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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:13 pm
The hit was nothing compared to Hel's words, and her tone of voice. That hit so much deeper than any of her attacks.
His heart fell, his confidence shattered.
He'd.. let her down.
His fists tightened on his weapon, his terra cotta gaze almost turning red.
He had not trained so hard for her to belittle his progress. Mot's pistols made an audible loading sound as he put a little more Fear into the barrels, pointing both weapons at the ghoul. He looked furious with her.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
HP: 4
Damage: 8
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:25 pm
Hel, honestly was experiencing quite a mixture of emotions. Relief, maybe, that she wouldn’t have to tell him…disappointment, because she seemed to have taken over the lead of this battle so quickly, sadness, because he’d have to go tell Lizzy how he felt after this…what if for some…crazy, insane reason she suddenly dumped Mac for him…? Hel had been caught up in these thoughts, but it was the loud click of two loading pistols that quickly made her snap out of it.
She stared at the pistols, and then glanced up at Mot, and her heart seemed to stop. Furious. That was all her mind registered before she felt quite a few shots get unloaded at her. The reaper let out a cry as the momentum swept her back and off of her feet, skidding some steps away from the cowboil.
Woah.
Hel coughed as she laid there on the ground, rather stunned. Her fingers clenched tighter around her spear, and she rocked herself, rolling up back to her feet as she stared down the cowboil.
HP: 17/40
Damage: N/A
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:29 pm
Mot winced. He'd knocked her down. He... hated this. He hated fighting Hel. Fighting a ghoul. Still, he was angry. Angry at himself for doing so poorly, angry at Hel's words.
Another shot loaded, Mot's gaze unbreakable from Hel's form, his frown never faltering.
One step forward.
BANG.
HP: 4
Damage: 5
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Lucyal rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:39 pm
Things had suddenly taken a shift, just like that day on the train.
Hel was…honestly thrown for a loop. That frown on his face as he resolutely stepped forward…chilling. Hel felt rooted to the spot, and she grimaced as another bullet landed on her. Still, it was foolish to leave herself open and even if a spear wasn’t the greatest tool of defense against a gun, she held her weapon in front of her protectively.
HP: 12/40
Damage: N/A
Status: Defending
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:43 pm
HP: 4
Damage: --
His next shot pinged uselessly off of her weapon, causing Mot to stop where he was. He was still angry, but as it was before, it was more at himself. He'd managed to do so well against Roch, but in front of Hel, he couldn't do his best. The opposite of what he wanted. He wanted to show her how well he'd done. He wanted her to be impressed.
It wasn't working.
At this rate, he'd have to tell Lizzy how he felt.
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:47 pm
It was the only opening she needed.
Hel lunged forward, pulling her spear back as far as she could, and with frightening speed, power and accuracy that valkyries were known for, she delivered the final blow. She knew she had won. It was not a victory she felt wholly satisfied about.
HP: 12/40
Damage: 10
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:02 pm
HP: - 6
Mot barely saw the hit coming. Suddenly there was a flash of white in his eyes, his whole body becoming hot as fire before his vision blacked completely. The pain was intense as Hel broke through his Fear barrier, but it was also quick.
He barely let out a moan as he buckled, falling to the ground.
His chest was cut open, bleeding out as he lay on his side on the floor.
He'd failed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:22 pm
She knew she was going to finish the battle…she just didn’t think it’d be quite like that.
The reaper looked rather alarmed as her weapon left a cut across his chest and as the reaper fell to the ground, out cold. Hel immediately dismissed her spear, skidding to her knees by his side. “Mot!” Her arms slid under his torso, pulling him up as she looked down at him. Ack…Hel bit her lip, wondering if she should take him to Cricket, eyeing his wounds before deciding that she could take care of this herself. Luckily Mot was out cold, because he’d probably protest to be carried like a princess, but it was like a sleeping princess that she carried him back to her dorm room to tend to his wounds.
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