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starpatched rolled 2 20-sided dice:
19, 11
Total: 30 (2-40)
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 Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 6:54 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:18 pm
HP: 20/20
Dice Roll 1: 7 - 2 = 5 damage
After the last fight, Fettelite was surprisingly disheartened by his battles. Why was everyone so up tight and mean all the time? Sure, okay, they were a military like organization, but even he had seen the old movies that cadets and team mates would try to get along and have friends every now and then.
Alas, when he entered the ring, he had low hopes for anyone to be willing to a friendly fight, rather than absolute murder. He even felt like kicking the ground beneith his boot and just quietly pouting, protesting wanting to fight at all if everyone was going to be super murderous about it.
Yet the moment he saw his opponent, he perked up, expression curious and almost a little excited. This man, Wardite, was part of his team! They hadn't really talked much, but he was someone he recognized, and really hoped would be more friendly than some of the others he encountered thus far. With a smile he shook his pompoms, almost doing a little cheer to the other before the fight began.
"Let's make this a good fight, okay?" Fettel's cheerful voice rang out before the flag came down marking the start of the battle. In an instant, he charged forward, trying to take the fight much more seriously than last time, and aimed at the other's ankles. He slid down a bit, allowing his pants to get dirtied and maybe a little roughed up in favor of knocking Wardite down a bit. A sliding kick! That was cool right? And just like one would slide into home base, he'd slide to victory!
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Torvil rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:34 pm
HP: 15/20 Dice Roll 1: 5 - 2 = 3 damage Wardite was still pumped from his prior win, and feeling more than a bit cocky about it. When Fettel's cheerful voice reached him, Wardite grinned and gave the other male a playful salute. He remembered being introduced to the kid - but beyond that he knew little, just that he belonged to the Wardens and that made him technically off limits for proper hazing. Oh well, maybe this fight would be a little... He saw the flag go down and then the kid was off like a rocket, sliding into him and throwing him backward and onto the ground with a rough rattle of teeth as he landed. "Well - if you wanted to be serious, you might have told me before hand," Wardite grunted as he rolled to his feet, staying in a low stance. "Here I was thinking you just wanted to play slaps." With that he launched his own attack - scooting forward to launch a kick of his own at the other male's hip.
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Kapoodles rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:37 pm
HP: 17/20
Dice Roll 1: 7 - 2 = 5 damage
Dice Roll 2: 1 - 2 = 0 damage
"Oh, shoot were we not supposed to be?" Fettelite tried to get up, still smiling but found a foot hit him in the hip in the next moment.
"Gack!!"It hurt, and it hurt for a while, hitting right on that bone, causing him to squawk and roll away out of range. And while he was successful at rolling away and getting back to his feet, it made his own attempt at an escape kick miss.
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Torvil rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:46 pm
HP: 15/20 Dice Roll 1: 5 - 2 = 3 damage Dice Roll 2: 6 - 2 = 4 damage Wardite jumped back just out of range of the kick thanks to the roll out of range, and he gave a small laugh. "Well I mean - the whole point of this is to stomp each other into the ground yeah?" He shifted his stance, bouncing on the balls of his feet, as he gave a few playful air punches in Fettel's direction. "But, since you're part of the team - I'll go easy on you, eh?" He darted in then, throwing a few more punches - they were all body shots - intended to be "easy" to dodge - but still packing force behind them because, well, God forbid he get yelled at by the warden's for going "easy" on the new kid.
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Kapoodles rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:49 pm
HP: 13/20
Dice Roll 1: 7 - 2 = 5 damage
Dice Roll 2: 1 - 2 = 0 damage
Dice Roll 3: 5 -2 = 3 damage
"I dunno about stompin' into the ground but.. Hehe, we'll do our best!" And his best meant trying to dodge a few of the body shots but feeling just enough of them hit him that he stumbled back a bit further, quickly rubbing a hand up and down the surely bruising skin. He wanted to yelp and go 'ow!' and whine a bit, but that wasn't very cool was it? Wardite was his teammate so he still wanted to try to impress them. Maybe it if went well enough Wardite would want to hang out with him outside of this! That would be fantastic!
Riled up by the potential of making an actual friend on his team, Fettelite swallowed his whines and gave a smile, grabbing the front of his teammate's coat and pulling him down hard onto his knee, trying to bury it right in between his ribcage.
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Torvil rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:00 pm
HP: 12/20 Dice Roll 1: 5 - 2 = 3 damage Dice Roll 2: 6 - 2 = 4 damage Dice Roll 3: 4 - 2 = 2 damage The knee to the ribs hurt enough for Wardite to cuss a little, spitting out a few choice ones as his own hands reached up to grab the other male by his own lapels. He dug his fingers into the fabric and brought his mouth to the his ear, dropping his voice to a low whisper. "Oi, keep this up and I'm gonna think you're being serious," He said with a soft - winded chuckle. "Guess I need to show you what serious looks like..."He pulled back his head, and then quickly shifted his arms, locking the other boy in a body grapple as he stepped on the other male's instep in an attempt to sweep his legs and bring him down.
