A Very MacTavish Modmas!

[Jericho Bellwether]

(2nd attack of day 6, Labtech)
Rubbing his eyes from the lack of sleep, Jericho moved to the fireplace where his now-thawed sword lay by the hearth. Unsheathing the blade, Jericho quickly slipped on his boots and moved out into the frigid night. Huffing from the n** of cold on his face, Jericho peered through fogged breath and blackness at the street before his home. His assailant was nowhere to be seen, but Jericho could sense him in the darkness. Shadows began to flitter all around him, and Jericho slashed at every one. Chuckling echoed from every side, but Jericho couldn't pinpoint the labtech's location. "Fight me you coward!" he roared into the frozen abyss. Turning back towards his home, Jericho froze as he walked right into the labtech, who was still smirking. "If you say so!" he chuckled, head-butting Jericho into the snow.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 7
Rolled Damage: 1

Attack = DENIED! gonk

Remaining enemy HP: 54  

[Jericho Bellwether]

Jericho stood shakily from the ground, gingerly rubbing his forehead. He hadn't expected an attack of the sort, but what worried him most was the power behind it. He could feel blood running down his face and his vision was severely blurred. "Having trouble, sir?" the labtech cackled. Growling, Jericho pushed himself to his feet and shook his head in an attempt to focus. His vision had begun to clear but the labtech was once again nowhere in sight. Backing up to the wall of his home, Jericho scanned the darkness before him for any sign of his target.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 2
Rolled Damage: 17

Attack = DENIED!

Remaining enemy HP: 54  

[Jericho Bellwether]

(2nd attack of day 7, Labtech)

Vision steadily becoming clearer, Jericho moved his eyes slowly from side to side, waiting for an attack. "Nervous, too, huh?" the labtech swooned from somewhere in the night. Suddenly materializing several feet before Jericho, the labtech let out a horrendous laugh. The man was built like an ox on steroids, and moved as quickly as the shadows. Lifting his sword, Jericho pushed off the wall and lunged at his opponent, who swiftly dodged the attack. "Too slow." the man chuckled, disappearing into the shadows once more.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 3
Rolled Damage: 11

Attack = DENIED! (No luck with the dice rolls lately!)

Remaining enemy HP: 54  

[Jericho Bellwether]

Sliding to a halt, Jericho peered nervously around him, unable to locate his enemy. Turning slowly about, Jericho was unable to do much more than swing at shadows as the Labtech faded in and out of view. It was almost as though he was being tested. Several times the labtech had attacked, but never with full force, and Jericho knew it. This opponent would be difficult, indeed.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 3
Rolled Damage: 8

Attack = DENIED!

Remaining enemy HP: 54  

[Jericho Bellwether]

(2nd attack of day 8, Labtech)

Swinging his sword where he could and parrying as many attacks as possible, Jericho slowly inched his way back towards his home, where there were fewer shadows in which the labtech could hide. As Jericho entered the pool of light spilling from his doorway, he caught a faint glimmer in the darkness. The labtech's glasses were reflecting the firelight from his home, giving away his position. "Found you." Jericho whispered, kicking a cobblestone out of place and rocketing it at the labtech's face. Caught off guard, the labtech let out a yelp as the cobblestone landed, a resounding crack echoing in the night as the labtech's glasses broke from the impact.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 12
Rolled Damage: 5

Attack = SUCCESSFUL! (Finally!)

Remaining enemy HP: 49  

[Jericho Bellwether]

Stumbling backwards, the labtech clutched at his face, cursing loudly. Catching his breath in this brief respite, Jericho smirked. The tables had turned. Deciding not to push his luck too much, though, Jericho opted to stick with ranged attacks, kicking several other rocks at the still cursing labtech. Impacting muscular flesh, every rock found its target. Roaring in pain, Jericho's enemy batted several of the next projectiles out of the air. The rock kicking was no longer going to fly (pun intended).

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 17
Rolled Damage: 12

Attack = SUCCESSFUL!

Remaining enemy HP: 37  

[Jericho Bellwether]

(2nd attack of day 9, Labtech)
Stepping back more into the doorway, Jericho brought his sword to the ready, awaiting his opponents next move. Roaring once again, the labtech rushed forward, swinging a haymaker at the same time. Unfortunately, due to the loss of his glasses, the labtech didn't notice the upturned cobblestones and tripped, landing on his already wounded face. Fighting the urge to laugh, Jericho shifted his stance, knowing defeat would soon come to his opponent.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 15
Rolled Damage: 1

Attack = SUCCESSFUL! (sorta)

Remaining enemy HP: 37  

[Jericho Bellwether]

Watching carefully as his opponent rose, Jericho tightened his grip on his blade. The labtech stood shakily for a moment before brushing himself off and removing a spare pair of spectacles from his lab coat. Just as the labtech donned the glasses, he seemingly disappeared. Before Jericho could move, though, the labtech reappeared in front of him, fist already swinging into Jericho's torso. The blow connecting, Jericho tumbled backwards into his home, hitting the wall on the opposite end of the room.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 10
Rolled Damage: 17

Attack = DENIED!

