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 Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 6:52 pm
Or maybe there wasn't anymore to the question. She frowned, watching him out of the corner of her eye, but didn't say anything. She did however roll her eyes down from his face to scan over the rest of him. She'd never actually seen him out of his coat before. Amity didn't count. She didn't know why, but he didn't. They looked the same, of course, but they weren't entirely the same person. Just like she wasn't the same as Coyote had been. At his request she flicked pale eyes back up to him. "Do you really want me to take it easy on you? That's not actually doing you any favors, you know."
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Rejam rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 6:58 pm
Beejoux rollin' init lets get this party started :T He considered the question, face drawn and tired, and saved his answer until they'd drawn up and he'd folded his coat (neatly, as always) and put it off to the side. Fionnghal's white flicker, when he pulled her into his hands, was washed out in the sun; he felt her anticipation like a sigh against his own nerves. "I want you to take it easy," he decided finally, "but I'm asking you not to."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:03 pm
Her own coat was shrugged off and draped over the arm of one of the dummies standing nearby. As she turned back to face him the reddish flash of warrick flared across her hands before fading into the spiked, bladed knuckle dusters, "Fair enough," she could understand, and she respected him for changing his mind. Holding back wasn't something that came naturally to the dainty Sun spot, so she was also a little relieved that she didn't have to.
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:26 pm
He hesitated, all wary stance and uncertainty, before he decided, as before, to take the initiative. But he knew better this time. She'd be expecting it. And on top of that, the memory of how she reacted last time felt painfully fresh. The lunge was half-hearted; the strike, although successful, little more than a clip. Fiona was a restless energy; he was reminded, inexplicably but strongly, of a deer tossing its head in frustration. HP: 40 DMG: 1 CHG: 1/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:33 pm
He came at her, and she dropped into a crouch, holding her weapons up in front of her so she could attempt a defensive before realizing he was leaving himself open as he took a swing at her. She let Fiona clip, not even bothering to bloke, and lunged forward herself to bring the short blade of her left hand up and across his shoulder. Momentum carried her further, and she dug her toe into the dirt before pivoting around to face him again. Pale eyes were narrowed, and there was actually a touch of anger in that sweet face along with the focus that came automatically when ever she sparred. "Come on, Taym. I won't break." HP: 39 DMG: 3 CHG: 1/3 | 02
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:39 pm
"Not breaking I'm nervous about," he pointed out, circling warily and trying to listen to Fiona's brisk advice in his head without losing focus: stop leaving yourself open and pay attention and move from your feet, not your elbows. And maybe it'd just piss her off, but it was obvious, when he snaked in off to one side (keeping himself turned towards her as best as he could because he remembered all too well what a fondness she had for going at his kidneys) for a second strike--better this time, but still nothing impressive--that he had to steel himself to aim for her ribs, even though it was the best target he had. HP: 37 DMG: 2 CHG: 2/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 8:22 pm
"Don't hold back." She wasn't some fragile, breakable thing that needed to be handled carefully. Whatever his reasons, they only served to fuel her further, anger welling up to mingle with that cold focus. He moved off to her side, and she tracked his movements, pale eyes following him as he came in, aiming for her ribs. It might would have been a better hit if she hadn't hopped back, taking away some of the advantage his longer arms provided him. The blade did sink in though, and she gave a soft hiss before bringing her left arm up to force his away so she could take a swing at his bicep, Warrick gave a satisfied purr as he drank in the Fear. He was enjoying this, more then usual. Taking satisfaction from every landed blow. HP: 37 DMG: 2 CHG: 2/3 | 0/2
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 8:39 pm
She looked breakable, though. She looked fragile in a way that would have been pleasant to him, in a testosterone-driven, superiority-complex sort of way, if he hadn't known that it was deceiving. He knew she only looked like she had arms that he could snap in his fingers. He let her sweep her arm up because it took it away from her chest, from her stomach, where he landed another pathetic, glancing blow--probably because he was just as focused on fumbling away from her as he was on hitting her. She looked pissed and he was remembering how hard she'd swung last time she'd looked like that, and was already dreading it. HP: 35 DMG: 2 CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 8:53 pm
She took the hit, sucking a break in as the blade sliced through her shield, then pivoted away on her heel, dancing back a step before charging forward again, lower this time, going for that kidney shot he had been trying to avoid earlier. HP: 34 DMG: 4 CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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Rejam rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 9:22 pm
I'm ready, said Fiona suddenly.
