the question of his name was not exactly something damien wanted to get into. not when there was a set of white tiny creatures trying to tug on you and potentially rip out the fur from your tail.
which hurt by the way, it jacking hurt. "uh... lets save a full explanation of that for later, but you can call me damien for now, Miss Lizzy." he tried to tell back to the spider ghoul.
the moment of panic did nothing to save him nor his tail from the curious tiny creatures.
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Your Character's HP: 14/50
Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Bonus Battle Effect:Quote any battle effects (see above) used ie: the special Hunter division effects or the Horsemen /Medea bonus deal Runic Items OR Artifacts used: N/A Distortion used: N/A
Damage / Healing / Defending done: 0 Appearance: A puppy hound that wants to chew on your furniture. he loves green. and bacon. Elf HP: 8/25 Distance: 26
Toshihiko Two rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 7Total: 15 (2-20)
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 11:40 pm
Harrison refocused. He drew his ankle in, stabbing the elf- and that's what it was, he realized. On account of the jingly shoes. Right through the ******** throat.
He jammed B0nez in pretty good before pulling him free of the snow.
"No. No. ******** off.-" He remembered. Give up your friends. Fixing the wounded man. Julie. After this had been the door... Rep telling ******** you," he gritted out, stabbing it again for measure. And then a third time. B0nez's runes pulsed in the sea of white.
elf hp: 13/25 dst: 23
Your Character's HP: 50/50 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 (charge: 2/3) Bonus Battle Effect: Moon Hunters gain a +2 defense buff Runic Items OR Artifacts used: -- Damage / Healing / Defending done: Attacking Elf (-9)
Harrison is an Intermediate Moon Trainee, with a bleach-blonde buzzcut and scars across his jaw. Items carried: 1 set Runic bandages, 1 Selene's Spyglass (Runic Binoculars, does not sleep one week out of the month)
When Jake actually said thanks Ofelia was....pretty damn sure she might have misheard him or Jake was dying. There was no way on Earth that boy would ever say thanks to her and she just tried to shrug it off or maybe store it to memory forever and ever.
There was not much time for else though, the boss still needed to go, and after Sherry got in an amazing hit Ofelia followed up after. It was easy to hit a stationary target, they needed to try to do it as best and as fast as they could, and she tore into the beast with Rue .5 as many times as she could.
redheaded, one-eyed hunter wielding a set of blades knuckledusters. loud, proud, oddly properly attired for the current temperature levels hates horsemen with a passion and unafraid to show it. slightly more biased towards students, perhaps
currently swinging her weapon around like it ain't no thang
"Like what?" He demanded, practically yelling now. "If there's something you're concerned about or want to know, then please! Be my guest and ask away! I don't have anything to hide!" His anger, over the course of the day had already been steadily increasing. Bit it was the next comment that pushed him over the edge.
His glare intensified, while his teeth clamped together so hard, that his jaw hurt. "Is that what you think? Do you really?" He let out a bark of bitter laughter. "Trust me, Ren. If I didn't like you, you would damn well know it. Furthermore, I wouldn't be wasting my breath on you if that were the case." It took all his self control to keep himself from seizing hold of the gryphon and shaking some damned sense into him. Instead, he decided to take his anger out on the next best thing.
HP: 32/50 Target: Boss Damage: 8 Fear: Discharge ( Y1 swift strikes ), Charge ( Y2 the chill ), Divine Judgement ( Y3 gamblers chance ) Artifacts: x3 Peppermint Candycanes
Another shake and she let the elf drop to the ground, believing it to be dead or at the very least, taken care of. The lioness form the chieftain had taken then began to shimmer, it's tawny hide streaked with grey peeling away in a wash of yellow light to leave the tall amazonian woman standing in it's wake, looking almost exhausted from the effort it had taken to hold on to that form for as long as she had.
And that was when the blasted elf jumped back to it's feet and began pulling on her once more, dragging her closer to the vortex.
"SHIK!" She shrieked his name, and then winced. Did she just really call out to him for help? She had, hadn't she?
By all the gods, he was never going to let her live that one down.
Rep was still in his element, battle made him come alive. Here he could make a difference, he could control his life, he could help other people, there were no questions or doubts, just actions. He had to be careful though, Tracey was no precision weapon and he refused to strike Harrison as collateral damage of murdering the little elf b*****d.
The swing, when he managed it, was restrained and controlled, something he'd never have been capable of before. It reminded him of their spar on the training fields.
DISTANCE: 32 OWN ELF - Deader than a parrot. Attacking harrison's
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Name: William Reid Faction: Hunters - Sun HP: 27/50 DMG : 2 Charge: 1/3 Effect: Sun Intermediate +2 dmg Items : Runic Bandages - Unused, Waves of Oceanus - Unused Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
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[A.V.] rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 11:43 pm
He was about to turn his attack on the girl, when he noticed a hunter struggling an elf, his sash around her waist a dead giveaway.
Even with a weapon, he couldn't get rid of his own elf, so how was a frozen weaponless hunter supposed to do it. "Move." he muttered to Kat, swinging the tonfa down at her elf.
