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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 3:08 pm
Herryk felt terrible.
No, he felt worse than terrible. He felt mortified by his actions. The only thing that lessened the disgust he felt for himself was the simple fact that their enemies would show no mercy.
"Herryk is sorry, little fish," he mumbled miserably, pushing her away.
HP: 16/40 DMG: 1 FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry, Y1 IDR
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 3:13 pm
She frowned as he pushed her back and nodded.
"I..." She just blinked, "Um...." Maybe it would hurt less if she tackled him....So she did that. Unfortunatly because of Amphi's size....and force, he would take it right in the gut...
Amphi: 13/40 Damage: 8 Charge: y1- Headlights, Y2 - Chill
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:00 am
The force with which Amphi tackled him was enough to send him flipping backwards. His feet swung up, and it was highly likely that she took one booted massive foot to the face.
Maybe the shoulder if she ducked.
HP: 8/40 DMG: 6 FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry, Y1 IDR
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:05 am
Amphi took a...boot the head.
"Ah...Ah Herryk..." She rubbed the spot where he hit her head and then stared. Hey...
"Take this!" a poke to the side...and it hurt! Ah yeah.
Amphi: 7/40 Damage: 6 Charge: y1- Headlights, Y2 - Chill
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:09 am
Herryk didn't even have the urge to rise to his feet to defend himself. He took the poke like a little b***h, lying there on the ground.
He did, however, reach out and smash his fist against her foot.
HP: 2/40 DMG: 3 FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry, Y1 IDR
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 5:14 pm
Amphi stared at Herryk and his last attack and rubbed her foot. Between the bite marks and jabs from her...plus the bruise forming from the boot to the head...
She laughed and got up, brushing her hands over shorts.
"I think we should stop, I don't wish to hurt you anymore Herryk. Truce" She held out her hand instead...
Amphi: 7/40 Damage: 0 Charge: y1- Headlights, Y2 - Chill
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