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Kapoodles rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:15 pm
HP: 11/20
Dice Roll 1: 7 - 2 = 5 damage
Dice Roll 2: 1 - 2 = 0 damage
Dice Roll 3: 5 - 2 = 3 damage
Dice Roll 4: 5 - 2 = 3 damage
Only part of Fettelite expected to be grabbed back, and it was pretty easy to pull him down by surprise. Not a single part of him expected the whisper, and he'd be the first to admit that it sent a nervous and not all that disliked shiver down his spine.
It was distracting in every sense of the word and Ward managed to get him right proper in that grapple and got him down to one knee. But that wasn't quite enough to get him all the way down, and with his free leg, he shifted his weigh and tried to force Ward's legs apart into quite the painful split.
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Torvil rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:35 pm
HP: 9/20 Dice Roll 1: 5 - 2 = 3 damage Dice Roll 2: 6 - 2 = 4 damage Dice Roll 3: 4 - 2 = 2 damage Dice Roll 4: 8 - 2 = 6 damage He hissed as his legs were forced into an awkward angle, and so he forced himself to release Fettelite, moving his hands down so that he didn't pull his groin - something he would like to avoid given how much he'd heard it HURT - and allowed himself to fall back onto his back, bringing his legs back together and then bringing his knees up to his chest. He kicked his legs out HARD, aiming square for Fettelite's chest, his feet flying toward the other man in a hard mule kick.
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Kapoodles rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:38 pm
HP: 5/20
Dice Roll 1: 7 - 2 = 5 damage
Dice Roll 2: 1 - 2 = 0 damage
Dice Roll 3: 5 - 2 = 3 damage
Dice Roll 4: 5 - 2 = 3 damage
Dice Roll 5: 5 - 2 = 3 damage
It was going so well! He was having fun but one well placed kick right into his chest sent him flying back, skidding across the ground and finally stopping a good number of feet away. This time he couldn't hold back the tears forming in his eyes from the pain, and stayed curled up, clutching at his chest for a few moments, coughing and gasping for breath.
The pain was just a little too much for the moment, and it was unlike anything he had ever felt before, as this was his first real powered fight, and he was caught good this time. Sure, as a civ, he was used to being beaten up and stomped on but this, this was just a whole new level of pain.
Before the ref could count him down permanently, he struggled to his feet with his hand still clutching at his chest. Maybe a rib had been broken, or maybe two because that stinging pain just wasn't going away.
He couldn't stop now though, not when he was so close to impressing Wardite. That was working, right? No one wanted to see someone cry like a little baby on the battle field, so he gulped back any whimpers he had and forced a smile, even if tears had started to fall. A quick wipe of them away and then Fettelite charged right back in, throwing a pompom at Wardite's face before following up with a punch aimed at his face.
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Torvil rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:58 pm
HP: 6/20 Dice Roll 1: 5 - 2 = 3 damage Dice Roll 2: 6 - 2 = 4 damage Dice Roll 3: 4 - 2 = 2 damage Dice Roll 4: 8 - 2 = 6 damage Dice Roll 5: 7 - 2 = 5 damage Wardite had kicked back onto his feet after the kick had sent his foe skidding, standing up fully and getting back ready into his attack stance when he just... stared at Fettelite laying on the ground. He was... fairly certain he hadn't hit him in the face - so it wasn't like he'd knocked his a** out, and the kid was making sounds on the ground... Was it possible he was just... A wimp? Possible - probable even. Wardite filed this away for later information. It explained why the Warden's watched this one like a hawk. If he was... soft... then maybe he'd be easy to use. He'd have to talk with Piy about it. The pom-pom to his face distracted him from his thoughts, and as he sputtered and attempted to toss it aside he felt the fist smack him upside the jaw and his head rocked back, causing him to stumble back. He wiped the blood from his split lip, shaking it off his hand as he grinned. "Alright, now its a fight..." He said with a wide grin, moving in swiftly before pivoting on his foot to snap a hard kick against Fettelite's side, trying to get the toe of his boot to nail him right in the kidney if he could.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:59 pm
HP: 0/20Though the punch landed, the recoil form it sent Fettelite stumbling backwards, panting and coughing again. His lungs were killing him, and he could just feel the heat from his chest welling up as deep, dark bruises began to form under his uniform. Right before the new kick came and made contact with his already hurting side, he tried to smile.
Then the pain came, and it knocked him right off his feet. This time, he couldn't get back up or hold back the pained cry as he clutched the place where Wardite's foot made contact. He clutched and cringed and let out a pained sob, knowing he was embarrassing himself and knowing that he would just be targeted for being such a wuss. Try as he might, he just wasn't ready for this kinda pain or fighting. And though he tried to get up, he immediately vomited, blood lacing it and he collapsed forward. It was done, the fight was over.
More than anything else, he felt such disappointment for failing to impress anyone. Who would be impressed by a crying mess on the ground as a medic came by to carry him off, not out of kindness but out of the need to clear the field?
And for once, he was silent, and his smile was gone... With the damage done to him, he'd be out for at least a week, he was sure.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 7:53 am
 Aurostibite stepped forward.
"Round two, over. Well done, lieutenants."
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