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Beejoux rolled 2 20-sided dice:
3, 10
Total: 13 (2-40)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 4:22 pm
 Deus Hunter Tournament: ROUND 1
Finn Conner vs. Jordan Miller
Player # - Jordan - Has INITIATIVE!Level Select: FIELDRemember: - No artifacts, runics or charge attacks! - The battle lasts 48 OOC hours (based on first attack within 24 hours of thread creation) IE: I make the thread at 8am, player 1 posts at 8pm... thread ends 48 hours from 8pm. - I have rolled initiative FOR YOU! - Have fun!
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 9
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 4:28 pm
Jordan nodded to Finn, sizing him up. He didn't know the man well, and he didn't think he'd seen him fight. This would be new and interesting. Ferros made a faint grumbling noise in the back of their head, still slightly disgruntled about not getting to use charges; Jordan reminded him that it made the fights fairer, without the wildcard effect of the varied types of charges. He moved without warning, lunging and swinging Ferros in a wide sideways arc. HP: 60/60 Dmg: 6
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 5:14 pm
For not the first time in the last few days, Finn wondered just what the ******** he had gotten himself into. He wasn't some fresh faced trainee, anymore, out to make a name for himself or to prove a point. He was a full fledged hunter, that had worked hard for his position and for his specialization, of which was in no way at all related to god damn fighting and flouncing around swinging his weapon in some stupid ******** attempt to make himself look cool. So why, again, was he even doing this??He had to remind himself that it was mostly because he was very aware of his own faults and shortcomings, and that fighting was not his forte. He had let his training in that regard slide, mostly because he had been much too focused on much more important things. Like learning to become a surgeon. And anyways, it wasn't like it actually mattered, at this point. He was here, in some broad expanse of field, with some other hunter he barely knew, who was wielding some ungodly large and dangerous looking hammer. The other man came at him quite suddenly, and Finn, truly not well versed in the art of battle, did what came more naturally to himself, and raised his weapon in a futile attempt to deflect the blow. Cursing under his breath when he felt a solid strike against his shoulder, he returned with a feeble counter swing. He sincerely hoped that none of his so called "friends" showed up to watch this and mock him. HP: 54 Damage: 2
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 5:24 pm
One of Finn's (and Jordan's) so called "friends" was there, not just to watch, but to oversee the spar as well. To oversee all the spars, but that was beside the point. Peyton was standing at the edge of the robed off ring with a whistle hanging around her neck and gnawing on a bright pink piece of some fruity bubblegum. She blew a bubble as she watched Jordan and Finn dive right on into it, humming faintly to herself in delight. It'd been a a very long time since she'd gotten to see either of them fight, let alone go head to head with either. When the bubble popped he drew the sticky gum back into her mouth before cupping her hand around it and shouting. "Come on boys, don't be disappointing!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 5:39 pm
Iskander was there to support his dad Finn - but because he was Iskander, he had to be a little s**t about it.
"HEY IF YOU LOSE I'LL TELL DAD TWO THAT YOU'RE GETTING OLD AND GRAY!"
Peyton received a cheery smile as well, even if he didn't know her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 5:49 pm
Regardless of Finn's wishes, Oliver heard his friend was participating in the tournament, and that was enough for him to leave the labs and make an appearance. Like himself, Finn was often more focused on division work than the fighting, so Oliver was certainly curious. Unlike the other onlookers, he was a quiet, attentive presence. It would be rude to be a distraction, and he could definitely learn a thing or two from both hunters.
