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Euphoric Ghost rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:16 pm
The marked Horsewoman in the stadium was pretty intimidating. All the marks on her arms meant something, a significant sign to those around her of her feats and of her defeats. She was alive, and that meant that she was a great warrior.
He thought of Circe, and of Cricket, and the markings on their bodies. He knew theirs were somewhat related to their abilities. He was finding more people with tattoos, and he was beginning to want his own, which he could since he had the ability to shapeshift, yet they were different. Nothing on his body was going to be ever permanent. Maybe it was for the best because the slimer had a lot of growing to do.
Though the other young Horsepeople were eager to fight the slimer, only one of them stepped up. A female warrior, she was one of many. She had dark skin, light hair, and a few markings on her, and a nearly identical set of golden wings much like the older one. She was like a younger version of the adult, and looked as fierce.
So it began, the slimer and the horsegirl rushed each other in the middle. Their hands clasped nearly evenly. The slimer held a grin while the horsegirl snarled at him. He felt a little odd being so close the girl. He hasn’t been close to others in general, but the opposite gender was always a little different.
To the horsegirl, all opponents were the same, and even though they were at a stalemate, with her experienced and aggression, the female warrior was able to pull the slimer towards her, using his own weight, and then flipped him over.
The slimer’s grin was lost as he found himself in the air, and grimaced as he landed on his back, knocking the air out of him.
“Omph.”
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Euphoric Ghost rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:17 pm
The slimer eventually rolled on to his fours, and lifted his head to look up at the horsegirl who was waiting for him, who now had a smirk on her face.
“A smile,” he grinned, “Was I that entertaining?”
The ghost pushed down on a knee, and stood up to his feet. He brushed off the dirt off his clothes as he took his place in the stadium. He parted his legs, set his feet down, bent his arms at his elbows and closed his fists.
Without another word, they again charged each other. Exchanging a few swings of their fists and feet, yet none was landing a successful blow. The slimer was quite fluid, his ability to dodge attack were pretty good, while the horsegirl was great at blocking and deflecting the ghost’s attack.
They were again nearly at a standstill, but ghost had a little luck on him. Even though ghoul was experienced, she like the boil was still learning, and one of the lessons to be learned was to be aware of her surroundings. Their exchange was long and she forgot her place on the circle.
The slimer took advantage of this, he swung a few times, and as expected, he was deflected towards the stadium walls. Using his own momentum, he runs towards the wall, kicks off of it, and then strikes the girl with a swinging punch.
It landed around her shoulder area, and because it was a surprising strike, the horsegirl wasn’t able to set her feet down, and it knocked her down to the floor.
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Euphoric Ghost rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:19 pm
The ghost was going to pay for that attack for the rest of the battle.
The horsegirl took no time to get back up to her feet. She rolled on to her fours, dug her feet into the ground, and charged the ghost. The slimer barely had a chance to evade the aggressively attacking warrior.
He had to block her fists, elbows, feet and knees, and of course, he took a couple of it. He found them on his chest, on his side and ribs, and lastly on his back, sending him tumbling towards the other end of the fighting circle.
The ghost stumbled, and landed on his knees as he gripped his sides. He wasn’t even sure what hit him there, but they were very painful.
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Euphoric Ghost rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:20 pm
Even before the ghost were up on his feet, the horsegirl had taken the chance and pinned him down on the ground. Fortunately, the ghost were skilled in escaping holds and grapples.
He was able to take hold of her wrists before she was able to wrap her hands on him. He pushed them off, pushed her arms of with his, he rolled, he buckled under her weight, and until he was able to lever his whole body against hers, send her away from him.
He rolled back up to his feet away from her, and looked towards her direction.
But she wasn’t there.
A shadow descended on him, and high up, he saw her, diving down with the coup de grace.
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Euphoric Ghost rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:21 pm
The slimer woke up in a dwelling, which did seem to differ from the rest save for the amount of beds and wooden containers strew around the room. He heard coughs, moans, and few hushes as he lifted his head. There he saw more of the horsepeople, watching over the elderly, the young, and the few others who had been injured. He found that he was in their infirmary.
He found that he had been stripped, and banded with leaves and twine. The leaves had a bunch of mush of them, probably medicine straight from the forest. He was feeling pretty well, yet he was tired, and still could feel the aches.
He sat up at the edge of the bed, defeated, and injured.
“Oh well,” he huffed, “Maybe next time.”
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