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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:36 am
The roar of the crowd vibrated through the ground and up through the soles of each troll, as they stood and sat around the ring of the arena. Here and there, trolls weighed down with snack dispersion units staggered down the aisles, but even they stopped and craned their heads towards the arena as the two gates on either side of the pit opened.
Sitting high up in her royal box, Regina flourished a microphone, then, taking a deep breath, leaned over and bellowed into it.
"Laydeeees ayynnnnd gentletroooolls! Ooon the right, looking asleep on her feet but is she really? Slouuuuuching in from New Hemisect City, give a loud welcome to Abrila Vaaaarga! Aaaaand on the left, looking like a heart attack on two legs, someone get this troll a glass of water, from New Hemisect, Sarrrcel Cincil!"
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ChaosTheories rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 1:20 pm
If Abrila hadn't been leaning on her trusty shovel, she would have fallen down some time ago. All this excitement was wearing her out so much, she could barely keep her eyes from drooping closed. She stayed that way until the queen announced her name, after which she started with a rather unattractive snort and stared blearily at her opponent.
Not the most intimidating troll, despite being a blueblood. Abrila decided to make the first move and hefted her shovel, drawing closer to Sarcel before swinging it heavily at the other troll. It wasn't a pretty move, but that was Abrila's style. Go in, and get out.
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:13 pm
20/20
Walking heart attack on two legs was probably the best, well versed description that had ever been given too her. Because in short, that's just what Sarcel was.
She wasn't really even focusing on the opponent in front of her. Some orangeblood who well, should look harmless enough, especially compared to some of the trolls she had to deal with on a day-to-day basis (*cough* Sempur *cough* , But then, this was Sarcel Cincil we were talking about.
Anyone and everyone was a threat, some were more of a threat then others. Really she couldn't stop focusing on the swath of people crowded around to fight, couldn't stop focusing on the god damn empress up there oh god
But then she noticed the orange blood coming at her with her shovel and she felt something else; fear yes, of course, but instead of being immobilized by the adrenaline, she managed to use it and move! And boy did she! Quite the quick little girl...
She almost forgot to strike back, holding the gun in her hands. She was shaking too much to get any sort of decent aim, but she pulled the trigger anyway, not bothering to watch the bullets haphazardly spray off in some random direction.
This was going to end badly.
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ChaosTheories rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:03 pm
Huh, so the blueblood was paying attention after all? She kind of looked like a hoofbeast caught in the headlights for a second there. The momentum from her missed attack swung Abrila around and she stumbled a little. Disoriented, she put her palm to her forehead and tried to focus. Now where did she dart off to?
There! She seemed to be preparing to do something and oh hell
Bullets. She definitely didn't want bullets to lodge anywhere important. Abrila did was came naturally; she cringed and held her shovel in front of her like some kind of shield, waiting to feel the sting. Then a moment passed, and she opened her eyes a crack. Was the blueblood even aiming? One of the bullets whizzed precariously close to one of her horns, urging Abrila into action.
Gog, the blueblood was going to hurt herself. Abrila gritted her teeth and ran at Sarcel once again, this time trying to swing for her legs and perhaps knock her over before she could focus enough to aim.
HP: 20/20
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:06 pm
14/20
Hurt herself. It was a possibility; a large one at that.
Surprising it hadn't happened already! Sarce gripped her gun, hair swishing around madly as she darted around. Speed was her forte, and the only thing she could really keep up! Of course, if you took that away, you'd just have a girl and a gun, which with the gun at least, still made quite the formidable pair.
Or would of course, had the gun not been empty. How many times did she pull the trigger that last time? Seems like only once, was it really more then that?
It probably wasn't one of her smarter idea's to stop and realize she was out of ammunition, granted she always kept some spare on her (what with having to reload so damn much), but aiming the barrel of the gun at the troll and firing and only hearing that empty click sure made her stick out like am embarrassing sore thumb. In fact she let herself tense up, freeze again, the last thing she needed.
In fact she was so deterred, she didn't even have time to react when the orange blood came forward and swung her shovel right at her leg, making contact with a horrifying whoosh as it swung through the air.
A yelp hitched in her thought as she scrambled away, feeling the pain shoot through her leg, spotting the dark blue begin to well up through her pant leg. Her thoughts immediately shot into overdrive, heart pumping way too loudly; the cheers of the Colosseum muffled to the sound of the blood rushing though her ears, her eyes wide with fear as they had been since the fight had started, but now full of some strange, bizarre craze in her eyes. Pushed in a corner like some deranged animal sort of look, even though she wasn't backed into any corner really, just struck, injured.
