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medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 8:36 pm
He pulled up his scarf the moment she called it, though he still violently shrugged off more bugs until they began to grow lax. As the horseman focused on Chel, he fumbled for his torch (cursing, coughing, finding it difficult to locate the correct switch) and eventually it roared to life with a fiery glow that forced him to squint.
Against the smoke it wasn't much, but now they could have a better sense of their bearings, albeit temporarily and through the translation of flickering light. Jack wasn't afraid of the dark, but if it eliminated or made difficult the horseman's ability to blend into it, all the better. Smoke was the tactic for stopping, but fire would be the means of killing.
hp: 34
damage: using runic torch
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 9:21 pm
With the fire lit, most of the bugs receded and her vision cleared; it wasn't so disconnected, so broken. Her target was clearer, present.
It made it a lot easier to rip down the frontside of the shadow with both daggers, drawing out a blackish subtance Chel would have ascribed as blood. It made it a lot easier to pay that war horseman back in full in the form of another figure.
More importantly, it made it easier to give herself the motivation to break Merlin's mental shackles and focus on what she needed to do.
HP: 26/50
DMG: 13
Target: Famine
War HP: 0
Famine HP: 30
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 9
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 10:04 pm
There was a great relish in the sound of bugs burning as he swung. In the torch's light, they could see that this horseman was more skeletal than anything else, with bugs creeping from in and out of its desiccated body from what looked like pustules; had he not been intent on fighting, Jack might have gagged at the sight. The meteor hammer it swung was shaped like a giant scarab with a spiky exterior, and he nearly lost his runic bracing his sword against the onslaught. His hands were growing numb taking these heavy hits, and dual wielding was not his specialty.
Distantly, he compared the silence in their fight to the banter of his spars. Breath could only be wasted when it wasn't serious.
hp: 29
damage: 8 + 2 (1/2) = 10
charge: 3
famine: 20
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 10:08 pm
Chel felt her strength waning, but Tenebrae informed her that she still had < at least 42.0000% left > in her shield. She wasn't exactly counting the numbers; that was Tenebrae's job.
But she was surprised at how quickly this was moving. Jack was graceful with his sword strikes, and while she was clumsier with her daggers, she was fierce and found holes that Jack left. Twice he swung close to hitting her, but she somehow found ways to duck fluidly out of the way without needing to say much of anything. The "oy watch it" or the "nice hit" was all implied in her silence, in the way she orbited around Jack rather than interfering with him.
She tried not to focus on what the horseman looked like under his cloak of darkness. She'd fought things far more disgusting and way craftier (no pun intended), so it wasn't anything more unpleasant than blocking it out and tucking it away somewhere she couldn't think about it.
HP: 21/50
DMG: 7
Target: Famine
War HP: 0
Famine HP: 13
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 11:10 pm
There came a nasty crack, and at first Jack thought it was the sound of the horseman's weapon knocking his torch out of his grasp, or the belated noise of how both had come crashing against his face from the swing first, but it wasn't either: a second later, white hot pain shot up his arm, and he grit his teeth so hard he was sure he had cracked at least one. Something was either completely twisted or broken, he couldn't tell in the dark. The torch was flickering and his glasses were knocked to god only knew where.
He stumbled back and heard another telltale crack under his boot that answered it for him.
A snarl left him as, vulnerable and driven by both rage and pain, he stabbed into thin air.
hp: 22
damage: 0 +2 (2/2) = 2
charge: 3/3
famine: 11
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 5:46 am
Chel turned Jack's miss into a feint; as soon as the blade had missed, Chel was there, using the horseman's dodging momentum against him. She flowed under the swing of the sword and sliced across pustules and darkness in an upwards arc that knocked the horseman back. She wasn't doing much better than Jack damage wise, but ******** if she wasn't ready to cover his gaps.
Insects crowded her view shortly after and crawled along her skin leaving tiny, minute cuts that would later be healed over by Tenebrae with ease, but right now stung like a swarm of bees had gotten her. It lit her skin up a dull red that would later fade, but for now made her look very much like a chicken pox patient.
