You have encountered two Unfriendly Thugs! Other trolls can assist in this fight, as long as there is an ic reason for them to join in. The mechanics work similar to regular boss battle, although this could be classified as a mini-boss. Once the mini-boss is at 0hp, this can be counted by all trolls participating as a battle rp for growth. If you have any questions, please PM the mule!
Unlike regular boss battles, the mule will not be posting new rounds, and players can simply post as fast and often as they want, taking turns to attack one at a time. Each time every player in the fight has had a turn to attack the mini-boss once, a new round begins. At each new round roll the standard 2d6 and use the table below to see what damage you've taken. As always, the first number is what you should check for your damage, and the second is the amount done to the mini-boss.
THUG STARTING HP: 50
The two tough trolls bar the narrow street in front and behind of you. "There's enough trouble in this city right now -", rumbles one of them " - without trolls like you causing trouble. It's important to learn, early-like, that if you cause trouble, you get trouble in return. Ain't that right?" The other one nods silently, and cracks it's knuckles. "Think of this as a free lesson in life, kid." Silent nod. "And learn to keep your mouth shut." They step forward, and block out the light with their bulk.
If you rolled a 1, the two brutes surround you and start to clobber you with fist and foot alike, only stopping to admire their handiwork. Their heavy fists have left a nice pattern of bruises blooming all over you. Take 4 dmg.
If you rolled a 2, one of the bruisers stands back and begins to roll a niccotine-laced tree-pulp cylindrical smoking device. The other grabs you by the collar, lifts you up, and smacks you against the wall a few times. Take 3 dmg.
If you rolled a 3, the thugs take it in turn to kick sand in your face, and laugh. Take 2 dmg.
If you rolled a 4, one of the thugs makes a really nasty comment about your lusus. You're wounded emotionally, what a jerk! Take 1 dmg.
If you rolled a 5, you manage to keep some space between you and their menacing fists. Either that or they aren't really trying hard.
If you rolled a 6, you manage to get some control over your jittering nerves. Who do these guys think they are?! They aren't even in uniform! Your next attack is loaded with righteous outrage, and does double damage.
When the mini-boss or all trolls have reached 0hp, please look in the spoiler below.
Mini-Boss at 0
The first thug stands back and puts his hands up. "Woah there bud, we didn't realize we were dealing with a real spitfire! Ha ha - we was just kidding around, right?" The second troll nods with a little more emphasis than before. "No need to get hung up over it, seeing as you put up a pretty fair fight. Cause all the trouble you want." With that, the two trolls turn and take to their heels as fast as their wounded machismo will let them.
Players at 0
"And now, hand it over." The two thugs go through your pockets, emptying them of everything valuable you have on you. If you don't comply, one lifts you up by the feet and shakes you up and down until everything has fallen out. Jewellery and trinkets are snatched away, and you're left in a defeated heap in the alleyway. Better go check around at the pawn shops to buy your valuables back before other trolls get their hands on them! As soon as you can stand up.
Vremea had decided to invite her friends over to her home afterwards, but soon after they left the crowd, the group of 5 were approached by two large trolls. As the "host" of the group, Vremea tried to solve this problem peacefully-- however, as soon as she saw them walk closer to them, Vremea clenched her teeth, scared. These drones-- they seriously wanted to do this?! They hadn't even touched her, but Vremea could feel the nervousness sliding into her as she timidly reached for her weapon...
Only to hear one of them speak ill to her of Yakmom.
Oh heck no. Clenching her jaw, Vremea pushed down her own scathing words, instead snapping out her pole and flicking it out at once. As soon as the scythe locked into place, the yellowblood slashed at them, giving one a nasty cut on the arm. She wasn't aiming to kill, no-- just to scare. She had dealt with trolls with more power than these did... they didn't frighten her. Not one bit.
HP: 20 - 1 = 19HP Support Power Style A (1) Support Artifact Style A (1)
Odette was not in a good mood. Not in the way like she was feeling sad or under the weather. No, Odette was downright angry. She wanted to punch things. But there weren't a lot of things she could punch that wouldn't get her into trouble. This made her want to punch things more.
So when she was approached by the two tough trolls, she wasn't frightened. She was thrilled. Here was her chance to take out her aggressions and get away with it. Of course, she was still concerned for her friend's well being. "Stand back," she advised them, twirling her glaive. She took a moment to collect herself.
And ran full force towards the thugs, screaming shrilly. She used the length of the glaive to her advantage, batting at the thugs with both ends of her weapon. She silently wished she was tall enough to punch them in the face, but she had to settle with smacking their heads around with her glaive. It would work for now, she supposed.
A battle right now of all times? Milieu gritted her teeth and took control of the nervous energy that had sprung forth like well spring. It was nerve wracking to be in a fght, and this was realistically one of the first battles that the Teen was participating in that was not a spar of some form. Narrowing her eyes, she dodged a fist and slammed her daggers into one o the thug's arms. They howled in pain and jerked backwards. Keeping a tight hold on the handles, she felt the daggers did down into the steel flesh until they were jerked out by her own hands.
The invite was quickly accepted. The more allies the better. Plus, they were all rather polite and acceptable in terms of his usual egotistical way of rating trolls. Pleased with the golden opportunity to perhaps expand his social influence, he hadn't expect them to get stopped much less harassed by some thugs. The quick actions to just... get into a fight was a bit alarming but well- they had just come from a rally of all things. He should be more ready for these sorts of things.
