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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:29 pm
Rep had been avoiding fighting lately for various reasons, the first and foremost of course was that he had a rather significant handicap as far as he was concerned and it was one he didn't actually want the general populace of Deus to be aware of. But some things in life simply couldn't be passed up, when Dwight seemed interested in a spar, there was no ******** way, hell or high water that he could ever say no. Getting to punch the ******** p***k right in the glasses would be a most satisfying result. He loathed Dwight, it had blossomed over time from a small seed of disdain into a sprout of irritation and eventually into a full grown ******** tree of absolute hatred. In the pod he'd spent a lot of time simply wishing he could reach out and wring the other man's neck consequences be damned.
There was simply no way he wouldn't be at the training fields at the specified time. Hell, he got there early, just to be certain, lurking by the training dummies like a tiger, scratching periodically - something in the hoard hadn't agreed with him - and snacking on some of the extremely dubiously dated but packaged sweets he'd salvaged from said gigantic pile of junk.
He had no scheduled duties for the day till much later, he had time to kill.
It was just a shame he didn't have an annoying little snarky p***k to kill too yet.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:21 pm
In the shadow of a window overlooking the training yard, Dwight silently cursed that Rep had gotten there early. He'd have to take the shot without his preferred preparations, then. Linger too long and the Sun would definitely sense somebody watching, damnit.
Bad luck, little bro.
Bringing Kiki to his mouth, the Life tech barely took time to aim at Rep's a** before the dart was shooting toward the other hunter. Jumping down from his perch, Dwight took off toward another piece of preferred cover.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:04 am
Rep waited, pacing and trying to simultaneously keep his anger in check, he had no idea where Dwight was and was worried that the other man might not even come, that he might just gloat about wasting Rep's time on twitter later and that would be that.
He wasn't expecting a sneak attack at all, he was used to very straightforward fights as a general rule.
The shot nailed him right on the a** and he leapt about a foot in the air with a yelp, summoning immediately and rounding on the direction the attack had come from and where Dwight had been, bristling with anger.
"Get over here you little c**t!" he snarled loudly.
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:12 pm
Crouching low, Dwight swiftly peeked around to see Rep's face. Ginger Bear was looking hella angry and it took a lot not to snigger at him and give up his position.
HP: 60
Dmg to Rep: 8
Charges: /3
(Y3 TF, Y2 SS, Y2 Chill)
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 11
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:37 pm
Movement nearby was all it took to grab Rep's attention. He leapt into action without even a passing communication between his upper brain levels and his nervous system. It was all reflex rage and instinct. There wasn't anyone else on the island he wanted to eradicate more, Dwight was a ******** example of everything Rep personally loathed, a coward, physically weak, self righteous and a ******** hypocrite. And yet he still sometimes managed to get right up under his skin, to leave him with comments that lingered long after they were said and brought him down.
He wanted to bring him down this time. Defeat him and ******** make him plead.
He just had to ******** hit him first, and that was easier said than done, even with Tracey's reach.
He swung and had absolutely no regard for anything that was between him and the Life hunter, it was just fortunate they were on the training fields.
HP: 52
DMG: 10
Charge: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 8
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:41 pm
Dwight was up and running even as he flinched back from Tracey's admittedly really ******** solid hit. He really couldn't stay too close to that axe, close cover didn't mean as much which a reach like Rep's. Running backwards, he raised Kiki again, another dart hitting him in the chest this time, fixing itself firmly into Rep's flesh.
Two down, one more to go, little bro!
HP: 50
Dmg to Rep: 13
Charges: 2/3
(Y3 TF, Y2 SS, Y2 Chill)
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 5
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:58 pm
Rep was charging full speed after Dwight, but was temporarily left reeling as the follow up blow dart also hurt a whole ******** lot, letting out another sound that was nothing but pure rage leant voice. He staggered like a huge predator shot by a significant tranq before once again finding his stride and bringing the serrated feather blades of the axe around once again, wide at first before using the momentum of the 360 to bring it round again, harder, faster and nearer to his quarry.
Marie flashed defiant shades of green against the red of Tracey's runes in his peripheral vision, and only served to goad him to greater and greater heights of fury. Denied, defied the satisfaction of having the other hunter at his mercy. He didn't have to kill him, but he could ******** make him bleed.
Riding out the momentum Tracey's weight gave him to leap forward, he brought the axe down in a shattering overhead swing that set the hook close enough to gouge at Dwight's shield.
HP: 39
DMG: 8
Charge: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:01 pm
The blow sent the smaller man reeling and then rolling toward Rep, under Tracey's guard. Running and stumbling past the other man, all he managed was a small sharp jab to the side. It wasn't much, but it was enough. When Rep looked down, he's find a tiny glowing dart fixed into his side.
