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The Anesthesia rolled 1 100-sided dice:
79
Total: 79 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 9:45 am
Character || Nera
Stage || Beast Charmer
Battling || [one] Gerru
Battle Stat || 30
Defense || 20
Roll Needed || 70-100
Rolled || 79
Outcome || WIN
Experience earned || 30
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 12:39 pm
Bette was greatly impressed with the young woman, not that she would tell Nera that to her face, the girl’s mother however was written a report the moment their training was finished. One week had passed since the last time the former-redheaded youth arrived in her care, she was bright. Almost too much so for her own good. Nera listened and followed instructions to the letter however there was some invisible tether that kept the noble from reaching her full potential. It was as if she had the means inside of her but her body refused to listen to her commands.
One foot after the other Nera found herself keeping her balance on the narrow beam of wood her trainer had setup as a sort of exercise for her to undertake. It was easy. At first. The longer she traveled the ply the slimmer it became until eight sets of flat rounded stones forming a new path. The odd-ball Oban named Bette set to having the younger woman run the course forward and backwards until she skated across the rocks and balance beam with ease.
Exhaustion tugged Nera in every direction. Her legs ached and her hands had the most annoying of blisters along the palm where she was made to hold her whip perpetually during practice. Eventually though the lessons drew to an end for the day and she was to approach the gerru brute that sank her bravada. The creature was just so big and--- terrifying--- awing really. Nera couldn’t help but feel as if the task of besting the beast was as vane as trying to catch the setting sun. It seemed an impossible feat.
She tried anyhow despite the odds.
Blood mixed with perspiration and a dazed stupor befell the masculine youth. Nera could feel bruises surfacing along her stomach and majority of her left side while her jaw and cheekbone screamed out as sand entered the open scratches. The fight it seem lasted longer than the training had, the gerru wasn’t going easy on the white-haired tamer even though she was bleeding and seemed to lack the energy she once possessed. It went without question that the beast was in a subtle shock when the petite Oban found the resolve to dash against his hide and climb onto his back, it wasn’t as if the tactic would help her at all yet when he found himself toppling over the gerru let out a startled noise and collapsed onto its side. The length of her leather thong coiled around his thick legs so that when he stepped forward he pulled himself off balance. Thirty feet of monster toppled into the sand causing a plume of grit to spray in all directions. General Talia was going to be so proud.
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