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leon_a_darkangel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 2:05 pm
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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 5:59 pm
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Screaming due to sheer surprise and frustration, there was a flash of his power finally as he saw her come charging at him. Stryke wasn't ready to take on the oncoming assault of her well aimed swing. While he still had a firm grip on his weapons he threw up his hands in defense unsure what else to do as she came charging at him. His cry of surprise was matched initially by a dim glimmering light. Yellows and golds some shaped like clocks and cog wheels of all shapes and sizes initially flickered around him. The golden light quickly surrounded her weapon, halting her attack momentarily in place.
The shock of what he'd done registered on his face. He stared at her with wide eyes. The flash of his symbol in his eyes corsponded with the power display, before fading away after the barrier had done it's work in protecting him.
Besides this apparent shock, he shrugged it off. He had a brief moment opening, an advantage. "fine, akko. i won't hold back then!" He stated coldly, abruptly the cloak he'd been wearing snapped off as he untied it. The younger troll was true to his word. Using the moment to his advantage, Stryke came for her. He swung first with his right, then quickly a stronger swing with his left aimed at her arm. Stryke applied pressure, aiming to draw blood as this was was the point seemingly. His own citrine blood dripped onto the mud where he'd been struck. He would return the favor, with one of his own.
POWER: 1 use. Nulled 4 DMG
HP: 12/20
ARMS: military grade dagger +1
DMG: 5
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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 10:58 pm
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There it was.
Byakko balked as her weapon froze in seemingly mid air, striking the barrier Stryke subconsciously called forth with an explosion of sparks. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she was washed in the display of golden light. No matter how hard she forced her weight down onto her weapon, the spinning wheels would not give way. She matched his stare of shock through the translucent clock faces.
Then, a pleased laugh bubbled up from Byakko's throat.
"So, this is what you've been hiding?" Even if he had all but cried out and made no attempt to dodge or match her attack, the summoning of his power was more than she could have asked for. A sheild of sorts? It was perfect.
"Good. Good!" Akko darted backwards, successfully avoiding the first swipe of his blade, but failing to dodge the second. Stryke's dagger ripped through her cloak, cleanly slicing into her forearm. Yet, the smile plastered across her face never once flinched. Mutated pink blossomed and bled into the fabric of her sleeve, but she seemed to pay little heed to the blood beginning to run across her arm. In the wilds of the swamp, it was only them and the other rebels. Her blood trickled and tendriled down her kanabo, spraying Stryke with a fine mist of pink as she returned his attacks with a flurry of her own. "That's more like it!"
It had been awhile since she felt this invigorated. Far too long since her last sparring match, that was for sure; it was like that pleasant burn you got from a well executed stretch. She had missed it. Stryke was finally letting go of whatever notions in his thinkpan that were holding him back, advancing with an agility that challenged hers. This was what she had wanted to see.
6/20
+1 military kanabō
dealt 4 damage
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 11:00 pm
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There was no denying it anymore. The glimmering light, and flash of senses that came with the pulse of power. All of it was real, even if he didn't understand it, nor it's limitations or extent of use. Not yet anyway, that would require practice most certainly.
After a short duration the psionic barrier had faded away, the spinning gears and clock mechanisms faded as her weapon was allowed to move. Stryke seemed mystified as he blinked once or twice. By the end of the golden display, he'd moved already. Everything returned to normal, both the time distortion and energy around him. Her laugh caught him off guard, for which he hesitated, looking at her, head tilted just a bit. "yesss...it happened sometime during those nights leading up to the outposts finding." Stryke admitted quietly finally after a bit of consideration.
Stryke noticed strawberry pink blood oozed onto her sleeve, much how his own citrine blood decorated his shirt. The wounds didn't bother him much in the heat of the moment. It was not the first time he'd seen that site on either of them. While he'd cut her, they both bled from their wounds now. Stryke moved into place to take an opportunity to fend her off, swiping with his blade as he backed away from her. For what it was worth, he might have still been clumsy in battle but he felt alive. In the heat of battle, he was fully engaged and determined to prove himself as at least worthy..in some fashion at least.
"not bad yourssself! i could barely run with that thing." He actually revealed a fairly toothy half smile at the memory of it's weight. She was incredibly strong, and simply practiced with the weight given her fighting form.
There was a feral edge to the usually mild mannered, introverted troll. While he was not a fighter by nature, in light of events recently he could not survive being peaceful always. Words as a weapon worked at times perhaps, but without a weapon how could he defend himself when that was not enough? He'd been naive to think he could talk his way out of everything forever. Byakko had rudely reminded him as she'd initially all but slunk towards him..advancing on him with a demanding gleam in her gaze. His own fire of determination was raised in answer to her challenge.