As Dwight tried to gain more distance, the three darts began to crackle with a sort of electricity.
HP: 42
Dmg to Rep: 1
Charges: 3/3
(Y3 TF, Y2 SS, Y2 Chill)
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:20 pm
Rep tried bringing Tracey down on Dwight like a guillotine as he scrabbled past him, but was too slow to manage it. He didn't get frustrated though, a calm and methodical sort of calm falling over him in the heat of battle, determinedly pursuing the other hunter. He knew he couldn't let him get distance, too much distance was fatal, just as when dealing with daggers, close range was fatal. It was all about keeping the pressure on and keeping people where they were most uncomfortable.
"Figured you'd be good at ******** blowing, it's just ******** poetic isn't it? If there was a weapon whose a** you had to kiss to make it fire you'd ******** excel at that too."
He slid his hand down the polearm to the grip in the blade and swung out with only Tracey's handle to try and trip him.
HP: 38
DMG: 5
Charge: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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lizbot rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 2
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:27 pm
The Life hunter was sent sprawling and tripping, while the darts in Rep emitted a quick electric shock through Tracey's shield. Hopping up and running again, the rabbity Life Hunter refused to stay still for long. With a soft pant, he called out over his shoulder, "Sorry, can't hear you over the Axe of Overcompensation!"
HP: 37
Dmg to Rep: (3 damage for two turns)
Charges: 3/3
(Y3 TF, Y2 SS, Y2 Chill)
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:41 pm
Rep had no ******** idea what Dwight did to his shield, but he really didn't like it. Nor, for that matter did Tracey, the fallen angel hissed in Rep's thoughts.
us. Make him a smear before it sets in William.>
Rep narrowed his eyes, getting tired himself, it was a lot ******** harder to fight when your opponent kept moving, especially when they weren't dragging a twelve foot sheet of metal behind them.
"I'd whip it out for you Dwight to prove its no overcompensating, it's no Robert third leg but it's no a disappointment either. But ********." And with a swing that was slightly more exhausted than the others he swept Tracey wide.
HP: 35 (one turn of 3 remaining)
DMG: 3
Charge: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 4
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:47 pm
The nick from Tracey was enough to get Dwight sprinting forward to a large stack of wooden crates. Jumping high, he spun in the air, Kiki already at his lips, and shot Rep one more time before ducking behind the crates. "You and Robert, huh?" He called out as he raced toward the next piece of cover, "Not surprised. He seems your type."
HP: 34
Dmg to Rep: 10
Charges: 1/3
(Y3 TF, Y2 SS, Y2 Chill)
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:57 pm
"Every ******** c**t's seen Robert's c**k!" Rep bellowed. "He gets it out at every ******** horrendous ******** opportunity. Show me some c**t who hasn't seen it and I'll show you a ******** liar." The dart once again knocked him back significantly. For a runt, Dwight could hurt like a ******** HIM.> Tracey commanded, panic edging his voice as he felt their shield slipping away.
He leapt and slammed Tracey down on the crates with all his might, because anything in his way was going to suffer his wrath. If he hit Dwight in the hail of splinters and chaos then so much the better.
HP: 22
DMG: 11
Charge: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 7
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:00 pm
The crates went like a bomb had gone off, nailing Dwight with splinters ranging from toothpick to fence post. It was a good tactic, he had to admit, better than he thought Rep was capable of in all honesty. Was it just a lucky hit or maybe just instinctive adapting? Jack forbid it was actual intelligence.
Stop messing around, Dweeb. You're slowing down like a loser, Run and Gun is over.
He'd been about to run away again, but at Kiki's instruction, he stopped and turned to race at Rep in one smooth motion. The blow gun was suddenly more of a staff, gliding sharply in his hands to strike at Rep's stomach.
HP: 23
Dmg to Rep: 12
Charges: 2/3
(Y3 TF, Y2 SS, Y2 Chill)
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:15 pm
Rep knew his shield was getting risky, but he didn't care even a tiny bit, he was fixated on his prey and wouldn't give up pursuit for anything, this was what he'd sought and either his body would be man enough to handle it or he'd not be concious to see the results.
The staff strike knocked the wind out of his lungs, pain centered around the mended mess H had made of his ribs, it just made him angrier, snarling as he uncurled and leapt at the other hunter. He'd never let him know when his shield was getting low, he'd never ******** concede for a second.
Again he swung, his muscles screaming in protest as he did everything he could to chop him in two, hating shields more than he ever had and wishing Marie'd just give him this one thing, anything.
HP: 10
DMG: 6
Charge: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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