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 Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 6:08 pm
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Like a moth to a flame.
Not only had Peyton yet again placed herself in situation that could prove every bit as awful and disastrous as most of her encounters with Jack, But regardless of the broken glass and spilled blood that persisted their relationship to date, she had taken away something from their last real encounter. Maybe it hadn't been her reaching out to him this time around, but when he met her on the edge of town she did look presentable. In a way. The crochet cut of the white op was a throwback to another decade, but the color stood out against tanned skin, and the loose weave at the sides gave glimpses of the shiny scar that marked the left side of her rib cage.
The walk into town had been uneventful and fairly quiet. It wasn't until they had found a suitable place(another abandoned neighborhood, the houses around them little more that skeletal ruins) that she pulled her phone out and held it up to him. It was open to twitter dms, there were only two, and they didn't belong to him. "Your girlfriend wants us to play nice." It was mostly neutral, save for the thin thread of humor that laced the words.
She had to assume Jack had told her, or why else would Chels have bothered to contact her fellow Sun.
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 6:22 pm
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 6:51 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-24)
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 7:11 pm
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It was a belated response--he'd forgotten just how much he disliked daggers, from Peyton, to the Taym clones, to the sight of the runic ones Chel had been forced to fight with, to even the one he still tucked in his pillow case--but as their weapons clashed, the sound sparked something in Jack. Not quite so distant anymore, when Peyton pushed him back he merely dogged after her, moving surprisingly fast with a weapon that large.
The nice thing about being a hunter, he would soon learn, was that while their Fear shields were stronger, their attacks would quickly cut them down. He didn't want a drawn out affair, he wanted quick and messy. The blade swung down from above, drawing on its weight and the stability of a two-handed grip to deny being staved off again.
HP: 60
Damage: 12
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 6
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 7:33 pm
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There would be no illusion of space after the part. Jack kept pushing, closing what little gap she'd managed o create easily with two strides from impossibly long legs. The growth in speed was evident, the increase in strength became apparent a moment after as he brought the full weight of the sword down on her from above. It smashed into her shoulder, siphoning Fear from her shield as she staggered backwards with sharp hiss.
It twanged. Even through the thick protection of the shield it twanged, and maybe it was because he'd hit her bad shoulder, the one that had very nearly been ripped from her body, but either way, she felt the ache linger. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn't a bad thing.
It was sensation. It was a reminder. It was fuel for the fire that always seemed to smolder just below the surface.
For all his effort and growth, she was still faster. Small and agile, weapon light, she darted in after the backward draw of the Zwiehander. A jump took her level with his shoulder, and she'd aim to bury the point deep, drawing it down in a vicious tear across the front of his shield before her feet touched the ground again and she was dancing back to slip out of his long reach.
HP: 48
DMG: 11
CHG: 1/3
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 8:21 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 1
Total: 12 (2-24)
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 9:56 am
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"What's the matter with you, Jack?" She sounded genuinely disappointed as she darted once again out of his long reach. He'd started strong with a punishing blow to her shoulder, but there the intensity had stopped, fading into something trivial and altogether disappointing in a way that she'd never felt before when facing off against the giant. She didn't know what to make of it.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" The blade of her dagger rammed into his sword, and metal hissed against metal as she shoved him back a step. "I don't want another build up into nothing Jack." She swung, blade clanging off blade, irritated. "Give me something. Anything!"
On the offensive, she targeted the broad length of his zweihander with vicious strikes before finally just stabbing the curved point into one of his wrists as if she meant to grind the hilt into his bones. "Make me feel something."
It was all such a waste otherwise. Where was the man that has carved possession into her chest? A rank below her and he'd been formidable, but she didn't recognize the Jack that faced her now
HP: 46
DMG: 5
CHG: 3/3
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 11
Total: 23 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 10:22 am
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Another build up into nothing? Is that what she called fighting him when there had been a distinct imbalance of power and skill? Hand to hand combat wasn't his style and never had been—though he did miss that crowbar now. He couldn't swing his sword as fast or as brutally—
Couldn't he, though? He had underestimated himself against Chel, after all. Moved faster, hit harder, had better reflexes. Even without getting used to his new status, Jack had seen his own strength. The problem here was simply that he was fighting Peyton like he had fought everyone else.
So he succumbed to the anger and frustration he hadn't touched in weeks, months, and tapped its power the way all hunters reached for their charges.
There was a split second warning in the form of or glimpse of his teeth before he shoved back and unlocked their weapons. And then came the wild, forceful blows Peyton was more used to, left and right as she moved and then forward with every intent to run her through.
hp: 38
damage: 17
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 1:31 pm
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She saw that flash of teeth, knew what it meant, and an awful little smile twisted her lips before he was pushing her back with a solid shove. That was more ******** like it! Metal on metal as she blocked the first wild swing, but he was pushing, driving her back, and she felt the sting of blade against shield with each subsequent blow that followed. It hurt, it was meant to, but that was just fine.
She tried to feint, but his reach was formidable, and he cut her off before the double tipped blade of his sword was shoved towards her stomach.
<Peyton!>
Maybe she could have dodged it. Instead she reached out to grab the double prongs, weapons temporarily abandoned. Even with her strength she couldn't keep it with her body. The blades tore through the shield around her hands, and she felt the awful pressure as the tips met her stomach and strained at the protection Warrick provided to her. "That's better," she hissed, still grinning.
Her feet slid across the ground again, but the moment they found nay purchase she was pushing back, thrusting that huge blade to the side so she could zip past it. She targeted his arm, the curve of her blade dragging from wrist to elbow as she moved paste him.
HP: 29
DMG: 5
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 2
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:12 pm
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Oh she had very little illusions that anything he did as ever for her pleasure, but that wouldn't stop her from seeking it in his actions regardless.
The kick, unexpected, staggered her. She had to catch herself with a hand against the pavement, dagger clanging against the ground before she was righting herself and falling back into defensive lines. Only for a moment though, just long enough to gather her bearings, then she was darting towards him again, closing that short distance and slipping in beneath his grasp.
The first blow wasn't terribly hard, a quick slash against his midsection in a bid to make him hunch. If he did, bending even a little, she'd bring the other hand in for a vicious uppercut to his chin.
HP: 23
DMG: 9
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