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The rush of the water crashing against the soft sands of the beach helped to build the sound of the flowing tide against the island. Every beat, every wave, every single movement of the salted water that bent around the small spot of land showed where this place was, and yet the queen of this island, the blue and yellow dragoness that usually rested on her throne was missing. Usually she sat there and waited for the correct time to host the next fight, but this match was the last bout of this round of the tournament, it was the last struggle before the semi-finals were to start. With this there was no sitting around and waiting, there was no relaxing and allowing the time to tick away with her watching the waves like she normally did. No, she had to be active. The last couple matches had hidden the fighters, drove them away to fight on their own in more natural settings that they would then come out of with one of them standing tall and the other being pulled along, but this couldn't be like that. Those matches were great for the individual fighters, but terrible for those wanting to see who was going to win. Instead this time she needed to put on a good show, she needed to make this match remembered because it was the final match of this round. If nothing else it was the match that they were going to be talking about while he next set of fights were prepared. The two fighters that were left for it were selected just for this, to be a topic point, to prompt discussion while at the same time finishing the debate of which between them would come out on top.

This hostess, this island queen moved along her roads, walking in careful stride to pass between each person. Her island was large enough, housing many of the environments that existed out in the real world. It had oceans, It had beaches, but it also had jungles, woods, a temple, mountains, even a volcano. What she needed was none of those things, this blue dragoness taking her steps carefully as those that spotted her began to follow along. Many of them were unhappy about the fact that the last matches had been hidden away, but this time she was going to show the full fight, give the people what they wanted and end this match in style. Sumethil wanted to finish off the round of bouts with a fight that the girls would be talking about until the next round started, one that would show spectacular settings and amazing strengths. There were only two people that could perform what she wanted and this hostess had been saving them both for this very fight. Similar but different, equally skilled in two different ways so that nobody could fully know which among them was going to come out on top of the others. Now she was simply waiting to see what kind of environment to settle them into, a landscape as brutal to the fighters as they would be to each other.

It was when she pulled her way over the edge of a mountain edge that she'd find the land that she was looking for. Normally a desert on an island is nearly impossible, but in this case the active magma of the volcano had poisoned and heated the sands of this area. It kept the sand hot, too hot for anything to grow, but not hot enough to crack the soil itself. Wind, overtime, being responsible for carving the rocks that existed here into a very fine sand. This would be the perfect spot for the two to do battle, it would be the absolute perfect place to show the dangers of her island in total. So far most of them had been lucky, the island housing many dark places that could prove fatal and so far she'd had her fighters combat one another in each of those places. This one was just as brutal, threatening to burn the feet of those that came about it, the hot sun finding no rest here like one would expect from the cool sea breeze and instead having to face a heat coming down from over them as well as up from underneath. Was it deadly? Possibly, but these were professional fighters and she trusted that the girls that she brought here would be more than capable of handling themselves no matter what kind of environment that she took them to.

With the others stepping forth to view where they'd been lead to, most would stop short, looking over the hot sand and complete change over what they were used to seeing on this island. A few had already discovered this place, but kept silent while moving to take a seat at the rocks and shaded areas, attempting to get away from at least some of that heat so that the fight could start. Sumethil had been saving this place for the right fight, wanting to surprise them with it, and quite a few were very surprised that such a place existed at all, but more surprised that the hostess would try to use it as one of their battlefields. An interesting point for them to take in while they sought comfort as the two fighters that remained in this round stepped forward to be called by their eager hostess.

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The easy smile from the blue hostess shown through even while the two stepped forward. Her happy grin showed that this dragoness was fully satisfied with herself thanks to the location she'd found to do this kind of battle. Eventually it was going to come into place, but this was the perfect location to finish off this round and let the two do battle against the other in a location that the others might very well come to fear after this fight. She wasn't about to stall, either, she wanted to get this battle started and while the burning sands stung against the soles of her feet she showed her discipline, her ability to take on these kinds of environmental dangers while she stood tall, proud, and a true mistress of her terrain. Her hands lifting to those that had gathered, both the two that had stepped forward as well as the ones that were resting in the shade and rocks alike, drawing their attention directly to herself while their gracious hostess spoke clearly towards the others.