Nope, screw that. Sarcel Cincil here, gripping this gun. Forget reloading it! She suddenly felt as if this was life or death (How dramatic) The blueblood almost curled her lips back in what seemed to be a snarl, knuckled paled from the cut off of circulation because she gripped the gun so tightly. She ran at the orange blood ignoring the powerful ache in her leg as she did so, rearing her gun around to try and whack Abrila with the butt of her gun. She didn't even know where she was aiming, so long as her weapon made contact, that was all she neeed.
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ChaosTheories rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:37 pm
(Please excuse the lack of shout. OTL)
Abrila felt the shovel make contact with Sarcel's leg with a satisfying thump. It seemed to do the trick as the blueblood stopped shooting willy nilly. In fact, she seemed to be incapable of shooting at all. Abrila was totally and completely at her mercy at this close range. Then it dawned on her... had the blueblood run out of ammunition?
She couldn't help but grin a little. While generally she wasn't a fan of fighting, it did feel good to have the upper hand. Or so she thought. The blueblood seemed to check on her leg, and something flickered in her eyes. Something... crazed. Abrila stared at Sarcel a bit dumbfounded, slowly realizing that she should probably get out of there. She moved to get out of Sarcel's reach, but it was already too late; with a clunk the blueblood hit her in the side of the face with the butt of the gun.
"Nngh!" Immediately Abrila tasted blood. A bit of orange dribbled from the side of her mouth, so she wiped it away with her sleeve. Her face would be a splotchy, swollen mess later. She would have to check to see if all her teeth were still there.
Scowling, Abrila retorted with a jab of the shovel's handle, aiming to hit Sarcel in the side or the ribs or... anywhere.
HP: 14/20
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:05 pm
10/20
If the blueblood actually had a calling for bloodlust, maybe she would of smiled at the sight of her gun slamming into Abrila's face. If she really crazy, maybe she would of laughed.
Really she was just in full blown panic mode, though. A different kind of crazy. She felt the shovel slam into her side, right in the ribs (That's going to leave a bruise), and she coughed; a quick short gasp as the air left her lungs sharply. She jumped back, if only to put some distance between the two for a moment as she kept grip on the gun, the butt of it still facing outwards from the last blow.
So of course when she charged again, she tried to hit again in a similar manner as the last, quick feet (although one starting to give into a limp from the blow to her leg), trying to ram the back of her gun into Abrila's shoulder, even though from the looks of it, it wouldn't go more then graze.
Truthfully, she was too far into her panic driven haze to really do anything clearly at the moment.
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ChaosTheories rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 6:24 pm
The handle made contact, but Abrila could tell that she hadn't hit Sarcel quite as hard as she had wished. Then Sarcel jumped back, which gave Abrila the opportunity to readjust her grip on the shovel and hold it protectively across her body. She watched the blueblood warily, feeling a bit disturbed by her new demeanor. Abrila wondered if her opponent had crossed a line somewhere. What exactly was she fighting for?
Nervousness started to bubble inside Abrila. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. The blueblood charged surprisingly fast despite her injured leg and brandished the gun like a club. Abrila spun past her, absorbing most of the impact with her shoulder. Then, she swung her shovel in retaliation, but the blow to her arm had weakened it for a moment.
HP: 13/20
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 7:17 pm
10/20
Truth be told, the blueblood wasn't really fighting for anything. She wasn't fighting for the fame, that much was certain. She wasn't really fighting for herself, either. No wait, that was a lie. She was fighting for herself. To prove herself! But if that was so, then did that make her fighting for fame in some abstract roundabout way?
In a way though, she wasn't just fighting for herself, she was fighting for someone else too! She couldn't give up on herself now, because there was someone else who wasn't giving up on her either.
Actually the trail of thought started to clear her mind a little bit. The shovel swung up, but she managed to almost parry the blow in a way with the short length of her gun. As her panic started to calm, she started to become more aware of the pain in her leg and the throb in her side from the blows of the shovel.
She could of hit with the gun again, but instead she went for a simple, cold hard kick with her injured leg, of which she regretted, grimacing at the pain that shot through the limb; she could of done a lot better if it wasn't wounded.
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ChaosTheories rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:25 am
Not only did Sarcel somehow block her blow with her own weapon, but Abrila also wasn't expecting the kick to the shin. The blueblood seemed to be focusing better than before.
"Oww that was a dirty move..." She complained, hopping backward and landing awkwardly on her now bruised leg. She would have lost her balance if she hadn't dug the blade of her shovel into the ground and clutched it for support. Abrila's breath was heavy, and she could feel her energy starting to wane. It wasn't like her to put this much effort into anything. Plus, her face throbbed unpleasantly every time her vascular pump pushed blood through her body.
