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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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 Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:12 am
 HP: 5/40 Damage: -- Status: -- Charge: 0/3 Death From Above: < >
-->Tenya is thrown into the air when charged, and can spin so fast a wave will radiate when she hits a target.
Otto grinned. That attack had been amazing! His pride for his weapon grew even brighter. He braced himself for another attack once Ariane finally got to her feet. Of course, bracing himself did little. He grunted loudly at the impact, stumbling backward from the hit.
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Dragain rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:14 am
She took the chance to get another hit in; she was holding her weapon so tightly that she was sure the shape of the chains were imprinted onto the palms of her hands by now, but it helped her with the pain... Which was intensifying by the minute.
HP: 7/40
Damage: 4
Charge: 2/3
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:22 am
HP: 1/40 Damage: Status: SURRENDER Charge: Death From Above: < >
-->Tenya is thrown into the air when charged, and can spin so fast a wave will radiate when she hits a target.
Otto's body was thrust backward from another hit. He was getting wobbly now, it was getting harder to lift Tenya.
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Watch me..
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Point taken. Otto huffed, begrudgingly de-summoning his weapon back into a bangle. "Tch."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:33 am
She was about to hit him one more time when he desummoned his weapon - which prompted her to take a quick step back, eyeing him before doing the same.
"That was rather enjoyable," She mused out loud with a grin, resisting the urge to laugh, unwilling to put herself through more pain. Putting the necklace back around her neck, her grin widened, "Welcome to the Death faction, by the way, where our boss likes torturing his poor subjects as much as he likes putting hair products on his mane of glory."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:43 am
Mane of Glory? Otto managed a tired roll of his eyes. "Uh, thanks. I'm feelin' all kinds of welcome." Making all the friends. Never not.
"Now if ya'll excuse me, I got myself a headache. Thanks fer the drink." The Joy seemed to have worn off during the fight, now replaced with a headache and his usual sour attitude.
He gave her a halfhearted wave of his hand, and hobbled away off of the field, bound for his room.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 7:59 am
"Anytime," She grinned at the trainee, remaining where she was standing, giving him a wave as he walked away. She stood there until he was out of sight before stretching, and heading for the dorms as well.
'Oh? Must be the smell of sweet, sweet... Cookies.'
'And you are mine, Kintama.'
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