"Ladies," She called out easily, her breath falling as they turned their eyes all to her at once, "Today we'll be closing out this round of the tournament and we have a great treat to show you all. The burning sands of this island to help beat down the two that have come to fight you here today. Complete opposites fighting for your pleasure, and their own. Today we get to see white and blue take on black and red, nimble agility fight enduring strength. The quick and intelligent tactician Hilla battling the tough and well toned Cameela. Ladies, this is the final match of this round before the semi-finals. Only one of you are going to be able to move on. Which one will it be?"

With that cliff hanger the two had already stepped forward, Cameela's soft black scaled smile showing her toothy grin past the dark existence of her face. The fin that rested on the top of her head almost glowed thanks to the standing color of red that laced within the fin itself. Her crimson hair draping down over her shoulders while she stood ready for this fight. The two already knew that they were going to be fighting, that much was clear from the start thanks to the simple fact that they were the only ones left. Such a mystery was for people that simply failed to pay attention. When it came to these two, however, not paying attention wasn't something that they could truly afford. Even Hilla was eager to get this fight done, wanting to see herself move on to the next round and eventually stand over her sisters with the pride of having won their little annual tournament. That didn't mean that such a dream would be easy, though, the white dragoness knew that she had a long way to go in order to see light in that plan and Cameela was not about to make such a thing easy either.

The two would be here to test one another and with that signal to start they were not going to be holding anything back. Their movements burst into motion, but the more they moved the hotter the sand seemed to get. Normally someone can stand in hot sand and eventually their own shadow will cool the ground rock to make it capable of being stood in, but here the heat came from underneath, no such tactic would work here and this left the two girls moving constantly, forcing them to stay on their toes, and while the black dragoness had a layer of two of muscle more than the white creature that wouldn't do her any good if they were constantly moving about. No, the best tactic here would be to try for pins, for the opponent to be planted in the ground for as long as she was able to muster so that one of them would suffer more damage and be worn down faster. That was the true tactic here, and one that they had both already figured. The real question came in when they realized such a strategy would simply not be as easy as either of them would like for it to be.

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Her normal tactic was to allow the opponent to come to her, allowing her stronger fighter to wear herself out before landing her clear and decisive strikes, but this wasn't the case in that. While she moved quickly back and forth over the burning sand the white dragoness knew that she wasn't going to be able to stand still for a long time thanks to the heat of the sand. In most cases dealing with hot sand was easy. All you have to do is stand still and the shadow of your body will cool the sand, but this was heated from underneath and neither of them was going to receive that kind of break. If she was going to have to move anyway then Hilla was going to make the first attack, having already figured out an interesting enough strategy for trying to take Cameela down. Oh, Hilla had dealt with the likes of her black scaled brethren before, but this time it was different, she couldn't just stand still and dodge the strikes over and over, she needed to be on the offensive this time, she needed to keep her feet off of that sand as much as possible in order to keep from having her soles cooked from under her.

The fast blur of white showed off how quick this white dragoness was capable of being, already having formulated a plan against the stronger and slightly taller opponent. She wasn't weak by any means, having worked out well in preparation for this and other tournaments, but even as she closed in the dragoness could see those black fists raise, preparing themselves to block and parry attacks in order to land those dark knuckles against white scales. Hilla darted in fast, her movement taking her low towards Cameela's side as she moved to arch up with a fast swinging blow towards the black dragon's awaiting chest. As expected the dragoness felt the white fist smash into her side, forcing her to step sideways, but it wasn't a grunt that followed, the feeling of the attack forced Cameela to chuckle, the red fin on top of her head moving to lay flat for a second before her arm fully locked around the elbow of the white arm that had hit her. It was that other black hand, though, that Hilla had to worry about, the sudden and quick movement of the swinging knuckle smashing downward quickly and forcing the white dragoness's face to the side, not once, not twice, but three times before the limp dragoness collapsed to the ground. She wasn't out, not at all, but those blows had taken quite a bit out of her. A spit of blood sizzling into the hot sand as it sunk in and Hilla snarled out at the black opponent, turning her head upward towards her to see that black beast already standing over her downed body.