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 1
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 5:59 pm
The point of the lance skidded along Jordan's arm in a shallow scrape, and Jordan hopped back out of range, circling. Grinning, he shouted back to Peyton, "We'll try not to!" There were a couple of other observers, and he hoped sincerely that the fight would go well for the sake of the pride of all involved parties. He raised an eyebrow at Finn, then moved in again, swinging Ferros almost lazily. HP: 58 Dmg: 5
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 6:17 pm
No such luck when in came to avoiding the arrival of the peanut gallery, than. "If you want me to put on a ******** show for you, Darling, then there better be something in it for me." He scowled, not looking back at Peyton but not needing to, as he recognized her voice immediately. And then came the child. Finn cringed. "Ya well, you were ******** adopted. Don't make me take you back to the pound." Or wherever it was mouthy children came from. Since Oliver was blessedly silent, Finn had no idea that he was there, yet. Another hit from a hammer, another weak a** and frustrating attempt at striking back. HP: 49 Damage: 1
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 11
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 6:45 pm
Finn didn't seem to be trying very hard to hit him, and Jordan couldn't tell if that was deliberate or not. He pushed the thoughts of spectators out of his mind; ultimately, if he let himself focus on the audience, it would just be a distraction. He took a long step forward, planted his foot, and spun, bringing Ferros around in an arc backed by momentum and muscle. The weapon rumbled with satisfaction, his runes lighting up. They couldn't use the charge, but it simmered heavy in their awareness. HP: 57 Dmg: 13
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 6:56 pm
Okay, right, time to actually focus. His opponent likely wasn't very impressed, and was probably becoming a bit bored of swinging his weapon around and around to wallop against a practically static figure that was barely doing anything to fight back in return. Another hefty hit struck him, and Finn, grunting, attempted to hold fast by digging his lance into the dirt at his feet, bracing himself against the blow that would have, surely, knocked him over if it wasn't for a little bit of quick thinking. Twisting the lance free, he spun it around the back of his neck in a rather fancy looking maneuver (what, he actually liked flinging his lance around like a bo staff, and had plenty of practice doing so over the years!) and with a spin of his fingers, twirled and swung his weapon around in a sweeping arc, hoping not only to distract Jordan with the spinning weapon, but to catch him off guard with the strike that followed. HP: 36 Damage: 9
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 7:36 pm
"I already know he's old and grey." Came a rather flat voice from behind the young Iskander. Ripley wouldn't have missed this, seeing his husband either kick a**, or get his a** kicked. Either way? He was going to have a grand old time.
"Kick his a**, baby!" He called, one hand in his coat pocket and the other cupped unenthusiastically by his mouth. Or don't, he added mentally, grinning.
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 7:45 pm
The lance swung in, considerably harder this time, scoring across Jordan's chest as he recovered from the momentum of his swing. It hurt, of course, but Jordan flashed Finn a quick smile, pleased that his opponent seemed to be taking him seriously now. He returned the favor with a sidestep and a low, sweeping swing that aimed for his opponent's legs. HP: 48 Dmg: 9
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 7:48 pm
"YOU CAN'T TAKE ME BACK TO THE POUND, I'M STUCK WITH YOU GUYS," Iskander yelled back, then heard a familiar voice behind him, turning around to grin at Ripley. He sidled over, elbowing his second dad guardian with a cheerful look in his eyes.
"He's old and gray but I guess that's kind of appealing," said Iskander. "Not many people can pull that off, right?"
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 7
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 7:57 pm
He was doing marvelously better than he had been, and part of that had been due to the attacks occurring in the silence in between the jeers and comments coming from the audience standing to the side. Which lasted all of 30 seconds if that. "Christ, kid. SHUT UP!" He yelled back at Iskander, a split second before he was struck just below the knees and was knocked to the ground with a whoomph of escaped air. <********>" He wheezed. This guy could hit, couldn't he? Probably sun division. This entire s**t show was probably just chalk full of sun hunters. Dazed by his fall but not so out of it that he couldn't roll back to his feet in a hurry, Finn stood crouched, weapon held at the ready. He tried to ignore the crowd, still, but one voice, one very important voice that he would never be able to ignore cut through anyways, and something within Finn tightened, tense, his jaw clenching. Maybe hearing Ripley, actually cheering for him, in public, was just enough to bolster him and make his next attack, as he lunged forward with the very pointy end of his weapon aimed at his opponents chest, count, while stating, in loud and pointed words that hopefully his dearest husband and awful teenaged delinquent could hear, "I am not old and gray." Baby. HP: 27 Damage: 12
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:13 pm
The symbol on Jordan's coat indicated that he was, indeed, in Sun. He didn't manage to move out of the way in time, and the lance struck solidly, driving him back several steps and knocking the breath out of him for a few moments. He glanced briefly to their audience, in spite of his previous resolution to ignore them; was that Finn's partner, cheering for him? That was ... probably encouraging. He shook his head and struck back with a quick, short swing, irritated at himself for getting distracted. HP: 36 Dmg: 7
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