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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-20)
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 Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 8:44 am
He expected her to be thrown off balance by the constant assault, but he was pleasantly surprised by her persistence, she wasn't panicking at all. That was good. Maybe they had made a decent choice by throwing her into Sun after all. Sass was permissible when you backed it up with a willingness to learn.
Or he'd thought it had been.
Once again he struck her shield, Tracey hissing in irritation at the fear he was missing out on.
"That's a nice weapon you have there." he said, probably the first compliment he'd given in ages. "Close range is the riskiest ******** place to be." He didn't mention his own weapon was very susceptible to close close range, she could find that out sometime on her own.
HP: 50
DMG: 3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 11:22 am
What was ever gained by just giving up when things got harder? Peyton was a runt, who did not do great in social settings, things were always going to be hard for her. It didn't matter that she hadn't landed any hits, or that Rep was stronger, faster, and way more experienced then her. What mattered was she kept getting up, and kept trying. Call it stubborn, call it determined. Whatever it was a person needed to just keep going, Peyton had it.
The compliment kind of threw her. She paused in her attempts to hit him, lavender eyes flicking down to her knuckle dusters before jumping back up to the red head as she grinned. Somehow she got the impression that compliments from the big guy were few and far between. Specially for women. Granted, this one had been aimed at her weapon, not so much her. In her head she could almost feel Warrick preening, and she mentally rolled her eyes at him.
HP: 29
Dmg: ???
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 11:52 am
Rep respected persistence more than any other trait, hunters were always out gunned and outnumbered and sometimes as a sun, all you had between yourself and annihilation was the endurance of that persistence, the determination to get back up no matter how many times they knocked you down.
He was living proof, still determined with a will like an iron bar to get back into his rightful division, to return home.
"Okay you've had your ******** warm up time. Play time is over." And leaping into the air a surprising height he leaping roundhouse kicked her. Hard.
HP: 50
Dmg: 12
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 12:05 pm
If you could call scrambling around and throwing useless punches his way a warm up, then yes, Pey had gotten that. It would be lovely if she could actually get a hit in.. But hey, so far he'd really hadn't done anything that serious to her. A few shoves and hits, a couple trips to the ground.
But, as he said, playtime was over.
<You have to hit him, Halfpint.>
No s**t, Warrick! The thought was coupled with a frustrated snarl as the girl moved to make another pass at him, but she was stopped in her tracks as Rep jumped, spun, and lay the side of his boot into her face with enough force to lift her off her feet and send her bouncing across the dusty field, with a pained grunt of a gasp. That hurt. And she was blinking away spots as she fought to get her feet back beneath her, swaying only a tiny bit before leaning forward into a run.
<Connect, Peyton. Come on!>
The impatient's in the wrath demon's voice served to fuel her own frustration, and there was something else. A longing. No, a hunger, that lay just beneath the surface.
She came at the other hunter low, her size a great advantage right that moment as she drove her tiny fist up, aiming for his stomach.
HP: 17
DMG: 4
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 12:15 pm
Rep's intent stare of focus twisted into an unsettling sort of delight as her fist hit him in the gut, just hard enough to rattle the air from his lungs. The twist of pain was exactly what he wanted, sending Tracey snarling all over again.
finish her.> A flicker of what Tracey craved, the charge she'd stored but more than that that last flicker of fear all humans offered up as they died, feeble but potent. It made him feel nauseous, as if the world was spinning off kilter. Tracey had always kept him in check, it had never been the other way around.
And yet here he was.
"Good." he purred. "More like that."
But he'd never heard of mercy or gentle lessons - for all his loathing of women, he never treated them as fragile, they learned to swim or they drowned.
His next punch mimicked her own right up till the moment he twisted it up in the direction of her lungs.
HP: 46
DMG: 10
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 12:30 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 12:31 pm
She felt her fist connect, and a savage sort of delight and pride, Warrick's as well as her own, swelled upward. That was more like it! The demon soaked in the fear from Rep's shield, purring in the girls head for more. It was unexpected, and Peyton wasn't entirely sure what to think of it, but there was no time in this scuffle for second guesses or hesitation.
He mirrored her last attack, large fist driving up into her solar-plexus, and she staggered, backing up as she looped an arm around her stomach and fought to regain a shred of the breath that had just been knocked from her lungs. It had pale eyes going wide as she stared up at him, but intermingled in that breathless panic and pain was respect.
He wasn't treating her like a kid, or some fragile little doll that would break from the faintest brush. She hated that, hated being treated as less for her size, for her gender.
She coughed, and her left arm came around at a wide arc, those shiny new knuckles aiming a blow for his kidney.
HP: 7
Dmg: 2
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 12:35 pm
Tracey was becoming close to a migraine, difficult to cope with with his incessant complaints and pleas, just a taste just a single taste, one and that was all. It was throwing Rep off of his form and part of him wanted to punch himself in the head just to silence the complaining angel.