The head against her arms and body as she rested here was relieved when the black hand reached down for her body, causing her to twist in the sands and catch the black hand by the wrist so that she could move her legs, aiming for a fast and hard kick to the inside of the knee, forcing Cameela to buckle her leg down into the hot ground as well. With the lack of balance overtaking the dark dragoness Hilla had the opportunity to roll her over onto her back, coming to rest on top of her with hands gripping those dark cheeks in order to keep the side of that face pressed against the already steaming ground. It wasn't hot enough to burn them, but it was more than hot enough to cook their skin on the surface. Cameela could feel the hot sand seem to grow hotter the more she was pressed against it, those black arms reached up to ball into hammering fists that would then smash against those white elbows, forcing Hilla downward until the black dragoness lifted her head up in a hard headbutt to daze the white dragoness and watch her pale body crumble down into the sand while. The white dragoness gripped her face clearly, holding herself as a sting of pain raced through her face. A few kicks allowing her white body to draw some distance before the two worked to get back onto their feet.

The smirk that ran across the face of the black dragoness showed her already stepping her way closer to the white creature, the swelling of bruising on her face already starting to show itself well. So far the only one that had taken a beating in this fight had been Hilla, but she'd done some damage under that black face. The burns didn't show well thanks to the scale color, but their cracking and chipping did show off that the damage was there. This sand was hot, and it was an incredibly effective weapon. Every sizzling step drew them closer to one another once again, the white hand coming up defensively this time and with Cameela throwing the first punch this time she'd find that the white creature had dodged to the side, just as expected from such a nimble fighter. The white body moving to the left in order to avoid that right fist coming in quickly, which put that outstretched out right arm between her and the black brawler. White arms reached up quickly, moving to wrap around that black limb and with a twist of her body she'd pull on Cameela's shoulder, jerking her body off balance and that twist lead to the darker dragoness to be brought forward and down onto the burning sand again. Quickly, Cameela tried to get up, her body jerking at the sudden heat and the hot feeling, but Hilla was already coming down and with a fast strike to the brim of the black nose it forced that red haired clad head back into the sand's hot surface. The fast moving fist didn't hit as hard as the black dragon's, but that didn't mean that it was light and as that fist came down with lightening speed the dragoness would feel her head jerked back quickly, forcing it down further into that sand that had already started to burn into her back.

The heat from the sand effected Cameela far more than her white fellow scaled creature. Being a black dragoness she absorbed quite a bit more of this heat than Hilla did. The feeling of the hot sands burning away at her scales wasn't something she was unused to, heat always being something that she dealt with near constantly, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. The pain of the burns still soaking into her body, drying out her scales and even forcing some of them to peal back while she struggled to get back to her feet again. The feeling of hands pressing down on her face once again and driving the side of her skull to again bake against the sands forced her to quick and cry out loudly. Her fingers moving in to press against the white creature, trying to force her off of her while the stronger dark scaled girl strove to sit up despite the weight pressed down on her. Finally, it was that tail that whipped up and around Hilla's throat, forcing her backwards and changing that point of weight, allowing Cameela to finally sit up slowly only long enough to release her neck from the tail and then scoop her arm around the backside of Hilla's head pulling her down so that the pail face would be under that black dragon shoulder, pulling up into somewhat of an under-armed choke hold before using her own muscular weight to pull that white dragoness forward was she laid back again. This forced Hilla's face straight down into the sand, they'd both feel the pain of the hot ground, but where Cameela was somewhat used to it, Hilla wasn't and with a loud scream she'd push and squirm against it, her tail whipping side to side in the air with jerkish movements while the hot pain coursed through her face.

It was time for the black brawler to teach this little white fighter a true lesson. The dark dragoness holding her squirming and thriving body by the head. Even with the heat of the sand under her still scorching her back she felt that the pain was worth it with the muffled cries of the white dragoness set face first in that same sand. It drew an easy grin into her lips, making her want all the more to put Hilla down in this tournament. When she'd finally release the white head her opponent would immediately pull back only to feel the harsh shove of the black creature under her, forcing her onto her back and leaving her squirming to get up again. Once again Cameela was up first, her movement coming to tower over the still rising pale fighter. It was with a swift kick to the chest that Hilla would be planted onto her back once more but this time with a foot firmly pressed down, trapping the white dragoness against the hot and blistering sand. Hilla worked quick, moving her own legs, but with every kick she made it caused the black brawler to chuckle deeply and only shake her head to the slightly smaller white creature. A predicable move, and one that she wasn't going to fall for again.

