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Alamoraine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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 Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 8:01 pm
((Just a 1? He's making it last isn't he? X3)) Triellyn wasn't sure whether or not to be thankful that his defeating blow was NOT in fact a grab at the gonads. He did wish for it to just all be over. He was sure he had landed a good hit on the other's hand, judging from the sounds, but the way the guy continued to babble on like someone having pleasure instead of fighting, there was no real way to tell just how much damage he had done. The dagger that came toward his chest seemed to slow in his eyes, and he quickly brought up a hand to grasp the hilt and stop it, just as it pierced through his clothes and into his chest. Oh no, he thought, you're not getting me without a little more of yourself! Not having enough strength left to reverse the dagger, Triellyn did the only thing he could do with his waning stength; reach out and attempt to tear the other's mask from his face.
HP: 1
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Lady Within rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 8:38 pm
HP: 4/20The mask was secured to his face with some sort of strong adheasive... so when it was ripped from his face.... some of his skin was as well.... "Sttttttttt.ahhhhhhhhh....... Mmm...." now, he could see Razma's face, it wouldn't be a bad looking face if it weren't for the twisted grin on his lips and the way his eyes bore so intently in their madness into his or perhaps the streams of blood now freely flowing down the contours of his features..... "Are you that desparate for a kiss my lovely little shadow whore?..." He'd lean into him, at the same time, even if Razma himself was weak, he had more strength than the other... pressing the dagger held in both of their hands, deeper and deeper into Triellyn's chest. He locked his other arm around the man's neck, holding him fast even though that hand was broken, the arm itself was fine so he could put his lips as close as possible with out actually touching the other Pockettu's.... "so wanton..." he'd give the other's body a jerk, pulling him as close as he could... "but....no...." he'd laugh, the sight of it perhaps would make him wish he'd left the damn thing on his face, at least then he wouldn't have been so close to him, he wouldn't have felt his breath tickling with it's excitement against his lips... "I'd rather not..." he'd step back and away from the other, letting him fall to the ground, either way, he was sure this was done.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 9:06 pm
HP: 0 Though the darkness came to take him, Triellyn was still able to see the damage he had inflicted to the other Pockettu's face, and he allowed himself a smirk, even as the dagger sank further, his hindering grasp suddenly nerveless in his going unconscious. The noise that the other made faded into a hum, and the face of the other, seeming ordinary but for a twisted grin and...well, the missing skin, blurred as he closed his eyes, disappointed that he had not won but satisfied that he had at least come out more even than the fight had started.
((Good game! ^_^))
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 9:29 pm
HP: 4/20Smirking down at the other, laying there so helpless.. He could not help himself...Razma kicked him over on to his belly, using his good hand he'd lift the fabric of his robe to his mouth, clenching a wad of it between his teeth. Then, he'd take the dagger and cut a large swath of fabric from the robe, the entire backside of it up to the belt to be exact, exposing the other as he'd stand with the fabric in his teeth, sheathing his blade and retrieving the other to slide that one home again as well. Draping the fabric over his bad arm he'd bend down to pick up his mask, not bothering to put it back on, he was bleeding too badly for it to stick properly. He'd go then, with is prize... an insane smirk on his lips that reached all the way to his eyes.
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