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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 7:20 pm
Peyton realized her folly a second too late as she saw the wide edge of Gir sweeping towards her again. There was no time to move, no time to do anything. The serrated edge of teeth caught her high in the shoulder, and another scream tore from her throat as it knocked her off her feet again and for the second time that afternoon she was breathing in dust. "******** no time to recover, Evan wasn't giving her that luxury. She staggered back to her feet, pale eyes blazing as she stared across the dirt at him. The arm he'd hit was numb. Her shoulder was one gigantic throb. Warricks voice was screaming in hear head for her to back down, to put an end to it. Her shield was cracking, she could feel it. She should have walked away. That would have been the wisest course. The safest. Instead she charged again. It didn't matter that she only had one arm to use, she was still strong, still powerful. She cocked that delicate fist back and as she closed in on him she came up beneath him, driving her hand upward towards the bottom of his chin. HP:6 DMG: 7 CHG: 3/3 | 0/2 inle-roo Break her shield. 8D Give her an injury, possibly a scar.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 7:28 pm
It was almost laughable, how easy it was to knock Peyton down. It was like swatting a particularly sturdy fly. Evan thought that this time might be the last time, but was surprised to see Peyton stand up once more. He watched her run towards him and braced himself for the hit that he knew was coming. It was never easy to just stand there and take it, and anticipating pain didn't make it hurt any less. That it was in service to enable a greater plan of attack didn't stop his jaw from throbbing as Peyton struck it once again, but this time he wouldn't let her get away. He used his longer reach to his advantage, wrapping his free arm around Peyton to hold her steady so he could drive the spiked padlock into her injured shoulder. HP: 7/40 Damage: 3 Charge: 3/3; 1/2
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 8:25 pm
She felt the hit connect, felt his head snap up again, and she moved away, or tried to. An arm snaked around her middle and any escape was cut short as she was pinned against the much larger man's chest with insulting ease. She squirmed, but it didn't do a damn lick of good, and she gasped as he brought his weapon up and proceeded to drive the spiked padlock into her already injured shoulder. She shrieked, kicking at him as she felt her shield beginning to crumble. Pain lancing through her arm as she felt the spikes go through the shield and into her actual arm. It bled when the lock was pulled away, not bad, not nearly as bad as it should have, but it was certainly a good hint that she was at her limits. < Get away from him, Peyton!> "I'm trying!" Fear and pain made what should have been a mental shout verbal, and she smashed her fist into the arm that was holding her. She had to get away. Had to. Something was wrong. This was no normal spar. Even when they'd fought before, when tensions were still high, it hadn't been anything like this. That Evan had been cold, mechanical, precise. She didn't know the person that was pinning her. The growling edge of his voice, the look in his eyes, it was all foreign to her. "Evan stop!" Her voice was higher then it should be, but that's what panic did. It should end at a word. That was how spars worked. One person says they're at their limit and the fight ended. That's how it should be. That's what Peyton was banking on. That was a mistake. HP: 3 DMG: - CHG: -
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 9:13 pm
Being pressed so closely together allowed Evan to feel the instant any real fight went out of Peyton, the brave little huntress turning into a scared little girl as quickly and easily as flipping a switch. The rush of power that came with that was heady and intoxicating; if he had been a little more in control, he might have felt sickened by his reaction, but now it just felt like he was allowing himself an indulgence that had been too long denied. He should have stopped. It would have been the right thing to do. He didn't really want to, though. /Just a little more,/ Gir whined. /You never let me play!/ It was true. Evan had spent the duration of their partnership trying to rein in Gir's impulses to maul indiscriminately. People are not prey was a lesson that Evan had been trying long and hard to teach, and for a while it had seemed to take. There didn't seem to be much of a point, now. It was exhausting, having to keep himself and his weapon in constant and rigid control. He needed to blow off this kind of steam. Peyton had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a damn shame.Okay, buddy, Evan replied. Just this once. Gir yipped excitedly as Evan released his hold on Peyton's waist and took a step back, transferring his grip to her good shoulder as though trying to hold her up. He smiled down at her and it was as warm and welcoming as the first time they had met. It never faltered as he raised his blade once more and used all of his considerable strength to bring the teeth down on the unprotected stretch of muscle between her shoulder and her neck. Gir howled triumphantly as he devoured the flickering remnants of Peyton's Fear shield and sank into Peyton's flesh like he was meant to be there. The lack of resistance was almost startling; Evan hadn't realized how easy it would be.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 9:41 pm
