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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 5
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-24)
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 Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 5:28 pm
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Nothing was really off limits, as such Peyton wasn't surprised by the spit. She jerked, though not quite fast enough to avoid it all, and as that moisture hit her cheek her lips pulled back in a sneer. "You are such a dirty ******** fighter, Jack." it wasn't a complaint, not really. She swiped at the wetness on her cheek with the back of one hand, pale eyes never leaving that coldly handsome face.
The instant her cheek was dry she lashed out at him, viper quick, the dagger in her right hand coming around for a vicious slice across his stomach, that arm crossing across her chest before snapping back as she drove the blade into his side. Digging in against his shield, like she was trying to reach a kidney.
HP: 15
DMG: 10
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 8:01 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-24)
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 7:22 pm
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For once, Peyton was the one who was too slow. The crash landing was anything but graceful, but poise wasn't necessary to keep the upper hand. Jack angled himself to slam as much of himself as he could on her, digging his elbow deep into her gut for both the landing and to push himself up. He had to gain control again and fast.
First the legs were pinned, then her arms. Distantly he heard his sword clatter a second or third time (forgotten in the need to make sure he made Peyton pay for dropping him), and it wasn't so much as a thought than it was an unconscious action, as necessary and unstoppable as a heartbeat, that resummoned it back in his grasp. With the dull side of the blade biting into one palm and the other secure in the handle, he pressed the sword to her neck and began to lean his weight onto it.
Jack wasn't aiming to kill her, of course, there was no way to spin this that would let him get away with it; eventually Peyton would have to give a sign to get him to stop, and he would. But there was no denying the thrill that was holding a life in your hands, the dark gleam in his eyes as he basked in it while he could.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:16 am
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All available air was stolen from the Sun by the elbow grinding down into her stomach. It left in a pained rush, eyes widening before the slam of her head against the pavebt sent them rolling back into her skull. For a moment all she saw was stars and darkness, stunned and numb, until the feeling of his weight bearing down on her came back in bits and pieces. Pound for pound he had always had the upper hand, her speed leveled the playing field a bit, but it was her closer bond with Warrick that had given her the obvious advantage up til now.
She gasped as she fought for a breath, wheezing, trying to force her lungs to work again before the press of the blade stopped her in her tracks. It was a strangled squeak that followed, body going tense beneath him as he leaned against the sword slowly, pressing the blade in against Pwyton's fragile neck.
There was a part of her, a large part, that refused to give up, even now. Warrick was included in that part. He raged and howled and cursed through her head, a thunderstorm of anxious anger that would have deafened her had there been anything to hear but the rush of her blood in her own ears.
"jack..". He wouldn't kill her, couldn't, but looking up into his eyes she wasn't sure he remembered that in this moment.
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