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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:11 pm
Rep spread his stance to brace for the impact of the chainsaw, filled with a very primitive terror faced with such a destructive looking implement. Normal weapons were all well and good, he hadn't run into them in day to day life back home. A chainsaw ranked right ******** up there with a nuclear bomb in terms of weapons that could be bought in DIY shop and used against other people. There was something very definite and messy about the things.
As the thing met Tracey there was a snarl of metal on metal that made him cringe, but no longer back off. He couldn't /afford/ to be put off with s**t from before. He had to focus, he was a sun now. Suns fought well. If he couldn't fight, he wasn't any ******** use to anyone.
"Sure you ******** will. In your ******** /dreams/ big man." he laughed. "You got the ******** jump on me."
< Yesss. Fight him. HIT HIM. Pleaaase. >
He obliged, setting his jaw and swinging with all his might.
HP - 24/40
DMG - 6
Charge - 3/3
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 8 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1, 3, 1, 3, 4, 2
Total: 19 (8-32)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:19 pm
The swing against Leon found itself wedged into the fear shield that Nidhogg pulled up, the odds of being cleaved was high if the Norse Dragon was not protecting him. Even if his partner was lost in the frenzy of feeding. Oh jack, its divine, Leon leon, i need more, let me get my second wind so i can eat more. it begged, full and not sated yet, Nid was such a glutton. "Well, dreams that manifest in reality, are always the most pleasant." he muttered back menacingly after taking the edge of his weapon and knocking his axe away from his line of sight. The chainsaw however had different plans as the teeth grew to the size of shark teeth and began to spin faster and faster, an inhuman growl filling the air as the weapon began to shake and putter loudly. "Looks like i might get my dream to come true." said the smug looking boxer as he charged up to the sun hunter and threw a wide arc at the fellow male, a full circle from shoulder to hip and back up when he spun around from the sheer momentum of the strike. "Now then, hurry up and die Rep. The sight of you disgusts me."
HP: 38 DMG: 16 CHRG: 0/3 ( Battle cry lvl 3) Quote: Year Three/Hunters: 8d4
First Dice:
xxxxx 1: Miss
xxxxx 2-4: Hit
Damage: Add up remaining dice.
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Baneful rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:54 pm
< Jaaaaack William. I can't ..take..any..more. > As if the very PRESENT AND DANGEROUS threat of Leon wasn't distracting enough, now he had to tolerate Tracey making utterly ******** creepy sounds in his head. ******** fan-dabby-dozy.
"Aww. Nice to know you dream about me." he sneered nastily. "I am something."
As fast as he tried to react wasn't fast enough though, as he was slashed agonisingly, the blow utterly shredding most of his fear shield and sending him reeling back hard into the wall. Almost dropping Tracey with the force of it.
But somehow he held on, pain, he was used to. People really ******** liked to kick his a**, and he'd learned to tune it out.
"People like me don't tend to die easily. Tough s**t."
And with a snarl of effort he gave the angel exactly what he wanted, swinging out with all the additional force the charge afforded.
And missed.
"God ******** DAMMIT."
HP - 8/40
DMG - WHY U FAIL REP
Charge - 0/3 1/2
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 6
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:10 pm
"You sure are something." Leon nodded along with Rep at the statement. "something wretched that needs to be discarded." he continued and watched silently as the sun hunter failed to do what he was supposed to do best, attack. He couldn't help but look at the ginger with pity. all the pity for Rep. "Next time, aim for your target, like this." he spoke gallantly and charged at the fellow hunter, chainsaw up and ready to cut him in two and smashed the blunt case of the weapon, the most non deadly part of it, into the cocky b*****d.
"Wanna say that 'can't die' bullshit again with your fear shield gone?" he asked honestly, putting old nid on the ground and facing hm with his fists up. "You're not even worth using Nidhogg on, fear or not."
JACKDAMMIT LEON I'M STILL HUNGRY!!
"Nid, you'll get food later, but these empty calories here won't fill you up."
he scolded the dragon voice quickly and returned his attention to Rep. "You get the picture now?"
HP: 38
DMG: 10
CHRG: 1/3 ( Battle cry lvl 3)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:41 pm
A defeat. And what a ******** resounding defeat it was. He'd had a feeling from the outset that this guy would ******** take him apart, and that feeling had been well and truly vindicated. He'd fallen to his knees as Nid utterly obliterated his fear shield and actually did a bit of a number on his shoulder as he did so.
