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Even as he shook off the brunt of her hit, he countered with his own, and it hurt. Her Fear shield was not worrisome low yet, but it was getting there. The battle had been a little lopsided from the beginning, and now, it seemed it was close to ending.

Armagnac had gone from commentary to raging in the past few heartbeats. She was not happy with how things looked. And she blamed Sherry for all of it. She kept ranting about how if it was anyone else, Sherry's heart would clearly be in cutting them to pieces and other stuff Sherry was trying to ignore.

"I'm not," Sherry took a small jump back, followed by a few steps, "trying to slack off." Her words were as much for Jake as for Armagnac. "I promise." As she moved, she shifted her weapon to one hand, and with the other she reached for her flask. "Don't worry, I'm not quite out of the game yet."

She kept a wary eye on Jake as she pulled it out, uncapped it and took a swallow of the blue-glowing liquid as fast as she could. The magic it worked on her fear shield was just about instant.

HP: 10/50 +10 = 20/50
Target: Sherry
Healing: +10
Charge: 3/3 (Y3 Tainted Fang/Y2 Chill)
Items: Dionysus's Flask <---Using this.

Keeping an eye on Jake was a good idea, and not just for the obvious reasons. Because she didn't even have time to put the cap back on her flask before he was taking another swing at her.

Armagnac was still raging, only this time it kept flipping between cursing the Deathie and praising him. Sherry might have noticed, if she wasn't busy trying to avoid the worst of the oncoming blow. First off, she dropped her flask. No big deal. It wasn't like she had to worry about it emptying itself or anything. "You don't have to worry about that! It won't let it get to my head."

Armagnac was laughing at this, for some reason, and muttering about Sherry and fools and not needing wine for that. You are not helping. Sherry focus as she shifted the glaive in her hands and stepped back. Jake's blow had landed and had been pretty solid. It wasn't anger or wine that colored her face a slight bit red. Embarrassment of one kind or another was to blame.

She took three more quick steps back, hoping to put distance between them, and decided it was time to let Armagnac calm down a bit. The runes on her blade began to glow brighter, and Sherry sized it all up for a blow. Sherry was tired. She still had a decent amount of shield, but the blows had been hard. But, like she'd said, she wasn't out of the game yet. She just needed to land a decent blow or two. And a charge might be--

The liquid like substance covering the blade was blue. Usually, it was more clear or white, with the runes showing through. But no, today it was blue. Sherry almost forgot what she was doing for a moment. Armagnac?

The response was not entirely pleasant, but the order growled in her head was clear. Sherry reached out and touched the fear pooling on her blade. The result was a feeling akin to drinking her wine or using a bandage. It seemed Armagnac was capable of poison and healing. "I don't believe it!"

The lindwyrm growled.

And Sherry, for a rare moment, completely forgot about Jake.



HP: 12/50 + 22= 34/50
Target: Sherry
Healing: 22
Charge: 3/3 (Y3 Tainted Fang/Y2 Chill) <--Using Chill
Items: Dionysus's Flask

Armagnac had calmed down a tiny bit, but she was still ranting in Sherry's head. This time it was something about attacks that are better left to other people and---

Jake speaking snapped Sherry back to the here and now. Oh, crap. She'd taken her eyes off of him for a second and now he was hitting her again. Hard. She wasn't happy about not having time to react properly, but was thankful that it didn't kill her.

As she responded with a blow of her own, she took the time to say, "The drink is not that strong. Takes more than one sip to put me out. But, um, thank you for your concern." She may have flashed a tiny, genuine smile.

HP: 25/50
Target: Jake
Damage: 12
Charge: 1/3 (Y3 Tainted Fang/Y2 Chill)
Items: Dionysus's Flask

Of course she could hit hard. Just because she hadn't until yet didn't mean that she couldn't. She just... She was just being silly, wasn't she?

"Well," she was full on grinning now. "I'll do my best to make sure you get one." She took another swing at him.

HP: 23/50
Target: Jake
Damage: 11
Charge: 1/3 (Y3 Tainted Fang/Y2 Chill)
Items: Dionysus's Flask

Sherry smiled in response.

And then she did her best to hit him again.

HP: 19/50
Target: Jake
Damage: 5
Charge: 1/3 (Y3 Tainted Fang/Y2 Chill)
Items: Dionysus's Flask

Jake had a good point there. Before Sherry could reply with anything decent she was busy trying to block the twin hits, with little success. One, two, and she felt her shield tear into nearly nothing. She winced in pain. That one would leave a mark.

The Lifer took half a step back, falling to one knee. She also let Armagnac go, the glaive disappearing in flash of light. The weapon had been raging, telling Sherry to hit again, but Sherry had vivid memories of the last time she'd continued fighting with a shield this low. Much as she liked the scars, she didn't need new ones.

"Ok! I'm done. You win," she was grinning. "Nice move you got there." One hand went to her side, probing at the spot the last attack had hit. Yep. A pretty solid point.

Sherry took her time getting to her feet. "I swear, you and Armagnac would be best friends; she was screaming the same thing in my head." Sherry gave the smallest hint of a laugh and reached down to brush her knee off.

"Stopped because I'm tired. And your last hit was was pretty serious," her hand was back at her side for emphasis. "I won't be forgetting that one anytime soon." She added a wince for good measure.

"Well, and the last time I continued attacking against my better judgement, I ended up bleeding out all over the training ground floor. If Ofie hadn't called for help," Sherry's other hand went to her chest, rubbing at the scars in the center of it through her shirt, "who knows." She gave the slightest hint of a shrug.