AN: Been a bit since I've been able to work on this story, but action scenes are exhausting for me to write, and I didn't have the mental capacity to tackle something like this while I was worrying about finals. Felt nice to get back to this. Hopefully I can finish this fight before my winter break ends.

Walrus Ghost: Their powers are something I'll get to eventually. Pretty friggin soon in at least one case.

Skully13: You'd think so, but no, that's actually part of Super Geon's move set. And one of the main reasons I decided to use him for the first big fight was because I really wanted a chance to write about that bit of ridiculousness, hehe.

guest: It'll come into play eventually. Stories escalate over time.

Tornado man: I'm implying no such thing, and people who know me are probably cackling at the thought that I'd be capable of writing a story without squeezing in some Loricoln. Hell, I wrote a fanfic of a fanfic just to add some Loricoln to it. To be fair, I don't know when Lori will come into play at this time, but I'm a compulsive Loricoln shipper. It'll happen eventually.

Guest99: Such are the woes of anyone who's had to work under someone else's budget.

Normalcy had been a very tenuous concept for Lynn Loud. Most days began with her eating a breakfast consisting of matter that was optimistically deemed to be "cereal" from a bowl the size of a small pool, casually jogging across her home state and back in the time it took most people to commute to school or work, and then going on to accomplish ten or so more seemingly impossible things before the day was over. And that wasn't even taking into account the complicated romantic relationship she and roughly half of her sisters had cultivated with their brother, which somehow predated what currently passed for normal for her.

Even so, brawling with a giant, swash-buckling lizard was still pretty high on her Weird-Ometer.

"Hrrrrng," Lynn grunted as she darted out of the way of the very large horn that was being jabbed in her direction, only to just barely avoid being skewered on the very same horn, which had somehow materialized in the space she'd been dodging into. Exercising every ounce of the considerable muscle control she possessed, she managed to instead throw herself backward, kicking up a considerable amount of dirt as she dug her heels in and skidded to a halt.

Seemingly unconcerned with its attack having been foiled, Geon tucked its arm close to its body, keeping its improvised weapon between the two of them. Being reptilian, he was not possessed of lips, but Lynn still got the distinct impression that he was smirking at her. And the thought of that enraged her!

"Laugh it up, Scales!" She barked as she clenched her fists. "Because I'm going to make you eat that stupid horn!"

In response, Geon raised its free arm, and sharply curled it's claws digits at her. No words were used, but the message was clear.

"Bring it!" Said the beast, baring its teeth in anticipation.

Lynn exploded forward, her powerful legs carrying her with the force of a runaway freight train. It only seemed reckless because it was, but their previous clash had allowed her to take her opponent's measure under this new fighting style it was employing, and now she was reasonably sure she knew how to counter it. Whether she could actually implement that stratagem...well, there was only one way to find out for sure…

The kaiju readied itself as she barreled towards it, undoubtedly calculating, just as Lynn was, when and where Lynn would enter its strike zone. For her part, she'd already picked the exact point where she'd spring her attack, all she needed to do was actually get there.

And then the kaiju surprised her yet again. This time, by moving.

In a single, smooth motion, Geon kicked off its back foot and slid forward, precious meters that had lain between the pair devoured in an instant as it flung itself toward Lynn, its sword arm blurring as it slid its weapon home, a strike that would have ended the duel in a single blow...had it landed!

In the span between the heartbeats with which Lynn had to react to the unexpected movement, the super-powered athlete surrendered to her instincts and intuition. She'd fought the beast, she knew in her head how this needed to go. The question was whether her body could keep up.

Seeing the personification of her end coming quite literally straight at her, long, durable, and impossibly sharp, Lynn hunkered down, flung her right elbow out, and threw herself into a short, tight spin, the entire affair executing in such quick succession that Lynn herself was unable to know whether or not she'd survived the maneuver until the air exploded with concussive force as Geon's strike terminated, greedily plunging into the space that would have contained a Lynn, had her maneuver not shifted her out of the way.

Reality itself seemed to hang as the universe attempted to process this rather abrupt change in plans, this timeline in which Lynn Loud was not skewered on the end of the creature's horn, something that Lynn herself was still trying to come to grips with. But though her mind was catching up, her body knew what to do, just as it always had.

She kept on running.

The flow of time resumed as both combatants, each in their own way, finished internalizing the fact that Lynn had managed to avoid being kebab'd, but throughout the entirety of that short-lived eternity, Lynn's legs had continued pumping, driving her closer and closer to her target, and with her mental faculties restored Lynn was able to redouble her efforts, sprinting even harder as her window of opportunity opened.

Geon, for its part, reacted accordingly, flinging its arm out and swinging at the red and brunette blur that was rapidly bearing down upon him, trying to salvage what remained of its advantage in reach, but the damage had already been done. And no being, however cunning, could ever account for the sheer Lynnsanity that Lynn Loud was capable of bringing to bear.

Seeing the horn descending upon her, Lynn dropped to her knees, sliding underneath it in what likely counted as the world's most dangerous game of limbo, then clambered to her feet and threw herself upward, harnessing every ounce of momentum she had remaining to very briefly grant her titanic body the all too fleeting gift of flight.

Again, reality seemed to need a breather as Lynn hung in midair, sailing toward her opponent with all the grace of a meteor. Rules were checked, referees were called, feelings were hurt, but ultimately the powers that be allowed the matter to continue playing out, because what had been set into motion was simply too awesome to be cut short.

Time resumed.