HP: 40/40 Action: Attacking Kat's elf Result: 1 dmg :T Remaining distance: 4 Elf HP: 10/25 Items:Tusk of Ares, hand torch, barrier daggers Blurb:5' 7" death trainee. Currently missing his sash.
Nidhogg was not pleased with the current meal. -THIS IS NOTHING BUT EMPTY CALORIES- the dragon voice roared when leon continued striking down the wall of white.
'i cant hear you nid, trying to save my life here, and yours too by the way."
The dragon was not amused.
Your Character's HP: 44/50
Fear/ Charges used:0/3 Bonus Battle Effect:Quote any battle effects (see above) used ie: the special Hunter division effects or the Horsemen /Medea bonus deal Runic Items OR Artifacts used:Write them here if applicable/ post the artifact image url Distortion used: N/A
Damage / Healing / Defending done: 5 Appearance: A rugged brunette hunter that wields a chainsaw and has a bristly demeanor, approach with caution. Elf HP: 4/25 Distance: 29
Only about two steps were taken before once again the witch fell in the snow, an angry shriek her gift to the world as she plummeted face first into the ice. Both hands gripped at the substance, slipped through and finally found the ground below in which to push herself back up. Naturally once Belladonna rose onto her knees she realized that a rather angry elf was about to kick her. Her cards were out with a swipe and though the elf caught her in the side, she caught it in a nice hit too. There was something in that, at least, as she tried to stand and only found herself tumbling backwards on unsteady feet. Though the elf was a concern, and those horrifically gorgeous crowns that she needed in her hands right now were definitely begging for her attention, Belladonna was at least aware of herself enough to realize she needed to find her friends. Her triangle was more important than the crowns (though a tiny voice told her otherwise) and if they needed help, she promised herself to be there. But where was Mort and Alexander and Sophie and well, everyone else as well? Shapes were all around but the witch couldn't really see in all the snow. "Mort? Alexander! Sophie? Freya? Is anyone nearby me?" Honestly Freya was really just a few feet behind her, but when the witch turned around, she could not find her wings in all this white or any bit of blonde hair. And after all, there was this horrid elf to deal with...
HP: 40/50 Damage: 6 Artifacts: 3x Peppermint 3x Shard Fear Attacks: Y3 Battle Cry; Y2 The Chill; Y1 Battle Cry Appearance:This only not at all happy ;3;
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Tiny babby tag for you should you wish to join our group! heart
It was more whack-an-elf goodness for Ariane, as she moved on to the next hunter elf she saw, bopping it on its head with one end of her balls-with-chain. It helped that this hunter had a pretty cute butt.
One day, she might even try to grab it.
Distance: 12 Elf: DED
Lex's Elf: 20/25 I think?!
Your Character's HP: 50 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: Death Hunters gain an evasion bonus. Subtract 2 for intermediate when calculating total damage done to them. Runic Items OR Artifacts used: N/A Distortion used: N/A Damage / Healing / Defending done: 3 to Lex's Elf!
He probably could have imagined it, if he hadn't been preoccupied with the damned elf. The damn thing just refused to give up and the more it tugged the more he was getting frustrated. Frustration which was then taken out on the creature at fault.
"Same goes for you!" He chanced a glance at the death hunter and grinned. Probably the first time in weeks. "I thought you would have been a shorter man by now."
Shik would never like short people. Except maybe the Imp. Shaheen also seemed to be in a tussel herself which was unfortunate, because having her call out to him would have been excellent taunt fodder. Later.
"BUSY!" he yelled back as he stabbed at the thing vehemently.
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Shikoba = 6'4" horseman of war Distance: 28 - 5 = 23 Elf HP: 15
Once again Stormy had to be rescued because she was probably the least prepared trainee in the world at the moment. No runic weapons, no artifact, just a bloodlusting, draconic hiss in her head, slightly wet pants, and a penchant for getting the attention of higher ranked people to help her.
"Thankyousomuch," Stormy squeaked as the two women attacked the elf. Even better, she remembered Patches! Ah, if only they were under better circumstances . . .
True to her dice rolls thus far, the trainee managed a stronger hit when she was in the company of her senpais. She was trying harder just for you.
Aymet slashed at the ghostly fog woman one last time before he turned away to see if anyone else had made it here that he recognized. He was supposed to protect them... he could fight the empty air all he wanted but it wasn't going to stop them from being dragged away into the darkness like everyone else.
Not that a certain part of him didn't seem to have a problem with that...
Ofelia was about to swing for the boss again when she noticed a certain pair of people she sort of liked ( she did like Harrison more than Rep ) having issues. Harrison was looking at Julie, his elf was pulling him, and Rep wasn't helping.
Rue .5 was tossed their way, the blades tearing into the creature like it wasn't no thing, and the teen tugged the bandage back and caught her weapon in her hand. Rue was actually...enjoying all of this, so long as she got her tastes of whatever she wanted, and her voice was singing merrily inside Ofelia's head.
redheaded, one-eyed hunter wielding a set of blades knuckledusters. loud, proud, oddly properly attired for the current temperature levels hates horsemen with a passion and unafraid to show it. slightly more biased towards students, perhaps
currently swinging her weapon around like it ain't no thang
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