Remaining enemy HP: 37  

[Jericho Bellwether]

(2nd attack of day 10, Labtech)
Gasping to catch his breath, Jericho clutched at his stomach while his shakily picked up his sword. He hadn't even thought to expect such an attack. Before he could stand, though, the labtech was by his side. "You look cold. Maybe you should sit by the fire?" the labtech chuckled, kicking Jericho in his left side. Sliding across the floor, Jericho came to a halt by the hearth, in which a fire was still roaring. Groaning, Jericho pushed himself to his knees and slowly reached for a burning log.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 8
Rolled Damage: 14

Attack = DENIED!

Remaining enemy HP: 37  

[Jericho Bellwether]

Grasping the unburned end of a log in the hearth, Jericho slowly rose to his feet. His sword had been knocked from his hand when he was kicked, but he would not go through the rest of the fight unarmed. Hearing footsteps directly behind him, almost masked by the sound of snickering, Jericho took a breath in and spun quickly, swinging the flaming log in a wide arc through the air. Sparks and flames trailing long behind the makeshift weapon, a glowing trail formed briefly in a grand crescent around Jericho. Time seemed to slow as the log smashed into the labtech's shoulder, sputtering madly as the wood exploded into flaming shrapnel at the contact. Howling with pain, the labtech skidded sideways, time speeding up to catch itself. Following through with his swing, Jericho brought his hands together around the still burning club and readied himself for another attack.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 12
Rolled Damage: 16

Attack = SUCCESSFUL!

Remaining enemy HP: 21  

[Jericho Bellwether]

(2nd attack of day 11, Labtech)
The labtech, growling angrily and clutching his shoulder, stepped back from his opponent. Jericho smirked as this happened, glad to see his enemy retreating. Rushing forward, Jericho brought the log above his head, bringing it down hard at the labtech's face. Unfortunately, the labtech evaded the attack and, in round-house kick fashion, disarmed Jericho of his weapon. Stumbling past his foe, Jericho planted a foot and, spying his sword only a few feet from him, dashed for a new weapon.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 6
Rolled Damage: 18

Attack = DENIED!

Remaining enemy HP: 21  

[Jericho Bellwether]

Diving forward to evade any potential attacks, Jericho grasped his blade and rolled to his feet. Spinning around in a low crouch, Jericho brought up the sword, ready to attack. Fortunately, he had turned just in time, his blade grazing the labtech's left side as he rushed forward. Jumping in opposite directions, the two faced off. The labtech, though, was clutching his ribcage, obviously severely wounded. The fight was Jericho's, and all that was left was to deal the final blow.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 13
Rolled Damage: 19

Attack = SUCCESSFUL!

Remaining enemy HP: 2  

[Jericho Bellwether]

(2nd attack of day 12, Labtech)

Dashing forward, sword swept back, Jericho pushed the attack, swinging his weapon at the labtech's exposed neck. Genetically enhanced muscle structure or no, the attack would be nearly impossible to evade. As bare steel impacted flesh, Jericho roared with triumph, bringing an end to their battle. Standing silently except for his ragged breathing, Jericho gazed at his fallen enemy. Gambino would pay for his atrocities against Modmas and all of Gaia. He would pay dearly.

AC: 12
HP: 60

Rolled AC: 20
Rolled Damage: 4

Attack = SUCCESSFUL!

Remaining enemy HP: 0  

[Jericho Bellwether]

TIER 2 COMPLETE
TIER 3 STARTING IN
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FIGHT!

 

[Jericho Bellwether]

The sky was beginning to brighten as Jericho approached the crumbled ruins that were the base of Gambino Tower, he rolled his shoulders in anticipation. He had slept for perhaps two more hours before starting on his trek, and the cold was still holding from the previous day. His armor was coated with frost and the heavy cloak he wore did very little to guard against the biting cold. The battle ahead would be difficult, he knew, but Modmas had to be saved by someone. He had brought along his sword, but had also packed away a few other items as well, namely an extra katana and his dual pistols. As he entered the ruins, a wicked, half-mad laughter echoed through the broken columns. "YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME! I WILL BE AT GAIA'S CENTER ONCE MORE!" bellowed a gargantuan cloaked figure, perched atop the crumbling remains of a balcony. "LET'S SEE YOU TRY AND STOP ME!" Jericho roared in return, drawing his pistols and firing at the balcony. As bullets peppered the balcony, the wind gusted, carrying away an empty cloak. Crumbling from the damage, the balcony collapsed in a cloud of billowing dust, scattering light from the breaking dawn. Reloading the pistols with two of his remaining six clips, Jericho scanned the area, attempting to locate his target.

ENEMY: GAMBINO

AC: 16
HP: 70

Rolled AC: 7
Rolled Damage: 17

Attack = DENIED!

Remaining enemy HP: 70