Stryke hadn't survived this far living as a rebel without having to step outside his comfort zone more than a time or two.
HP: 8/20
ARMS: military grade dagger +1
DMG: 4
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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 11:02 pm
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Byakko internally mused at how unlikely it was that both Stryke and Zeffer wound up materializing powers those nights spent fleeing from the military. Such things weren't unheard of, but both her teammates- what were the chances? It was enough fuel to keep a sharp smile playing at the edge of her lips. Another thin, silver lining on the storm cloud that perpetually loomed over the Initiative.
"What I'm hearing-" Interrupted, Akko twisted sideways and parried his strikes with the handle of her club, grunting softly as she heaved the weapon up and over her shoulder to respond with an attack of her own. "What I'm hearing is that you need more opportunities to practise using your power." More training. That was something she could comply with; his abilities were still in their infancy. Just beginning to sprout. She'd be there to help nurture them, if he'd let her... shears and all. Kicking up a spray of mud as she ducked down and slid forward, Akko spin her kanabo in a propeller-like motion before slicing upward to pummel Strike with several fluid, consecutive hits. The pace of their sparring match had been kicked up, and Byakko was relishing in the change in Strike's countenance. The challenge he was beginning to pose.
Bounding backwards, she wiped at the sweat beading on her brow with the back of her hand, chest heaving laboriously. Akko only had one other question, topic of the blueblood aside. "Can you do it again?"
2/20
+1 military kanabō
dealt 6 damage
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 11:05 pm
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Mud splashed his leg, and chest leaving behind some of the sloppy swamp ooze. He left it be as he kept an eye on her as she came for him. Her blows staggered him; he was nearly ready to admit defeat. The weak brief glimmer of his shields weren’t enough to control her movement. He growled in frustration.
Stryke tried to keep up with Byakko, finding it increasingly difficult. He'd tried to move and duck were he could, but was repeatedly clipped here and there. "no. not right away i don't think..? not like a moment ago at least. i'm also still not sure what all triggers the reactions yet." Stryke felt sweat bead down his temple, his thinkpan was pounding. While mild, it was like the dull ache of eyes strain, while reading in dim light far too long. It wasn't horrible, but it was enough to make him visibly wince as he clenched his teeth. A headache he admitted was a small price to pay if he really did have some kind of power. "given practice maybe yes, but.." He shrugged.
"i'll work on it. i promise." He frowned then lowering his weapons as he breathed in and out, trying to calm his racing nerves. The pace of the match had been grueling but he'd charged in after her as she tried to step back and avoid him. His next blow was one that would have cut but he held the blade inches from her neck. "i think that's match?" Stryke asked tentatively, not willing to actually nick her to prove victory.
His serious expression lightened into a wide smile, his pointed eye-teeth poking out over his bottom lip. "i imagine this won't be the lassst time either, and my powers won't stop you from bashing my thinkpan in all the time." He was willing to train more, and knew a few other trolls he might even be able to seek out to further that very same goal.The idea made him raise a brow at her, chuckling softly.
Taking a few steps back, he motioned as if to ask if he could lower his blades now.
HP: 2/20
ARMS: military grade dagger +1
DMG: 3
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 1:50 am
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While she was nowhere near as fatigued as Stryke, the burning in her arms and legs was beginning to hinder Akko's movements. The way he continued darting about, forcing her to bounce around in order to keep him within range of her relentless attacks, kept her on the tips of her toes. He was right. The spiked metal club she fought with was heavy, and while she was well accustomed to it's weight, it had been several weeks since she had even laid a finger on it. She was out of practise. Her shoulders heaved with each inhale. Byakko hadn't held back- not that she ever really would in a sparring match unless it was against Maneki- and the way Stryke had rose to meet her challenge left her, in her own way, delighted.
Leaning to twist backwards, Byakko's eyes slid down to the blade hovering inches from her throat. Even though he held back from pressing it's edge against her, there was a phantom, metallic tingling. She swallowed. The sliver of a smile Akko wore cracked wider, fangs catching the moonlight the same way Stryke's dagger did. Lowering her kanabo, she opened her arms, signaling she had no more intent to continue. There was an agog gleam in her eyes. "Yeah, I think you got me there. Good work."