As she held those legs firmly in her grip, even moving to drag Hilla's body with them so that she could make sure to keep the whimpering girl pressed down into the heated ground her tail moved easily, whipping against that also heated slit, sliding up along it to test that lower area for a damp entry. The white dragoness still worked to squirm here, trying to get up, but also trying to stay in this fight. Spread between the two her hand came down to her own cunny, guarding it the best she could while her other elbow tried to give her already reddening back some relief from the burning sands. The longer she rested there the hotter they seemed to get thanks to that magma flow close to the surface enough to cause this volcano made desert to function on this island. That hand did well to block her easy strokes, but the fluids that now dripped from that tail tip was all that Cameela needed in order to know what progress these two had made against one another.

With an easy motion of her now dampened tail the black dragoness moved that tip along the sands, feeling their heat soak into the tail tip, but also a gathering of the sand clinging to the wet surface. It was cruel, but after having to roll around on that hot sand like she had been it was Cameela's opinion that Hilla deserved to suffer a little bit more than some surface burns. The wetness cooled the sand against her tail, but it wasn't the heat that she wanted to force this girl to deal with. As she lifted that pinning foot just long could to step down on the white dragoness's shoulder this dark fighter would move the hand out of the way so that her sand encrusted tail tip would spear straight and true into the white cunny, spreading it quickly with it's grinding force. The sound of Hilla's body arching with a deep and loud scream of pain echoed into the sky, even the arching of her back giving her some relief from the heat, but her attention wasn't on that anymore, instead it was on the feeling of the wide tail pushing ground rock against her heated and juicy walls.

Eyes wide and mouth open she fought to stand, her hand working to lock around that ankle as the pain inside of her coursed with a deep burning, not due to heat, but due to shear pain from the sand rubbing back and forth against her tunnel thanks to that tail. It forced her own tail to whip back and forth, slamming against the sand over and over, but in time the harsh rub that she was receiving faded away and soon it was just that tail passing along her body. Her hips rocking back against it, her body working to try and get it out, but without being able to remove that foot from her shoulder there was nowhere for her to be able to go. More and more of that tail filled, her made her shake and quiver at the sensation of being filled. Her large white breasts shaking into the air with her own struggles as her panting breath worked to match the very rhythm of the tail tearing into her figure. Finally, her eyes would fold back, her body arching and her toes curling with that tail tip hitting her back wall, the end of her tunnel, knocking on the door to deeper entrance to be allowed in. It wouldn't need to enter any deeper though, the tightness of those fleshy walls gripping far tighter at the tail that pumped back and forth against her. That wetness being ripped from the heated slit and with a final call of pleasure the feeling of a hard rush of fluid gushing out around the tail, soaking both it and the sand underneath.

For a second the sand grew cool, the sound of a hissing steam rising up and then that hissing faded into a calm awaiting heat. Cameela took this as a sign to lift her foot from the white dragoness, smirking down at her as her tail was finally pulled free. A hand reaching down to help Hilla up but quickly the pale palm slapped it away. The white dragoness didn't want the help up, not after the painful rub burn that she'd suffered with the sand that was forced into her. As she crawled her way to her feet those shaking legs would find her about to tumble back down only to feel the hands of the black dragoness wrap around her waist. She might not want Cameela's help, but the black brawler wasn't about to just leave Hilla here to suffer in this sand. Cameela didn't regret her decisions, her tactics, even she had to agree that it was cruel, but she wasn't about to say that it was unwarranted given now long she was going to have to bath in the cool ocean tide just to get her scales back to normal again. Despite this, the match was over, the winner was the black and red dragoness, the person that would be moving on to the semi-finals, and with her victory the round ended, those who were gathered backing away while the two opposite colored dragons made their way back to the beach to find somewhere cool to rest their burnt soles.