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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:14 am
The double felt himself get swept off his feet, landing hard on his back and wings. He struggled to stand, but his injuries were getting the better of him.
HP: 7/20 Damage: 0 Element: Grass
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Huni Pi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:15 am
Quote:  Name: Petro HP: 7/20 Element: Grass Damage: 3 The original was just as injured but this was what made him the original. He pushed back to his feet, gritting through the pain as best as he could before once again slamming his front hooves down on his grounded adversary.
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Huni Pi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:19 am
The doppelganger could barely breath, let alone scream out. He wanted to beg for mercy, to be spared. He wanted to tell Petro that he simply wanted to be. Instead, he summoned all of his reserved strength and barreled right into Petro
HP: 4/20 Damage: 4 Element: Grass
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Huni Pi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:20 am
Quote:  Name: Petro HP: 3/20 Element: Grass Damage: 1 That would have been a cheap blow except there was no such thing as rules in a fight. And it was now Tro's turn to attempt a desperate retaliation but his vision was blurred and his limbs were heavy that it made his movement predictable.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:22 am
And this was the part where the doppelganger was going to lord it over the original. Sneering, unimpressed, barely flinching from that last strike.
HP: 3/20 Damage: 0 Element: Grass
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Huni Pi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:24 am
Quote:  Name: Petro HP: 3/20 Element: Grass Damage: 4 Again, Petro saw the stark difference between himself and his distorted, deranged other-self. In his own desperate bid for survival, Petro managed to impale his other-self with the spikes running the length of his helm. In that instant, he disappeared and everything seemed normal again. Gradually, Petro understood the strange calling feeling, the pull of the shards was a warning about the price of power. He thought it was his weakened state that caused the flashes of colored light. But rather than resist, he simply slumped down to watch a scene play out at a forest, close to a lake, an aged battle between two powerful forces, one armed with a staff and the other with a glowing, resonating sword.
He felt their power and then their hatred. Light and darkness. Consuming each other until the end. Again, another burst of color. And the tikbalang found himself back in his room.
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