still have to train. Especially if you want to be able to take more of those punches...man I'm sore all over!"
Mark's expression looked defeated, but not overly sad. "Maybe we could find a balance..still." He looked up at his sister. "I want to keep Aeron with us. Not for the "power" or anything. If you really want me to be independent, then you should just accept my decision. Even if you don't like it. If you really want me to walk on my own accord, then no do this or do that."
With his hand falling to his side,Mark turned around, wobbly walking towards home. "Man I'm thirsty as hell! We should get something fresh no? Then maybe I should show you to dad too!" He went on his way rambling out loud with Aeron.
“Ugh. Aeron dude is pink all you can manage?” She just wasn’t a fan of the color but…sigh. At least Mark seemed happy with it. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms, still not at all comfortable with how well he was taking to it but…hey ho. It was his new ‘thing’ so she couldn’t shit on it too much. Just had to stand by and watch him enjoy it…for a month at least. Then she’d be allowed to rip Aeron off of him. As much as she was sure Mark might think he’d get strong enough to stop her by then, she was sure as hell she’d get stronger, and in the end, continue to whoop his ass into next week.
The look in his eyes probably felt the most unnerving, but Mia could gaze through it. She had a strong enough sense of will to just put it to the back of her mind.
“Easiest or hardest. What matters is right or wrong.” She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “The thing can survive leeching off a wolf or something, it doesn’t NEED you. So long as we don’t just dump him in the desert he’ll live…heck.” She shot a look through Mark, talking right to Aeron. “Don’t get why he doesn’t just do that. I’m sure some dumb animal wouldn’t try to tear him off like a human might.”
She shot a look to the side then as she heard Aeron in her head, her brain almost blaring with warning signals for him to get the fuck out but they were rapidly suppressed as she realized this was just needed if they were to even bother trying to communicate. She let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes. “Look...you guys can try and convince me of this all you want, but I’m not gonna approve…maybe if we get a dog or a snail or something he can fuse with that when you train too…I dunno. I just want you to succeed off your own merits. Knowing that thing could be boosting your exercise and crap…”
She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her neck, just letting her words hang there with nothing she could really say about it. There really was nothing she could do and with a heavy puff through her nose she just started to head in behind him, maybe even mildly annoyed by the fact she was definitely sure her dad would just find the little symbiote enthralling.
"He says that..." Mark tried to reply, when his clothes changed to a deep shade of purple. "Well, this. Also, he isn't leeching. If anything, I should thank him more. He's the one taking your pummeling right on. Also, he seems pretty sentient to me. Would you like to live your life trapped in a snail? Hell he's having a rough life as is, being forced to appeal to someone else just to get by. You'd sure hate that, but I don't hear him complaining or whining about your bickering on ripping him off of me or all the other killing stuff."
Mark hummed, looking at his glove. "He says you're also hella stubborn. He doesn't boost things. He can't boost things. Also, he said he can hop off me while I train. Still, we're together now."
Mark slammed the entrance door open and walked over to the kitchen to get some water. After that, he and his wagging tail wobbled over to the living room. "Dad! Dad!" he called out. "I have someone really cool that wants to meet you!"
Mia narrowed her eyes at the shift to purple, she supposed it was okay but it seemed borderline cheeky. Ugh. Maybe she was just too frustrated. The thing was trying to please her she really shouldn’t be complaining about it. With a deep breath through her nose she tried to calm down, but it wasn’t easy when the thing, or heck maybe it was ALL Mark at this point tried to equivalate the two of them. They were not the fucking same. One of them was a human person who wasn’t about to dance like a monkey for money. The other was a literal symbiote who had to do…SOMETHING with someone elses body to survive. What the heck was even going on there? Did it suck on nutrients? Mia had no idea and she wasn’t even close to curious enough to ask.
“Oh piss off.” She said dismissively to the slime as she narrowed her eyes. “You want me to cut it down to half a month? I’ll beat your ass again if I need to.” Puffing out flames from her lips this time, she folded her arms tight and sighed…just…calm down. This was happening. Get used to it. Try not to punch your brother. Walking in after him, she watched as Dad sat up out of his recliner, ever with an eager smile to see what had his kids were so excited about.