Akko complacently tucked her weapon in it's sling across her back, sucking in a long inhale to pace her laboured breath. "Well, if you can raise that shield once, you can do it twice. You just need more time." Her panting slowed, and she shot him a long, unwavering stare. "You're right about that, though." 'Bashing in his thinkpan' seemed to be putting it a little strongly, but she had every intent on making these sessions a regular thing, should he consent. She left little room for debate on the matter. "We'll do this every other night." She announced abruptly, starting to undo bag tied to her waist. It could only serve to benefit her, too, if she could rotate those nights with the ones she ran drills with Maneki. It had been sweeps since Byakko had a regular sparring partner- and they were neighbours now, after all.
She stepped over to a upturned tree nearby, leaning against the rotting trunk to rest as she fidgeted with the contents of her bag. Akko pulled out a small paper wrapped package, quickly tearing the note sprawled in blue that read 'don't break your legs, legs' taped to the top. She coughed and crumpled the note in her fist, jamming it into her pocket.
"Here," speaking as she ripped it in two, Akko held out half of the revealed sandwich out to Stryke. "Want some? Surely, you're hungry." A break was more than deserved.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:22 pm
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Stryke's was gradually beginning to even out as he listened to her. The quick paced match and trying to keep Byakko's weapon just out of reach meant a lot of moving around. Add to that the range on his daggers was a shorter one; it meant he had to risk getting up close to his opponents fairly regularly. Luckily, he had been able to meet her challenge even if he'd be sore in a few hours.
When she spread her arms out, signaling her relinquishing the victory to him he did not crow. Although understandably so, Stryke was excited. "same to you, well fought." His weapons went back to their rightful holsters, as he bowed his head with respect to the other. There was a phantom smile, pulling at Strykes lips ever so slightly. A swell of pride made the shorter teen stand a little taller, glad to have in any way proven somewhat capable.
Listening thoughtfully, Stryke's arms loosely crossed over his chest as she spoke of raising his shields. "ah, i know your right. with a bit of determination it should be an obtainable goal." When she mentioned how frequently she wished to train with him, the yellowblood gave pause. There were enough soft hearted trolls in the rebellion as it was, and he was tired of fighting purely on instinct alone. Learning how to fight properly, to him at least was imperative. "every other night?" He mused aloud, before nodding. "yesss..that will be fine." He agreed after a moment of consideration.
Not only where they neighbors, but they would now be sparring partners apparently. how curious, this should be interesting. He mused thoughtfully, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight as his smile turned genuine.
Wandering after the older troll, Stryke with a bit of effort pulled himself up onto the fallen log to sit. Leaning over he reached for his jacket he'd set aside as Byakko rummaged in her bag. From his coat pocket, he produced a small brown box and plopped it on his lap. He noted she'd gone for food, and quickly had crumpled a note of some kind. Strykes grey eyes practically lit up as she offered him half.
He hadn't thought to grab anything beside his coat, smoking pipe and matches for the walk over. "n..." Stryke started to say no when his stomach growled at him. Rubbing his neck sheepishly he nodded instead. "hm. yes, i am apparently. thank you!" He carefully took his half, and gestured to the box in his lap. "when we're done, i'd be happy to share my pipe with you in return." He wasn't sure she'd ever smoked before, but he'd offer just the same.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 9:59 pm
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Byakko tilted her head and smiled faintly at the rumbling coming from Stryke's midsection, pleased he had accepted her offering. Biting into her own half, she gave it a few dry chews, staring down at the box in his lap.
"You mean... smoking?" She wrinkled her nose apprehensively, but quickly corrected herself and banished the expression from her face. It was a ritual she had never partaken in- sometimes, she remembered, Trolldad would step out and puff on a pipe of his own. It was a seldom occasion, but she could remember the scent of burning plant wafting into her respiteblock on the draft of crisp mountain air. Taking another bite, Akko chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. "Sure." She wasn't afraid to try new things, (and surely one time wouldn't affect her breath capacity), especially in the name of bonding with her rebels. This was something treasured to Stryke, right? "Thanks."
Digging back into her bag, Akko pulled out a canteen of water and took a few mouthfuls to wash down Zeffer's sandwich. Wiping off her lips with the back of her hand, she held it out to Stryke unceremoniously.
"We should head back after that, though. It's getting late."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 11:53 pm
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Stryke took several bites of his food, chewing at the half as he raised a brow at her wrinkled nose expression. "aye, figured it's rude not to offer. i don't smoke often..just here and there." He shrugged slightly; in between bites he loaded his smoking pipe. He set aside his match box for the now. It was almost comical to see Byakko trying to decide what to make of his offer. Plus if it was bothersome, she could always decline after trying.