Struggling was doing absolutely nothing for her and Peyton for once truly felt her size. Small, vulnerable, helpless. If Evan didn't want to let her go, short of hacking his hand off, she wasn't getting free. She'd actually raised her hand up to start stabbing at his arm with the bladed end of her weapon when the arm loosened and he actually set her down on her feet, one hand keeping a careful hold on her shoulder while she got her balance. It was a shocking transition from the extreme violence from only seconds before, and she would have shied away from him if he'd allowed her too. The smile was a good lure though. Warm and welcoming and everything she'd been hoping to see from the ex-marine since they'd gotten back from the cruise. It made her hesitate in jerking away from him. Pale eyes wide, fearful, and just a little hopeful before he let her go. They remained so up until the sword bit into her shoulder and the last brittle fragments of her shield shattered. Teeth sank into flesh, tearing downward. Deep enough to grind against he collarbone. It sounded so loud in her ear, so strangely amplified. Louder even then Warrick raging through her head. Louder then her own voice as as she screamed for him, long and ragged and terrifiedJerking back only really served to make the wound worst, but she couldn't not try to get away from him. Not after that. She tore her shoulder free and the arm flopped uselessly at her side as she clutched at the wound, screaming, as she fell to her knees. He'd wanted her scared of him, and she was. She cowered on the ground as blood poured down her arm. Broken and beaten. The runes on her knuckledusters flared once, then died as the wrath demon returned to his totem. He was talking frantically, trying to get through to his partner, but she couldn't hear him,
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 10:15 pm
Gir crooned a wild and happy howl in harmony with Peyton's pained and terrified screams. /We should eat her after she dies,/ he told Evan, /otherwise it's just a waste, and you're not supposed to waste food!/Evan huffed a chuckle as he stepped towards Peyton where she had crumpled to the ground. The blood dripping from her wound was a nice shade of red, he thought. He wouldn't paint his walls with it, or anything, but maybe he could find something that color in a shirt or a belt or a pair of socks, or something. Maybe after the portals were up. He flipped the sword over so the teeth were pointing upwards and then pressed the stained canine tooth into the soft skin beneath her jaw, using the slightest bit of pressure to encourage her to look at him. He looked down at her, taking in her injured and sorry state, and waited to feel something--guilt, maybe, or regret, or even the mania that had expended itself in that final swing. Anything beyond this odd and unnatural calmness. He had just injured someone and he felt nothing over it, and he knew, objectively, that that was probably something he should consider worrying about. "You should get that looked at," he said instead, just as easily as if he had been commenting on the unusually warm weather they had been having on the island lately. He dismissed Gir, who remained happy and cheerful even though playtime was over, and held his hand out for Peyton to take in case she needed help up.
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 7:28 pm
The sound of his boots moving across the packed earth sounded incredibly loud, and she tensed as he came to a stop before her, voice easing out soft and strained and pain filled as she whined. A brittle, broken sound that didn't come naturally to the dainty Sun hunter. In that moment she was her own antithesis. Weak and pathetic, trembling on her knees as she bled all over herself and the ground she was kneeling on. The sharp edge of the tooth made her flinch, and it was luck more then anything else that kept her from slicing her chin open on Gir's bloodied blade. She stared up at him, wide eyes showing much too much white. It was beyond fear, what gripped it. It was terror. His face was a familiar void. The shapes were all the same, the voice sounded the same, but it wasn't the same Evan that looked down at her with green eyes devoid of guilt or regret. She shied away from his offered hand and snapped her teeth around a bubbling whimper as she pushed herself to her feet and stumbled back. "Don't touch me." There were tears gliding down her cheeks, forming lighter tracks in the fine patina of dust, and more recently blood, that had settled on her face. It was the second time he'd made her cry, and she loathed him for it. "Stay away from me, Evan." She tried to sound commanding, but there was a waver to her voice that betrayed her. "Just leave me alone." She backed away from him, further and further until her heel caught on the edge of the lawn that surrounded the training fields. Only then did she turn and begin to run. Not to the dorms, but to the infirmary. Half of her arm was numb, and she supposed she was grateful for it. The rest, and along her back and neck, was one giant, sharp pain. She needed help.
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