But she got a second swing in, and a third and a fourth; she got in as many as it took Jack to get his bearings. She would buy him that time.
HP: 16/50
DMG: 8
Target: Famine
War HP: 0
Famine HP: 3
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 9:47 am
For one moment he snapped. He didn't lash out into the darkness again, logic overriding instinct, but he followed the sounds of battle, the hum of bugs, and the glow of runes and eyes. Chel kept it moving was the problem; his first strikes hit air and then the chain that connected its weapon, and with every failed attack Jack felt his indignation grow. Rune light streaked through the air and left after images that confused him further, and the meteor hammer struck him full force in the chest as it tried to create a whirling barrier between it and the pair.
So he trade his usual precision for something more blunt. The moment he felt his sword impede the spinning chains, he yanked the horseman forward (it was clear he would not get to it fast enough on his own) and ran it through, twisting the blade and rewarded with a rattling shriek and the snap of bones. Bugs escaped the new hollow as pus like blood spilled onto the floor, but they were too listless to damage anymore; they and what had infested the battlefield before began to fade with their master's fall, some crawling feebly for a short distance before dissipating into Fear particles.
Jack dropped his sword and hissed with pain as he clutched his arm, breathing harshly as he felt around it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 11:20 am
Chel's dagger had been lodged in the horseman's clavicle, and for a split second Jack almost ran her through. His hit was sloppy, it wasn't the usual tight arc and she underestimated its radius. But it accomplished it's purpose, and she had to admit she enjoyed the panic in it's eyes as it realized it was dissipating for one final time.
Her grin widened from ear to ear and she re-sheathed her daggers. It wasn't a leap to say they were both exhausted, having fought not one, but two insane battles nearly in a row with only a short reprieve in between (even less time if one was counting the mental space).
But Jack was holding his arm and Chel immediately pulled out her bandages for him. Owain dissipated below her feet, slowly returning to it's braceleted form on his wrist. "C'mon move your hand," she urged him. "You ********' show off." Chel was more than a little tinged that he'd gotten both the kills.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 11:37 am
Hissing something not quite in English, he removed his hand and tugged his scarf up, ready to fit it into his mouth. The pain exhausted him faster than the battle had; his left ulna had been knocked out of place, and the misshapen lump of his arm was easy to identify. Porting out straight to the infirmary occurred to him, but he was practically blind, bloodied, and knew if he went there now he wouldn't be allowed back in Athens. His pride was wounded enough; not even three kills registered as a point for his ego in that moment.
"Might want some light first," he murmured between pants.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 12:46 pm
Chel first guided Jack to sit on the ground, as a single run of her fingers down his skin told her that all was not well and it was going to take more than a few bandages. Then she at least wrapped the bloody part up with the bandages, because it was something.
When it came to the bone she had no idea what to do. She gently felt along it, trying not to panic at how loudly Jack hissed and how tightly he bit into his scarf, but she identified it at least as "out of place." She murmured an, "I'm sorry," for the damage but at least she knew what exactly was out of place now.
"Hang tight," she instructed him, giving him one of her hands to hold if he needed it, and if not then to stroke his thigh while she texted someone important. Her eyes screamed as she looked at the bright light and she got blood all over the keys, but this was important. She ignored the pain of moving her fingers so nimbly and did what needed to be done.
After the initial texts of why don't you have a moon out there anyways I hope you bleed out, Chel eventually got the information out of him while protecting Jack's privacy status as the injured, feigning that it was her own injury in case Jack's pride was at stake (which she assumed it was). "Jack ..." she said hesitantly, putting the phone in her pocket. "You better lay down."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 12:50 pm
He didn't want her apologies, he just wanted to get this damn thing in a splint. So Jack complied, teeth embedded in his scar as he winced his way down to the ground. As an afterthought, he picked his phone out and turned the flashlight option on, eyes barely a crack open as he turned the light on his other arm.