Things... things weren't going as well as she hoped. And that, the pain, and her weariness provided fuel for her ever-increasing annoyance. Yes, she was getting angry, and with that came the urge to pound Sarcel's face in, rules be damned.
Abrila bared her teeth like an angry lusus and launched herself at Sarcel, swinging a punch as she went. It was a completely sloppy move and she hadn't bothered to judge the distance between them. Or aim, for that matter.
HP: 9/20
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 12:20 pm
10/20
The blueblood was also starting to feel wary and drained, but it was a somewhat far off feeling for the moment. Either that, or it was a thought she pushed away as she heard the orangeblood spoke. Sarcel wasn't one for words, well, unless you got her talking and then the girl could ramble forever on the most mundane of things!
In any case, she said nothing in response to Abrila's words. The orangeblood came at her angrily, which surprised Sarce; she seemed, for lack of a better term, fairly tamed and lazy for the most part. The way she bared her teeth suddenly made Sarcel meagerly aware of her situation. Suddenly there was a crowd of trolls around, and in the back of her mind, the Queen was up their too.
And what if Sir was up there, nitpicking at every flaw she was preforming (She was sure there were a number of things wrong with her fighting technique, anyway) and scrutinizing ever detail. What if he was looking down on her (which is surely was), then she couldn't get distracted now! She had to fight, and she had to win. It was as simple as that.
The way the orangeblood charged was reckless, and Sarce managed to dodge, although wincing as her leg started to ache more and more. She tried to retaliate with another swing of the gun, but she missed pretty spectacularly as well.
Rather, she decided to make use of the moment and try to reload her gun. Digging a hand into her pocket and producing two shiny bullets, she quickly tried to reload her gun, never taking her eyes off Abrila.
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ChaosTheories rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 1:59 pm
Abrila sailed past, missing Sarcel and Sarcel's own retaliation quite spectacularly. She almost tripped spectacularly on her loose fitting shoes, too. She came to a stop rather suddenly, and had to swing her arms a bit to regain her balance.
Ugh, how ridiculous! The orangeblood was rather glad that no one she knew was likely in the crowd... Because she didn't really know anyone. Unlike Sarcel, she hadn't come to the gathering with anyone. Not even her own lusus had accompanied her. She was only fighting for herself, and only to get out of the competition one way or another. She didn't really care if she lost or won, as long as she could walk away alive. It would be nice to win something, though. And she did not want to look weak in front of any hostile highbloods.
If only this wasn't so exhausting! She was hyped up on adrenaline, and chances are she would collapse as soon as it wore off. Anger helped to motivate her, too. God, how long could this thing keep going on? She hardly cared that the blueblood didn't seem to want to make conversation at this point.
She staggered a little, and spun to face the blueblood. What was she doing? She seemed to be trying to... oh great, she had more ammo after all. And Abrila had stupidly left her shovel stuck in the ground. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
So Abrila did the first thing that came to mind; she let out a yell and ran for Sarcel again, meaning to get in a slap or two on the way to retrieve her weapon.
HP: 9/20
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:55 pm
8/20
Gun reloaded, Sarce looked away from her weapon, only to see Abrila charging towards her; minus the shovel. Gritting her teeth, she went to whack her with her gun, wanting to save the ammunition for later if she ever got a clear shot, although the gun missed the orange blood by a hair.
But then Abrila slapped her. Slapped her.
Why did every god damn troll think they could just SLAP HER AROUND?
No, she was pissed off now. Majorly pissed off. Abrila might of got her shovel, but it didn't matter to the blueblood. Although she was feeling drained from the kicks of adrenaline wearing off, it was replaced with blind rage.
Now, weather this would help her or not, time would only tell.
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ChaosTheories rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 6:56 pm
Welp, that sort of worked. It prevented her from being clubbed by the gun again, even if was a rather awkward move. And she got her shovel back, which was the main thing. The orangeblood pulled it out of the ground with her momentum, and swung back around as quickly as she could. She didn't want to give Sarcel much time to aim.
Abrila forced her weary legs forward, feeling like her limbs were made of lead. The shovel felt so heavy, she feared that it would drag her down. Her thoughts were becoming unfocused, so she tried to shake herself out of it and charged, counting on the momentum to allow her to take another swing at Sarcel. Just as she was in striking range, she stopped and used the motion to swing the flat of the shovel blade at Sarcel without taking aim. As long as it hit somewhere.
HP: 9/20
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 12:47 pm
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