He didn't even bother getting up, hanging his head. Normally he was rather defiant in defeat, telling people he'd gone easy on them, mocking them, gloating. But this time there wasn't even any ******** arguing with it.
He dismissed Tracey then and there, still refusing to look at the other hunter's expression. Refusing to give him the /satisfaction/.
"Whatever you ******** say man." he stated with a shrug. He wanted to keep attacking him, wanted it so ******** back he could taste it. Wanted to punch him even if it meant he got his own lights punched out. But he knew when he was out of his depth. He got to his feet carefully, not using his sore arm as he got up, giving Leon a look of utter loathing and dislike.
"What picture? All I'm seeing here is an a*****e who has to be ******** jealous of me or something. Butthurt I sat in your ******** /chair/?"
HP: -2
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:54 pm
"If thats all you see then you're in trouble." leon muttered loudly and rolled his eyes at Rep. Even after wailing on him, the boxer hoped the ginger would learn some humility, maybe even be less hostile to the others.
But no, not going to happen from the looks of it. "You're just asking to get hit again, you know that right?"
it was a tempting offer.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:23 pm
"Hit me again mate if it makes you feel better." he shrugged with a smirk. "You'll be the one in trouble if I die though, and I'm ******** unarmed. But whatever floats your boat and all that s**t. Doesn't bother me." he laughed "Maybe I like it." That was one way usually to make people not want to hit you again, and it wasn't entirely a lie either.
"Besides, its you with the problem with me. Not vice versa. Well, okay maybe I think you are a ******** a*****e but you've given me /reason/ to think that."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:04 pm
Rep was a Masochist.
It made sense to Leon. "I'm sure the death squadron wouldn't mind a departed soul, Allan might but i'll get him a collectible wall scroll if that's the case to sate him." it would be worth a shot at the very least he figured. "And i'm supposed to like you? Lets count all the reasons on twitter not to like you." he gritted out and began to flip out his phone and swiping through all the various messages.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:09 pm
Rep actually had to laugh at this. "Twitter? Seriously man, this is about ******** /twitter/? That's what you DO on twitter. You ******** get a rise out of people because you can, its hilarious. Getting a rise out of people ANY time is." He shrugged.
"And I'm not asking you to like me. Most people don't. I've only met a ******** few people who can tolerate me. Most of them can't ******** kick me around a gym though so there's that I guess."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:26 pm
"I'm honored." Leon managed to grit out. At least he noted his physical prowess. That was one plus. It wasn't enough to keep him from glaring at Rep and snarling at him. "glad your not asking because you'd be s**t out of luck with that." he scoffed at the mere thought of it.
"Its not about twitter, its about the fact that you are a pompous a** that needed an a** kicking, and i'm glad to accomplish that."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:36 pm
"Obviously. I gathered the whole we wouldn't get along thing when you ditched me off the chair."
"And yeah, get in line mate. You aren't the first. By miles. Nor, will you be the last. I'm glad to give people something to ******** kick around and whatever, but it doesn't /change/ anything. Its still funny to take the mick out of people. Especially people." He eyed Leon pointedly "Without a sense of humour."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:22 pm
"No i have my humor, i left it with your mother last night." leon quipped up almost instantly, like a knee jerk reaction the phrase already left his lips before he thought it. "as long as i have a spot on that line, then fine, i'll make sure to try and leave something for the others to kick at." he said snidely and mentally pushed the redhead from his thoughts.
"Are you waiting for another punch or are you going to lift some weights you pansy a**?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:34 pm
He narrowed his eyes vindictively as Leon made the mother comment, one of the things that really got to him. "Guess that's what ******** killed her then." He smirked still but all trace of humour and attempted amicability was completely gone.
He held the glare for a few moment as he was all but dismissed, but wasn't going to argue. "I'm not ******** lifting weights with a sprained arm. Enjoy the gym you p***k." And with that he turned on his heel and made to leave.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:25 pm
leon only had the patience to roll his eyes at the retreating ginger figure as he tried to walk away. "I'll be glad to enjoy it, i might even throw a party while your gone." he sneered out venomously at Rep and picked up another set of dumbbells and began doing arm curls.
It was like second nature, almost therapeutic, the action of lifting heavy items.
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