It felt more productive than squeezing the life out of Chel's hand.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 12:56 pm
"First off, if this is wrong you blame Finn." She nervously sat over his body, wanting to both pin his legs down from accidentally kicking her in the face and to make sure she had a better vantage point for what she had to do. "Second off, this is normally done with sedation."
Her fingers moved as she spoke, not wanting to make Jack spend any more time in pain than he had to. Her head was numb and her fingers were shaking at the idea of messing something like this up, but she had to do it. Nobody else could.
Her thoughts came rushing in of course, amplified like a megaphone by Tenebrae. < You've always been bad at medical, that was always Chris' job wasn't it? > <You know I bet if you moved it just a smidge too much, you could break it for good. You break so much else Chelsea. >
She took a deep breath, and then she began forcibly moving the bone back into place. It should lock into place, she recalled, albeit Finn had said it with much more sass to his texts. It won't feel good even after it's in place. That takes rest and proper care. Her breathing was heavy and she tried not to cry by how much she could hear from Jack's end.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 1:16 pm
He knew that, he ******** <******** muffled, Jack's cries of pain seemed to reverberate with a dull him around the dilapidated area. He jerked under Chel and his clutch on his phone became white-knuckles and shaky; sweat collected on his brow and neck, and his vision grew spotty. Only by focusing solely on keeping the light straight was he able to function beyond being a ******** useless patient, which he couldn't abide by while he was still conscious, pain or no pain.
Owain's attempts to soothe him—mint leaves and shady forests and the smell of pine—were rebuffed. The giant wasn't offended.
When the bone slipped back into place, the pain seemed to double. His eyes shut tight enough that he swore he'd liquefy them. It wasn't ******** fair: he'd done just fine on other missions, he lived through the ******** Sahara for several months for ******** sake. This was a joke. This was Jack ******** Hawthorn whining over a ******** broken arm and ******** broken glasses like he hadn't experienced so much worse before.
< Fractures, > Owain offered. < Too much exertion over too little a time period. We are not on the front line, we are not built for sustaining too many injuries at once. > Things his weapon continually healed up like it was nothing.
He couldn't offer Chel anything helpful beyond trying to be quiet, his head tilting back against the concrete as if to separate itself away from the pain.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 1:27 pm
Chel felt the bone connect as much as she thought it should have (Tenebrae was loudly laughing, occasionally peppering < Are you SURE it's in right? > between cackles). It scared her so badly she immediately got off Jack, as though touching him would break him.
She hunted for his glasses using the light of her cell phone, and while they were snapped the glass was still in tact and useful. It wasn't exactly a good fix, but she ripped off one of her many bracelets and undid the twine until it was a long string, which she then used to ply the pieces together, wrapping the bridge until it was stable enough. Then she pulled out marking tape and stuck the broken bits together as best she could.
Then she nervously moved back to where Jack was and set the glasses on his face for him. They sat lopsidedly and her anxiety only skyrocketed. She couldn't fix glasses, she couldn't fix an arm, she couldn't do anything right.
All the meanwhile her hands were shaking and her own limbs were bleeding. Sweat caked her face and kept her shirt stuck thickly to her chest, which was racked with worry. Jack kicking and fighting was one thing, but Jack motionless and pained was terrifying. "Take your time," was what she said. "F-Finn said it would take a while t-t'feel right, so we can wait 'fore we go back."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 1:35 pm
He didn't bother opening his eyes when she sat his glasses back down; as Chel's anxiety rose, so did Jack's irritation with himself—like the lopsided glasses were just an extra insult.
His breaths were labored for a while, mist mixing with sweat and giving him a slight chill as his battle fever died. When they grew less heavy, he managed to ask, "What about you?" It wasn't as if he was the only one taking hits, or at least now it was easier to remember with the fog of pain beginning to recede. "Mine're..." He blindly patted the pouch at his belt.
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