Wisely so Ryk kept his smile in check for a neutral look. He ate in mostly silence, with the occasional pause to swallow. Just when his throat was starting to become dry, he had a canteen being offered rather abruptly out towards him.
"hm? no. thank you." He added with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Fumbling with it just a little the shorter troll nodded in appreciation to the offer and tipped his head just a bit as he drank from it' contents. Sighing softly he leaned back on one of his gloved palms as he finished eating. Once done he brushed of a few crumbs left on his clothing before shifting to face her in a half turn. "agreed, if we're quick we'll make it back before it gets too late."
Stryke waited patiently for them both to be done eating. After taking for now one final smaller drink, he quickly finished out a match. With practiced ease Stryke struck a math, then drew from the pipes content. He didn’t hold the smoke long, before blowing out a small smoke ring. With that, he passed her the lit contents to sample.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 11:03 am
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Well, she supposed it was rude not to offer. Byakko finished her sandwich in comfortable silence, studying Stryke pack his pipe with practiced fingers. She watched with intrigue as the ring he puffed out swirled into the air and dissipated into dancing tendrils of smoke, having never seen the simple feat before. Could Trolldad do that, too?
Taking another swig from the canteen, she screwed the cap back on before hesitantly accepting the pipe from Stryke. Akko stared down at the glowing embers for a moment, examining the tool's handiwork, before realizing in her procrastination that she was wasting whatever mix of dried plants Stryke had lit. Without further hesitation, Byakko popped the pipe in her mouth and inhaled generously.
That wasn't a wise decision.
"HHh-acgkk-!" She immediately jolted and coughed violently, sputtering out smoke and a fine mist of spit. It burned. The ceiling of her mouth, all the way down to her expanding airbags. She couldn't see- it was all static-fuzzy, much like her thinkpan. Stryke's pipe went flying and lodged itself in the mud in front of them. A teary-eyed Byakko clutched at her chest, then doubled over to hang her head between her knees, panting desperately for clean air.
"Ugh..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 12:14 pm
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Byakko had realized her error on her own, and much to late. She forcefully paced her wheezing breaths, inhaling through her sniffnode as directed. "I-it's okay," she eventually managed to choke out, trying to wipe away the pinkish tears beading in the corners of her eyes without him noticing. It was hard, with Stryke leering in front of her like that. Yet, his concern was comforting, if not overdone- and she didn't withdraw or bother to shrug his hand off her back. She ran her own hands through her tangled hair and rubbed at her cheeks, straightening up after letting out another series of shallow coughs.
"Thanks," she took the canteen back and greedily gulped down the rest. Clutching onto the bottle Akko dizzily swayed back and forth, recollecting herself. Moment later she slipped off the log, one hand still resting on the rotting wood for support. "I'm fine." Her throat still burned, but the pain was dulling. "That was... interesting." Head spinning, chest tight, a light soothing buzzing running through to her fingertips. It was... different. She wasn't sure she liked it. Probably not. Akko rubbed at her eyes again.
"Sorry about your pipe." Bending over to scoop it out of the mud- (whoops, headrush), Akko wiped it off on the edge of her robe before offering it back to Stryke, somewhat sheepishly. "Let's head back now."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 12:58 pm
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Stryke realized himself he was being overbearing, with his concern but it wasn't meant to demean or belittle her in all fairness. In a small sense it was his way of thanking her. Byakko was one of the few trolls he truly believed cared whether he existed or not. There were of course others, he was not blind to that fact. While he noticed the pink tears, he did not comment or give her a bad time for them. Instead he pulled away once she confirmed she was okay.
The tension in his shoulders relaxed as he smiled ever so slightly, before chuckling. "i don't mean to fusss. i'm glad however." He admitted sheepishly in retort to her comments. He slipped off the log, landing on the ground below as he gave a tired stretch. He was covered in mud, and bit yellow and pink blood but all things considered it wasn't so bad.
"it isss fine, don't worry about it..it didn't break anyway." Shaking his head, he reached out and accepted the object after she'd wiped it off. While possessive of his belongings, he wouldn't blast her for the event. Mistakes and accidents happened afterall. Plus a little dirt never hurt anything.
"i'm with you." He quickly gathered any remaining things to take with between them, before setting off. As they traveled, he continued to blow a few smoke rings simply to amuse Byakko given the way she'd watched the first one. The trip back was uneventful, but the night overall been a pleasant one Stryke felt.
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