"CHOKE ON IT!" Lynn roared, as she landed a flying drop kick dead center into the sword-wielding dragon's chest.

Looking back on that moment, Lynn would be profoundly disappointed that she hadn't been able to nail Geon a little higher, preferably right in what passed for its windpipe. Really add some umpf to her one-liner.

Still, the results were impressive as they were. The creature was flung backward, visibly balking, its eyes wide with shock as enough force to qualify as a low-level extinction event detonated directly on its person. Bottom heavy as its body structure was it did not topple, but the deep gashes its clawed feet rent in the earth as it slid to a stop were a testament to just how much power Lynn had quite literally brought down upon it. This was a beast that had casually shrugged off swathes of high-grade military ordinance, in its previous outing, and had somehow come back even stronger. And thanks to Lynn's reckless, utterly insane attack, it was doubled over, struggling. Pained.

Lynn would have crowed in triumph were she able, likely something about how the beast could bleed, metaphorically speaking. Unfortunately, the recklessness with which she'd launched her attack, effective though it had turned out to be, cut both ways, and the Loud giantess was currently lying in a crater of her own making, dazed and mildly concussed from gravity's petty revenge. Hurt though it may have been, Geon was still standing, and upon realizing this, it gathered its strength and began stalking towards its fallen opponent, fangs bared and eyes flashing with vindictive fury.

But barely had it managed three, halting strides when it was abruptly yanked backwards by a powerful force. Not having skin made it difficult for the kaiju to convey any expression that wasn't some shade of rage, but as it slid in the opposite direction of the one in which it had attempted to locomote, the expression that adorned its face was very palpably one of confusion.

"I'm questioning the wisdom of this part of the plan!" Sam grunted as she tugged mightily on the enormous, scaly tail she was currently gripping, her muscles straining as she attempted to overpower something that weighed a great many times her own considerable...no, no that wasn't something she was going to dwell upon, especially in a situation this hectic.

"Dddddddoooooo yyyyyooooooouuuuu have a better idea?" Luna growled, her voice similarly strained as she yanked at the appendage along with her girlfriend, the pair only managing to accomplish the seemingly impossible feat of strength of actually moving the thing by working in tandem.

"I don't," Sam admitted, trusting that the accompanying shrug was implied, as her arms, which felt like they were on fire, did not currently possess that capacity. "But…"

She trailed off as she suddenly ran out of tail, the appendage suddenly terminating at a solid wall of scales. Against her better judgment, she craned her neck upwards...and found herself staring into the very confused looking face of Geon.

"But what, babe?"

The beast looked at her while she was looking at it, and its eyes narrowed, confusion giving way to anger, which in turn gave way to...even angrier…!

"Scratch that, I do," Sam yelped "Literally anything than what we're doing right now!"

"The hell? What do you…"

Sam wasn't able to see her partner, but she heard the loud, nervous gulp that had cut off the brunette's response.

"Oh," Said Luna. "Thaaaaat's why…."

The air exploded as Geon let out a roar of outrage, dug its claws into the ground, and with a sharp shake of its hips—

SHOOM!

—sent the two girls flying into the air.

...Well, "flying" was a bit of an exaggeration. Large though it may have been, Geon's tail was being weighed down by not one, but two girls who qualified as gigantic in their own right. And while it was quite powerful, essentially being one gigantic muscle, the all too human response to being flung off one's feet is to try and grab the nearest, sturdiest thing, and hold on for dear life. And in this particular case, that nearest thing just so happened to be...that same tail.

"WAAAAAAGH!"

So they did not in fact fly, but were instead being given a really good shaking as Geon thrashed back and forth, furiously trying shake the pair free.

"I'm regretting this now!" Sam wailed between terrified screams, her stomach twisting into knots as she was subjected to a degree of turbulence that her transformation had ensured was all but impossible.

"What took you so long?" Luna shouted back, a slight retch that followed indicating that her girlfriend wasn't handling the ordeal too well herself. Sam didn't really have the presence of mind to respond, or to do anything beyond simply hold on for dear life and scream her lungs out when circumstances permitted.

Which was why she very nearly missed the next development in their situation. It was but mere happenstance that she just happened to be looking in the right direction as Geon's tail hit the apex of its swing, that she was able to properly catch a glimpse of the kaiju.

Specifically, of it hefting the horn that it had until now been wielding as a weapon up above its shoulder, its eyes lidded, its forked tongue flitting across its scaly lips as if concentrating. It took her a moment of terror stricken reflection to remember why that stance seemed to familiar, but finally, it hit her.

It looked a lot like Lynn did, whenever she was preparing to throw a…

"Oh!" Sam exclaimed, her eyes widening in realization. "SHI—!"

The beast's arm snapped forward, launching the improvised weapon turned improvised missile. And as it spiraled through the air, heading straight at the blonde, there seemed to be only one way to avoid being skewered.

She let go.

Sam...exhaled, as she immediately began to plummet, not able to muster actual relief, but definitely something close to it as she horn sped past her, missing her by degrees that were entirely too close to her liking. And it was during her descent that she locked gazes with Geon for the second seemed...satisfied.

It was only as she tried to puzzle out why this might be, that Sam realized she was no longer anchored to anything. And then Geon roared triumphantly as it twirled in place—

WHAM

—and delivered a mighty, and impressively accurate right into Sam's center of mass, launching her into the distance.

As the world spun around Sam, her battered body soaring gracefully through the air, a thought crossed her impact-addled brain.

"I think I can see my house from up here."