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Rejam rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:05 pm
He made the mistake of trying to stand up, put his weight on both his feet. The resulting swell of head-clouding pain did nothing (could do nothing) besides fuel the anger.
Franklin HP: still 17.
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:06 pm
Franklin scrambled and scrabbled, and the force of his hands kept Kostya's at bay.
For now.
hp// 40/40
dmg// 0
franklin// 17/30
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Rejam rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:07 pm
Uninjured and under his own steam Taym would have had an easy time dispatching the weakling of a Hunter.
Then again, if he'd been under his own steam, he wouldn't have been trying to.
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:10 pm
Franklin had swiped out with a leg, catching Kostya in the calves, resulting in a sharp snarl.
hp// 40/40
dmg// 0
franklin// 17/30
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Rejam rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:13 pm
--and a noise of vicious triumph from the back of Taym's throat when his fingernails found purchase once again, trying to yank the prize away from Kostya, greedy.
franklin HP is 15
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:13 pm
Digging in with his nails, twisting the wrist, and yanked.
hp// 40/40
dmg// 1
franklin// 14/30
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Rejam rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:13 pm
Taym crowed with sudden laughter as Franklin's recoil landed him directly in his arms, and he dragged him out of Kostya-punching-range so that he might have the satisfaction of hurting him all to himself, fist balled up and delivered with the usual Taymian speed and a very unTaymian enthusiasm.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:23 pm
The shock or awareness visibly hit Franklin like a hammer. Or, more accurately, a boney fist wielded by one who was very good at hurting people who had lost the reason, empathy, and guilt that often kept him from doing so. And for a moment he seemed to shrink and then expand as he leapt away, sprinting from them as fast as he could, which was quite a bit faster than either was capable of now, screaming at the top of his lungs. "NATASHAAAAAAAAAAAA HELP!" Franklin was suddenly other. Suddenly worse than simply weak: he was not like them. The urge to chase and rend was extremely compelling. They were in a dark forest of twist and turns and pitfalls and there was prey running loose. But which would draw them more? The immediate fight or the one steadily gaining distance?
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:44 pm
Kostya howled and snarled and was little more than a vehicle for destruction, and he took aim from a distance and fired. It would be the only chance he got before the prey escaped. It missed, and ricocheted and faded into nothing.
He turned to look at Taym-- at ally but not, at the equally strong but damaged-- and stared.
There was a din closing in. There was a weak thing on the loose. There was an enemy before him. Kostya coiled, poised to strike again.
hp// 40/40
dmg// 0
charge/ 1/3
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Rejam rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:46 pm
There was a taut, wary moment of silence broken by the rabbit's fleeing footballs and by Syntax's electric whine, and then, abruptly, by Taym, still on the floor from where I just decided Franklin must have shoved him over shut the ******** up, reaching out with a whip-quick hand to snare Kostya's ankle and bring him down as well.
It was beyond him to have cogent reasons for his hate, even if he had, before: there was no fleeting image of empty beds or lingering resentment, just an overarching powerful need to hurt the thing that was at hand, the thing that was closest, and not the thing that could so easily outrun him and deprive him of blood under his fingernails.
HP//40 I think
DMG//2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:59 pm
Kostya tumbled to the ground and snarled, the ability to compress the pain into less gone, replaced with the imperative to ignore it-- to disregard it, an ignored file type. He straddled Taym's chest and, with the muzzle of Syntax pressed to his cheek, fired a blast at point-blank range. The prey had run, and something else had struck. He longed to chase, but first, this one had to be put in its place.hp// 38/40 dmg// 6 charge/ 2/3
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:15 am
Breathing heavily, aching as the anger faded back leaving only pain and exhaustion and a myriad of things she was ignoring for now, America stared down into the pit where Bernice's form was already beginning to stir. it had been so hard, so very ******** hard, to just knock her down there. Even now her hands ached for the phantom weight of a chain pulling taut around the woman's neck, her body dropping only to struggle and then still. It'd have been quick.
The desire to finish the woman remained, even as she turned away, ear perked and body tense for any sign of Randall. There was a sense, that if she just completed it, that if she just killed them all and walked away, last Hunter standing, that she would win. What the prize was, she didn't know, but the idea had lingered for the past few days, as the red haze of violence came and went, gradually growing more insidious until sometimes it was hard to tell when she was under and when she was herself. The only real telltale left was the tears, frightened and lost and so very, very young.
America heard Franklin well before she saw him, and knew that things had gone horribly, terribly awry. She could not allow herself dread or sadness or worry, but she did allow herself a soft huff of laughter. The sort you make when there's no time to have yourself a little cry.
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Rejam rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:24 am
The rage made the pain irrelevant, to some degree, but it could not erase it, and as his head reeled back, some vaguely-sapient scrap of the brain that was still his own suggested: find a weapon.
He shifted, from trying to pry Kostya's eyes out of his sockets to trying to scramble loose.
HP//34
DMG//0
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its me debz rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:30 am
Taym had escaped from Kostya's grips long enough to grab at a trinket from the floor-- and Kostya knew-- he knew-- that it would only serve to make the threat a more deadly one.
Staggering to his feet, Kostya moved to chase, but his foot triggered a trap, and a brief explosion rocked him, sending a ringing through his head.
It was like waving red in front of a bull.
hp// 28
charge// 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:31 am
With a hanging mouth and furrowed brows, Kostya fired again, and again, and again.
He would show. His. Strength.
hp// 28/40
dmg// 9
charge/ 3/3
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