His mask in place, he sighed, tilting it slightly to make sure he was seeing things right.
These girls had just charged right at two drones, weapons and all, even though they could have maybe bribed their way out. Then he realized they might not have such funds and well.. he didn't either. That's what happened when he went out under disguise. Pulling out his weapon, stolen from a hive he'd tresspassed in of all things, the blue blood teen looked for an opening- or at least a moment he'd not hit one of his companions. It wouldn't do to help any fostering alliances to well, hit them in the middle of a fight.
"Pardon me ladies." A flick of his wrist and the whip connected with a distinct crack. He even managed to smirk. He'd kept far enough to not get hit.
Watching her friends attack the thugs with her almost brought a smile to her face-- sure, it was violence, but the fact that they were so willing to fight for her stood. Watching them, it was almost like they weren't even trying-- everyone was hitting them with strength and agility. Trying herself to do the same, Vremea ran at them, slapping one with the hilt of her scythe-- until... she realized she only hit one of them? Soon after, she felt the thugs on both side of her, and-- one grabbed her hair. Oh no, crap, crap, crap! With a loud yelp, Vremea bent to their hand, watching the other thug quickly saunter up to her and begin punching her like a mad man. "Stop it-- stop!" The yellowblood exclaimed in fear, feeling the hand in her hair readjust their grip, getting the yellowblood to let out a terrible scream. "Let GO of my HAIR!" Vremea squirmed, manner of speaking changing drastically, more desperate and sounding a lot more foreign. She was struggling, trying to get out of the thugs grip of steal. She wasn't able to get out of this-- she knew she wouldn't. She-- she needed to escape, to do something, it was caught in their hand, their-- their disgusting, grubby hands...! She'd die with their hands in it, and by now, she wasn't even feeling their fists thwumping against her body-- she was just thinking of a way to escape, some form to run the hell away...
What if I cut it?
The thought jumped her at random, and her mind instantly categorized it as a bad idea. Maybe she could wait for one of her friends to hit them and get off? No, she couldn't depend on them like that-- they had to run, while she took care of this. I can still fight. She just couldn't right now with his hand in her hair...
The choice was obvious.
Grabbing her scythe, the yellowblood quickly slid it under her hair, where the man had his grip. With eyes squeezed shut, she quickly flicked her wrist, feeling the weight that was pulling on her suddenly disappear. It felt like an eternity, but passed by in a second-- one minute there, the next, gone. It was then that she realized-- no way... she had actually cut her hair. The hair that she'd spent sweeps trying to grow, to fix to make herself look like that porcelain doll she'd found so many sweeps ago. She... she'd done it. I actually did it. With trembling hands and legs, Vremea darted away from the thugs, heading to the familiar company of her friends, wanting to cry-- but not letting herself, gritting her teeth and looking like a battle-hardened warrior in those seconds. She stood up straight, with confidence, for once, holding her scythe with a firm hand, ready for the kill. Although she didn't feel ready to attack them again, just yet, she felt stronger, some how-- like... like she'd grown somewhat.
Maybe... it was for the better.
HP: 19 - 4 = 15HP Support Power Style A (1) Support Artifact Style A (1)
"Vremea!" Odette shouted, trying to push the thugs aside, but to no avail. She couldn't even see her moirail, much less help her in this situation. But suddenly, one of the thugs heaved back, nearly toppling Odette in the process. In his hand was a large clump of hair, and there was no doubt of who's it was. Odette turned in shock to her friend, who seemed so different without her hair.
"Your- your..." Odette fumbled with her words, still trying to process the events. "Your hair!" No sooner had Odette spoken her words that one of the thugs picked her up and threw her against a wall. She wrestled with the thug's bulky hand, but to no avail, only giving him some minor bruises and scratches in comparison. She growled, but in a shrill, squeaky way that the thugs thought was adorable.
"Mili!" Odette shouted to her tealblood friend, "Help Vremea, she's-!" Odette was cut off as the thug threw her against the wall one more time, chuckling as he did.
Vremea!? Whipping around, Milieu stared in horror as the thugs began to pummel her friend. They had a hold of her hair. If the troll could, she'd be growling now in rage, her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. They'd stoop so low?
It happened so fast. One minute Vremea was caught the next minute she was free and... Her... Hair.
It was so short and. It looked so beautiful. Breath taking. They were in the middle of a battle, yet Mili's guard dropped as she gazed at the yellow troll. Who knew a hair cut could accentuate already gorgeous eyes and cheekbones? A faint teal blush brushed across her cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze. Right. Fighting first, gawking later.
Lunear wasn't sure what he could have done differently to help, he was barely able to control the whip still, and while sure he was tall, he wasn't bulky or strong, he was fair.. average for his blood. Yet still he tried to focus and fight and get some sort of damage on the drones who seemed fine with underhanded play-
"Your pumpbiscuts are blacker than your caprice to target a young troll's locks. However-" He looked to Vremea's new cut, and to the other's reactions, smiling at Milieu. "that seemed to be exactly what was needed to unlock a troll's true quadrant!"
He lashed out to hit them both in the face with his whip- like any true gentletroll would.
