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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:23 am
Tips from a woman. If looks could hurt, the glare he gave her could have cut through steel.
< She's telling the truth> Tracey piped up, even more to his ire. It had to be how she was wielding her weapon with such ease despite its size while Rep battled with the weight of Tracey moment by moment every single fight.
"My partner doesn't know s**t, and YOU don't know s**t." he snapped, reeling back properly again as the lance collided hard with his fear shield, knocking him to his knees, this fight really wasn't going as he'd hoped and desperation had already begun to slink its evil tendrils around his thoughts.
He charged in a blind rage but found to his utter surprise that his declaration that Tracey didn't know anything didn't seem to have gone down well at all, he could have sworn the axe was so much heavier than usual, and by the time he managed to swing the damnable thing, he was well wide of his mark.
"And he's a ******** traitor aswell!" He almost yelped in panic.
(( HP - 21
DMG - MISS
CHARGE 1/3 ))
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:23 am
The glare and the words like venom did their job. Molly shrank back once more, her lance just clipping the red head as she pulled back. It was even more frightening as he started to rush her rather quickly, and the Mist trainee started to fall back, but his swing would miss her, thankfully.
<OI, MOLLY!> Vaska boomed. <Don’t run now, yeh stupid ghoul, you’ve got teh edge on him! This battle needs to be finished!>
<O-okay…>
It was then Vaska seemed to be informing her of something…
HP: 36/40
DMG: 2
Charge: 3/3 (ready)
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:56 am
Fatigue was starting to set in already Rep noticed, his body seeming far less responsive than usual. Perhaps the constant exertion of the last few days really was starting to take a notable toll on him. Maybe it was just Tracey resisting him every step of the way in this fight. Her attack glanced somewhat and he couldn't help but take the oppertunity to try and attack her again.
He all but mentally screamed at Tracey to help him but was met purely with the always calm voice of the angel < I thought I didn't know anything?>
He managed to hit this time but it was far from what he was capable of. He was properly in freefall panic now, he was going to lose to a person he'd thought he was a cert to beat, he could feel it, and he had a feeling even bracing himself wasn't going to help him.
(( HP - 19
DMG - 2
CHARGE 2/3 ))
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Lucyal rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 4, 4, 3, 1, 2
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:03 pm
Molly had noticed a few strikes ago, that her partner felt…ready, primed if you will, to unleash something. The young woman pulled her lance up and ready, and she seemed to pause as she listened to what Vaska was telling her. A charged attack? Made sense she supposed…and it was different than just swinging, huh? Her brows furrowed as she felt another grazing blow to her fear shield, but was intent at the moment upon focusing on what Vaska was instructing.
Just like before, she let him guide her through the movements. Molly’s hands tightened on the handle of her lance as the drill like bit of her weapon whirred to life, spinning with an intense ferocity accompanied by a metallic whining sound.
<Now you stupid ghoul, NOW!>
The young woman let out a bit of a startled cry as she thrust her charged weapon at Rep.
HP: 34/40
DMG: FEAR ATTACK – Battle Cry- Drilling Lance - 15
Charge: 0/3 (1/2 spent)
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:30 pm
Rep was eyeing Molly with bafflement as he steadied himself for his next attack, he wasn't sure what to make of how distant she seemed, but it unnerved him, he wasn't sure what she was planning, an opponent he really couldn't read in the least.
The angel really was growing impatient with how easily distracted Rep was < Please stop dumbly gawping and PAY ATTENTION> Rather than listen, he mentally tried to argue with Tracey, something he was STILL doing as the lance hit him, sending him flying backwards with an URK of surprise, aware that his fear shield was flickering dangerously. With a thud that was growing horribly familiar of late he hit the ground with bone rattling force and simply lay there for a few moments before sighing heavily and rolling over with a pained groan.
"Fuuuck." he waved a hand theatrically in surrender. "You win. I give up. Holy s**t that ******** weapon's brutal." He sat up, brushing dust off himself and hauled himself unsteadily to his feet. "This place is all wrong, women shouldn't be able to hit so damn HARD."
(( HP - 4
DMG - SURRENDER biggrin
CHARGE 2/3 ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:54 pm
The lance’s drill bit stopped spinning, and Molly pulled back as her arms still felt like they were vibrating from the feeling.
Woah! That was…that was…intense. Dare she even venture to say…awesome? Breath taking? Awe inspiring? Vaska just seemed immensely pleased, and was egging the young woman on to go and finish it. Molly turned her attention back to Rep who was picking himself off of the ground and then…surrendered?
What?
Did….did she just…win this battle?
Molly stood there gobsmacked. Slowly, she lowered the lance so that the tip rested on the ground, and she held it up by its handle. “…I’m able to hit…because of my weapon. Because of my bond with my partner.” She looked down at the lance, and at this moment, felt like her bond with Vaska had improved drastically. This was the first time they both felt the same thing and not conflicting emotions. This was the first time they had truly worked together as well. “…If…if you work on your bond with your weapon as well…you’ll improve, I’m sure of it! Ah…” She reached a hand out uncertainly. “…Do…do you need any help? Do you need some helping going to the infirmary?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 1:02 pm
Rep snorted and waved her offer of help away, too proud to take anyone's aid, especially after such a crushing slight on his ego. "No. I'm ******** fine." he snarled irritably "Just fine. Beaten but fine." It made him even angrier when his opponent remained so /reasonable/ especially after trouncing him so roundly
He rolled his eyes. "And yeah, my weapon's a douche so that'll be ******** difficult." he shrugged, dismissing Tracey to stand straight, the axe returning to its place as an earring. His muscles screamed in protest as he forced himself to look a lot better than he felt. And then he turned to stride off - still with a bit of a limp, back in the direction of the facility.
Rep didn't thank people for proving him wrong.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:28 am
Molly fretted, biting on her bottom lip nervously as she watched Rep move back to the dorms. She dismissed Vaska, the large lance creeping back onto her wrist in the form of a gold spiral bracelet. Despite how…uh…not nice and rough the red head was, Molly felt she should at least see that he made it back to his dorm room alright.
With that thought in mind, the Mist trainee started after him, running a bit to catch up with him. “I…I’ll see you to your room, alright? I want to make sure you get there safely!”
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