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(( IGNORE PLEASE, GAIA STOLE MY ROLL AND DIDN'T LET ME SEE IT. >O ))

(( 3.333... goes down. You go to whatever is closest. A .5 and up round up to the next number. Below that rounds down. That's what happened for me in a shadow monster fight when my average was 3.3333etc. I only did 3 damage to it.

So D7 takes 6 damage, not 8. ))


Delta Seven shouldn't have been surprised that both newbies chose to focus on him. He'd expressed the least remorse over the situation. The fact that he'd been the last of the three guys to attack apparently didn't matter. Was he the largest threat? He hmphed in amusement.

Still, there was no way that two against four was going to win in this situation. E-3 already looked half dead on her feet.

"If you want to blame someone, blame the Reaper," he advised. "Or yourselves for signing up on this adventure."

It wasn't like they were just sitting there, allowing themselves to be killed so that four others could survive. It must be instinct, D7 thought. Because even if those two did somehow manage to survive, the Reaper was just going to kill them anyway. What a waste of effort.

Delta Seven struck out against Epsilon Three again.


[[ Weapon: Stake
Roll Average: 7 / 3 = 2.33333 - rounds down to 2
Damage to Epsilon Three: 2 x 2 = 4
HP: 27 - 6 = 21 ]]

((Gaia Dice hate me so much. XDD))

He held nothing against either of them. After all after they were done with one they would all gang up on the last one standing or at least give them a good beat down. Theta Seven tried to recover the miss he made but only ended up missing again due to a rather over exuberant swing. He definitely wasn't experienced with fighting and it showed by how he kept missing with his fists or kept hitting himself with his mace.

"Ugh, damn it," he muttered a bit.

((Weapon being used: Melee
Total Damage to self: 0
Total Damage to opponent E-3: 0 ( 2 + 3 = 5 | 5 - 6 = -1 | -1 x 2 = 0)
Total HP value left: 30))

(Alright, I see. Thanks for telling me~ ^^ )

E-3 felt the point jab her a bit, but not enough to really do anything drastic to her health. One of the others had tried to punch her, but missed. It seemed the stakes were surprisingly damaging for being hunks of wood.

"If I've already died once before, I will not sit by and let it happen to me again. I will fight." She said through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain in her damaged arm. If she survived, she could deal with that...later. Yeah, later. What's the point of nursing a wound instead of focusing on attacking when you weren't sure you'd live long enough to be bothered by the damage?

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to attack again. Apparently, E-3 could fight with a stake, go figure. She managed another hefty blow. Then tried to catch her breath. For a dying girl, she wasn't too bad of a fighter.

((Weapon: Stake
Roll Average: 10/3 = 3.3333 = 3.
Damage to Delta Seven: 3 x 2 = 6 (E-3 is wondering why she didn't get this thing eariler. XDD )
E-3's HP: 12-2 = 10.))

[Beta 8 is attacking Delta 7]

Bait gave a frustrated growl as he watched pinkie give his target a few good wacks whereas he couldn't. He swore this time he'd get him, taking careful and purposeful aim with his gun, he pulled the trigger, grinning as he watched the rubber bullet land on his target's shoulder, a full and resounding 'thud' being heard.

[Weapon used: Gun
Damage to Delta 7: 6 - 3 = 3 x 2 = 6
HP: 30]

Delta Seven cursed as a bullet tore through his side. He dropped to one knee, coughing, one hand pressed firmly against the wound as though he could stop the bleeding. It was a little too late for that.

It seemed that Delta Seven wasn't going to see the end of this fight. He seethed and swore to himself. So much for making it to the end - two once-dead-and-revived interlopers were going to be the death of him. His one consolation was that Pree would bite the dust before he did.

... Or so he thought, until Deli suddenly switched targets, leaving Pree alive and D7 still bleeding out.

"What the ******** *cough* ********, dude?" he snarled. "Grow some balls."

It seemed Thev was the only hope of everyone getting out of here alive - Deli couldn't finish anyone off, and Thea was hanging back as much as possible. If they took out Thev next, then everyone would die when the Reaper returned and the newest 'trainees' were still alive.

"I ain't going down quietly," he told Epsilon Three. In what would likely be his final strike, he lunged at the girl with all of his remaining strength.



[[ Weapon: Stake
Roll Average: 11 / 3 = 3.666... rounded up to 4.
Damage Dealt to E3: 4 x 2 = 8
HP: 17 - 6 - 6 = 5 ]]

Delta Seven fell backwards under the force of Epsilon Three's attack. On his back, he struggled to get an arm under him, to get back up, continue the fight. He wasn't done yet! He had to make it...

Only it seemed that wasn't going to happen. The darkness pressed in - for a moment Delta Seven thought the shadow monsters were back. His gasped breaths came faster as less oxygen entered. A wet wheezing noise accompanied each breath. At least one strike must have punctured a lung. There was no hope for him, no last minute escape or miracle med kit.

"It's a game, kid," he forced out between coughs to Epsilon Three. "No one worth their salt is gonna... roll over and take it."

Not that she would make it out of here any more than he would. If she wasn't already close behind him, the Reaper would still have finished her off when he came back. It was almost a shame. The girl had at least had the guts to kill someone to save her own life - more than at least one of his own 'allies'. Delta Seven had to trust that Thev would have the stomach for finishing things. The Theta was always talking about someone he wanted to get back to and protect. He'd be able to do it, to get back to that special person.

"Guess I'll be... seeing you soon," he told E3.

Rolling to one side, he glanced about through the darkness encroaching on his vision. "Thev," he called. A sense of urgency overtook him. He knew his own fatality well. "Thev!"

One bloodied hand rose in the air. It shook badly. Clutched in Delta Seven's fist was his stake. "You're gonna... need this..." he rasped out. "Survive. Whatever... it takes..."

Another coughing fit overtook him. He could feel the thick liquid bubbling up in his throat, spraying the inside of his gasmask. The last thing he ever smelled, he realised, was going to be his own blood. That didn't seem so unexpected.

Perhaps Delta Seven really had signed up for this after all. As he lay on his side, vision fading, some part of him murmured that he'd never expected for this to end any other way. Now or later, here or elsewhere, part of him seemed at peace to be dying in battle. He'd gone all out. He'd been true to himself and his desire to live. He hadn't run away or hidden. And maybe that had gotten him killed... but it also meant... he'd lived.

On a stone floor, in a small dark cavern somewhere under the surface of an unknown island, Delta Seven died.