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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 2:48 pm
 Ling glided through the dark tunnels towards the battlefield. His mood fouled by his Father Darkness's rage at having been pushed back so close to the city itself. So Ling had set out with one goal in mind. To capture a cursed warrior in hopes that it would improve his beloved Father Darkness's mood. Flying above the field his antenna fluttered, surveying them for a suitable target. Spotting what appeared to be the spawn of a demi flying between him and the fighters below he chose this one as his target. Folding his shadowy wings back he dive bombed the cursed, claws extended in front of him to tear into cursed flesh. HP: 35
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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 2:57 pm
Diesel was cruising over the battlefield as he usually did, eyes peeled for a target below him. He held his scythe in his hands as he surveyed the battles, but he sensed something, and whether it was an off shadow or a breeze, something made him furrow his brows and angle to look above him, and good thing too, as a flash of black and purple went by him, and he felt a claw graze his wing. Without even thinking or paying attention to who or what it was, he swung his scythe at the form with all his might. HP: 19
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 3:05 pm
Ling flew past but flared his wings to stop his downward momentum, which cost him a deep slice from the swing across his bare back. Snarling he whipped around, flapping his wings he lashed out with his staff. His antenna fluttering madly in irritation. HP: 31
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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 3:13 pm
Diesel watched blood fly from his strike and he realized how large the opponent was he was fighting. It dawned on him a split second before that staff cracked across his skull....he was being attacked by a Demi-god! He started to plummet from the hit and it took him a moment to regain his senses enough to shake the stars from his vision and get his wings beating again. He wasn't sure why a Demi was after him...he assumed this one was Ling, from the information they had...but he wasn't about to back down. He took a breath, closed the gap between them and swung his weapon again for Ling's bare chest. HP: 15
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 3:38 pm
Ling 'watched' as his target began to plummet before recovering his senses. He twisted as the cursed rapidly closed the distance, it wasn't enough to avoid a near matching gash to his chest. Blood poured from the wound and Ling hissed venomously. He flapped his wings, lurching forward to strike out with his razor claws for the winged cursed's chest, as if to return the favor. HP: 28
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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 3:49 pm
Diesel kept his weapon moving even after his last attack, and even while his chest was clawed and torn badly, he gritted his teeth and brought the scythe around again to cleave at Ling's head. He couldn't help but wonder what the Demi's motivation was for coming after him, but then, he was the son of a Demi himself... he also couldn't help but think about his father bringing home that son of Antar as a prisoner...he could only hope that didn't happen to him. HP: 11
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:05 pm
Ling ducked under the scythe swing, feeling the cold blade brush his sensitive antenna. From his lower position he brought his staff around and thrust it upwards to crack the ball into the chin of the cursed demi's son. HP: 27
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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:13 pm
Diesel missed, and he was too exposed -- the Demi took advantage of it and Diesel's head snapped back hard, blood and saliva flying as his teeth bit through his tongue and something -cracked-....he wasn't sure what, there was too much pain and once again he was falling...this time he hit the ground with a thud as the world blurred around him. Panting, he forced himself to get to his feet, spitting out more blood and gripping his weapon tightly he launched back up at his foe, not willing to back down. He wanted to scream his rage at Ling but his jaw hurt too much and he could only swing his weapon once more, as hard as he could. HP: 7
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:27 pm
Ling flapped his wings, retaining his airborne position as he watched the cursed spawn crash to the ground. The sight actually giving him a sense of satisfaction, thought the emotion did not show on his stitched face. If Ling was the type to admire anyone other than his father darkness, he would have had to give the determined cursed scum credit as he launched straight back into the fight. Ling started to turn away from the blade, but wasn't quite quick enough and took a slash that nicked his chest and tore a deep gash in his staff bearing arm. He hissed, easily ignoring the pouring blood and stinging pain as he whipped around and aimed a sharp roundhouse kick for the already battered head of his target. HP: 23
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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:40 pm
Diesel tried to keep his mind clear as long as he could, intending to inflict as much damage to the Demi as he could before he fell; he felt he was doing well but he was just sorely outmatched here. He was too busy watching the staff and couldn't quite evade the kick when he finally noticed it; he managed to stay airborne though, and made a quick jab with his weapon, not the scythe end, but the butt-end, trying to aim the spike on it directly into Ling's throat or chin. HP: 4
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 5:13 pm
Ling's antenna twitched and he pulled back swiftly with a flap of his wings. The spike grazed his chin, creating a thin red line. Ling didn't falter and rapidly lunged back in on his foe with his black razor claws aimed to viciously tear into his wings. HP: 22
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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 5:19 pm
The only good thing about the quick jab attack was that it was easier to recover after he missed, than if he'd swung the full weapon. He was able to bring his bigger blade up to block the claws, barely, and he'd noticed during the fight that the antennae seemed to be very active (wasn't there something in the pre-war briefings about them? He couldn't remember...) so he freed one hand to try and reach out and yank one of them as hard as he could. HP: 3
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 5:26 pm
Ling loosed a horrendous sound something akin to a snarl, yowl, and a hiss combined, as his sensitive antenna was yanked hard. His 'vision' distorted and his other antenna snapped about as if trying to make up for the lost movement of the other. Ling growled gutturally and aimed to tear out the cursed's throat with his claws, despite his skewed 'vision'. HP: 18
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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 5:33 pm
Diesel winced at the sound, but was glad it worked as well as it did He somehow managed to twist enough to not get his throat torn out, still trying to keep a hold on that antenna, but he still took deep furrows to his neck. Not that it would matter, likely, he felt his strength ebbing, and his head wounds were making it hard to focus. With the last bit of strength he had left, he tried once more to jab the spike of his weapon into Ling's throat. HP: 1
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 5:39 pm
With distorted senses and his enemy maintaining a painful grip on his antenna he was unable to avoid the scythe's spike as it came for him. It tore into his neck as he jerked away, causing his antenna to be yanked painfully. He snarled in pain and anger as he tried to retain a proper sense of things while his 'vision' was out of whack. He aimed to sink his claws into the hand that held his antenna while lashing out in a literal blind rage with his staff. HP: 14
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