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Name:Rota
Level:1
HP:20

Boar HP: 50
-35 to all combat rolls
1-25 will turn to flee. Requires one round to prepare to flee, during which it will not attack, and a second roll in a row will confirm it leaving combat and escaping.
26-50: defend
51-100: attack (will attack party members at random. 51-100 can be split)

Rota walked nonchalantly through the undergrowth of the Gloomwood, tanking in all of the unfamiliar surroundings that encompassed the area. He felt as if adventure was around every corner, just waiting to be discovered, and then an unfamiliar p***k in the back of his head told him to move.

The Player noticed his HUD change from the standard one he had seen before, to one that was expanded, and he saw a health bar clipping through the bushes. he had known that combat was dangerous in ALICE since permadeath was what the game was built on, and felt that combat was fast approaching him. he had to move, NOW.

Rota leapt back as a wild boar charged out from behind a bush. He readied his stance, planting himself in the ground, ready to charge that boar back if it decided to attack or not. It was kill or be killed now, and despite a lack of training, he had to maintain his confidence. Without that, failure was assured. He leaned lightly forward, his right hand tightening on his sword, and prepared for what the savage beast had in store for him.

Roll 1 31 vs Roll 3 16(51-35)= hit confirmed

31-16= 15/4= 3+4= 7 Damage to Boar

Name:Rota
Level:1
HP:20

Boar HP: 23
-35 to all combat rolls
1-25 will turn to flee. Requires one round to prepare to flee, during which it will not attack, and a second roll in a row will confirm it leaving combat and escaping.
26-50: defend
51-100: attack (will attack party members at random. 51-100 can be split)


Rota charged the Boar once more, the tip of his sword grazing the ground on his left side as he ran to the left flank of the beast one more. With a shout of exertion he hefted his blade diagonally, as if connecting the lines of a right angle to make a triangle between he and the ground, bisecting the already existing wound on the boar. The boar let out a squeal of pain as its flesh was torn open again, albeit less effectively than before. This Boar appeared to be done running. It had gone on the defensive, and had been prepared for this assault.

The Player became nervous for multiple reasons. 1, he had visibly done far less damage to the Boar than last time, meaning that he couldn't count on damage being consistent in this game. 2, He could see that its health bar was just shy of what he could assume was 50% of its life, meaning it was getting close to dead. 3, it hadn't attacked yet, so he still didn't know the true power of this thing. 4, he had no idea if ALICE A.I. had a 'Pissy Boss' mode.

Rota readied his blade straight in front of him, the blade sitting between his two eyes much like the combat stance of Cloud Strife. This creature had not attacked him yet, and if it was getting more confident in this battle, then such action could be coming any time now.

((Alyx 1,2 | superboar 3,4))

Alyx HP: 196
Alyx AP: 5-3=2
thrust
Superboar: 100/100
SuperBoar: A large, wild boar, with razor-sharp tusks and a temper to match
HP: 100
-17 to all combat rolls
It will
defend 1-20,
attack 21-90 and
rage 91-100. During a rage post, the monster will attack with +20 attack, instead of any detriment.

As soon as he'd sent off the message, Alyx realized that he was still in combat. He sighed as his shoulders sagged. He didn't even wait for the monster to completely reform before he began to attack it, thrusting his sword powerfully into the cloud of crystal shards that was forming and waiting for the monster to materialize around his blade. With his shield strapped to his arm, he was free to raise his off-hand to massage his eyes softly. He always ran into the boars and bears that stood back up, but he'd had to slaughter dozens of spiders to get the trophy. Ironically, he was wearing nothing but spider equipment. How did that even happen? He guessed his luck was just way better with spiders.

((Alyx 1,2 | superboar 3,4))

Alyx HP: 190
Alyx AP: 2+14=16-3=13
thrust
Superboar: 87-1=86-35=51
2 for 2 | 1 for 1
SuperBoar: A large, wild boar, with razor-sharp tusks and a temper to match
HP: 100
-17 to all combat rolls
It will
defend 1-20,
attack 21-90 and
rage 91-100. During a rage post, the monster will attack with +20 attack, instead of any detriment.

61+35=96*1.5=144 attack
0
35-17=18 attack 9 defense
80=attack

144-9=135/4=33+2=35 damage to superboar, 1 poison damage per round for 3 rounds

18-0=18/4=4-12=blocked by heavy armor

Alyx cut straight through the boar's face, taking out one of its eyes and bisecting its snout. The boar roared and rubbed its face on the dirt. Alyx grinned and stepped forward as the boar was distracted, raising his sword and charging the glowing white light that would spell doom for this wretched creature. If he'd survived, it would have been left with a pretty intimidating and striking scar. He thought back to other games he'd played, and all of the interesting battlescars he'd seen carried by characters and monsters. This was how they'd happened. Battle. He had a thought that it may not have been quite so one-sided, though.

((Alyx 1,2 | superboar 3,4))

Alyx HP: 190
Alyx AP: 10-3=7-3=4
thrust
Superboar: 20-3=17-8=9
3 for 1 | 2 for 1 | 1 for 1
SuperBoar: A large, wild boar, with razor-sharp tusks and a temper to match
HP: 100
-17 to all combat rolls
It will
defend 1-20,
attack 21-90 and
rage 91-100. During a rage post, the monster will attack with +20 attack, instead of any detriment.

8+10+35=53*1.5=76
0
68-17=51 defense
1=defense

76-51=25/4=6+2=8 damage to superboar, 1 poison damage per round for 3 rounds

The boar realized its folly at the last possible second and moved into a defensive position, as if hearing the shout itself. It ultimately ground to a halt, presenting its side to Alyx and taking the sword's tip in its armored shoulder, deflecting most of the damage entirely. Alyx hastily thrust his blade toward the boar's head, aiming at the base of its skull, hoping to sever ts brain stem and move on to the next crisis. He just didn't have time for all this at this point. He'd finally been joined in the game by other players, and he had stuff to do. This fight was over, if he hit his target. He just had a couple seconds before he was free to leave.

Name:Rota
Level:1
HP:9

Boar HP: 18
-35 to all combat rolls
1-25 will turn to flee. Requires one round to prepare to flee, during which it will not attack, and a second roll in a row will confirm it leaving combat and escaping.
26-50: defend
51-100: attack (will attack party members at random. 51-100 can be split)


The Player smiled as someone came in and stood between the boar and him. he couldn't believe his luck, and it looked like the one who called himself Alyxandeyr was significantly more adept just by looking at his gear. "Thanks. I'll get this done" He turned off his OOC, and Rota's hair reverted to its normal black, and his eyes went back to crimson with scarlet pupils.

Rota returned to consciousness after a while of blacking out. When he came to, there was a guy in front of him coated head to toe in webbing and things that looked like they were ripped off of spiders. He paid him no mind at the moment. All that mattered to him was killing this boar. he removed his hand from the wound, and gripped his sword tight, ready to strike.