The blow she landed once again was heralded by a twist of pain that was thrill and it was his turn to long for the battle he adored. It was never enough and never would be. He rubbed his side with his hand and laughed. His follow up was more playful than a genuine hit. "You have a charge yet?" he crooned.
Why not me?! She's stealing my fear, MINE. IT'S MINE.> But there was nothing Tracey could do to stop the blows against his fear shield and the sickly sweet, dark fear that changed hands.
"You'll know what it is when you hit it, like the best ******** drug in the world."
HP: 44
DMG: 1
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 12:55 pm
Peyton grinned as she managed another it, though honestly it was more a pierce baring of teeth then anything that could be associated with a smile. Once again Warrick greedily drank up what fear he could from Rep's shield, and she thought a question at the demon before Rep asked his own. "Charge?" She didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but he he said she'd know it when she felt it, she was inclined to believe him.
He hit her again, though it was really more of a slap then anything else, and she used that tiny opening. Thin arm cocking back before she aimed her fist up at the underside of his chin.
<YES! That's my girl!>
Rep was right. Her knuckles collided with his chin, and Warrick gave a triumphant cry in her head an instant before she felt a jolt of, for lack of a better word, pure energy. It was power, sweet, delicious power, and at the back of her mind she knew that the demon was coloring her thoughts. What do we do with it, War? She trusted him to know what to do with it, to be able to convey to her how to utilize the rush of power that was making her fingers tingle and her heart hammer. "S'like a high," she crooned, a short chuckle following as she danced back and out of immediate reach.
HP: 6
Dmg: 6
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Baneful rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 1:09 pm
He nodded his approval as he recovered from her swing, Tracey using every swear word he could conjure up in every language as a sizeable swathe of his fear was snatched away.
<futuere mean?>>
The angel was in no state to reply as he steeled himself.
"Fine. Go for it. Lets see what you've got. Just let that energy out, let your weapon lead you, they'll know what to do."
HP: 38
DEF: 2
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Beejoux rolled 6 12-sided dice:
9, 7, 1, 7, 4, 6
Total: 34 (6-72)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 1:19 pm
The grin was back. That fierce baring of teeth, that was more snarl then smile. It was accompanied by periodic giggles, as if the rush of energy flowing through her was just too much. Warrick was singing through her mind, cackling, and Peyton found that laughter infectious.
Oh look, Rep was going to give her a chance to unleash whatever this was upon him. How kind of him.
Warrick took all that power, solidified it, condensed it, and turned around to channel it back into his partner, roaring in her head, urging her onward, and Peyton fell into a sprint. One delicate wrist drawn back before snapping upward at the red head's jaw, twisting at the last second for optimal damage even as the shock of the impact shot up her own arm and into her shoulder in one sharp, solid ache that had the girl crying out.
"Jesus ******** Christ, what the ********, Warrick?!" It felt like her shoulder had dislocated, and she fell back from the other hunter clutching at her arm, hissing like a pissed cat.
<You'll be alright, Kitten.>
Don't ******** call me Kitten! What the ******** was that?! She was raging at him in her head, all the while staring up at Rep as she grit her teeth around any further sounds of pain. But it was there, in her eyes. That last attack had hurt her as much as it'd hurt him. Maybe more, and she'd felt something shatter that she had no words for. "Something broke," she managed through clenched teeth, wincing. It was half a question, obviously unsure what had happened to her.
<That's my power, and under the right conditions, it can be brutal. You will be brutal> Ok, that shut her up a bit, but she was still pissed.
HP: -4
Dmg: 5.6 rounded up to 6 @ Rep, 10 @ Herself
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 1:55 pm
The potential was clear, she had a good strong amount of enthusiasm and determination and clearly - as her swing seemed to backlash painfully - wasn't afraid of a little bit of pain. He could let her gender slide for the time being, she was willing to listen and that was the key to survival and working in Sun.
The second she said her shield had broken, Rep let his fists drop to his sides, relaxing.
"Good fight for a starter one. You aren't as s**t as I was worried about you being."
He set his hands on his hips. "You look like you could use a time out though. How about we break for now and I give you the rest of the tour later? You can stop by the cafeteria or wherever. I'll walk you there."
HP: 34
DMG: Nope
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 2:13 pm
Another compliment? Gasp!
Maybe if Peyton hadn't been nursing a dislocated shoulder she'd have come up with something sassy to say in return, but right that second she just really didn't feel like it. She'd take the compliment, backwards as it was, and offered him a tiny twitch of a smile in return.
A break sounded amazing, and she straightened up a bit, winced, then let Warrick desummon as she moved closer to Rep. "Sure, that sounds great." And now that he mentioned cafeteria her stomach reminded her that she was ******** starving. Their little spar had taken a while.
<You did good, Peyton.>
Another grin flickered across her face, and she couldn't help the soft chuckle that followed. "Lead on," she prompted, gesturing him towards a building she assumed housed the cafeteria with a nod of her head.
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