I'm not. Hold on. She had no complaints, obviously ready to hold onto the FEAR for as long as she could.
It was the combination of Peyton's obvious anger and his own at getting sucker punched in the lower back again that had him on the defensive, dropping into a crouch and attempting to maneuver out of her reach.
HP: 31
DMG: x
DEFENDING FOR: six, aw yiss
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 8 12-sided dice:
2, 1, 5, 8, 1, 10, 12, 9
Total: 48 (8-96)
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:56 pm
Frustration pushed the dainty hunter. Frustration at at herself for every blow she landed that was nothing but glancing, at him, for treating her like she would crumble if he struck her for real. At Warrick, an angry force at the back of her mind. Urging her, fueling her own anger until she was blind with it.
She charged, small hand cocked back and curled, and she let her the wrath demon channel all that gathered fear into her small frame. ******** the pain, she didn't care, not in that moment. She just wanted to prove herself, to convince the man in front of her that she wasn't a delicate, breakable doll that he had to take it easy on. One scream, and he'd made up his mind about her.
It wasn't true, but it was believed, and she needed to wipe away that memory.
When her fist came at him Fiona was in the way, and she didn't see that dark blade in time to shift her aim. She didn't see the knife until her Warrick had scrapped against the tip and that resistance had rolled her hand back so the dirk's sharpened point bit into the flesh of her palm through her fingers and kept going until she'd struck the hilt.
<No!>
The shout was loud and sudden and completely devoid of the rage it had carried previously. It was that change, as well as the sight of Fiona's dark blade disappearing into her arm that let her know something was wrong, and her eyes widened in sudden horror as she jerked back and away with the feeling of her shield cracking around her. It was breaking. It was breaking and she wasn't free of the blade yet.
Tanned skin separated under the sharped tip as she jerked free of it, blood welling fast and steady from a a slash that started mid palm and stretched up along the underside of her forearm. She grabbed at it, cursing violently, and damn near folded over the ******** you, Warrick!
<Peyton, I->
No! ******** you. This isn't alright.
HP: 3
DMG: 31
CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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Rejam rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 1, 3, 1, 1, 2, 4
Total: 18 (8-32)
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:29 pm
After the initial shock a cold and unexpected wave of anger settled in instead, and Taym, again, found himself reaching out to Fiona not for himself but for Peyton.
She wasn't fragile? She didn't want him to hold back? He wouldn't, then. He wasn't done. He'd come down here to fight, not to throw a couple of glancing swings and have her damn near maul herself. Twice now she'd made him feel like he was going to get something out of this besides emotional baggage and twice now she'd made herself a liar, and it was easier to be pissed than it was to feel guilty.
There was no comforting folded arm this time, no hand on the back of her neck. Instead, with a viciousness that might as well have been an attack, he smacked the flat of the blade against her shoulder and let the cold rush over her. This time it connected. He felt Fiona's reluctant letting go, irritation commingled with relief that it worked this time.
"We're not done here," he said acerbically, sounding less rattled and less scared than he was. "Get your s**t together."
HP: 31
DMG: healed Peyton for 14 :T
CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:45 pm
Peyton gave a very started grunt as the flat of the blade collided with the side of her head, and sh'd snapped her head up to yell at him before a wave of cooling relief washed over her, through her, into her arm. It felt good, and familiar. The full effect of the gentle coolness that had touched the back of her neck when he'd folded around her and done what he could to snap her out of the memory spawned rampage she'd fallen into last time they'd sparred. She blinked at him, eyes wide, then down at her arm. It was still bloody, but the cut seemed to be gone when she smoothed her thumb along the place it had been. "That's kind of really amazing," she finally offered, voice rather smaller then it usually was, before straightening up. Warrick was a silent void in her mind, but she could feel his moods radiating from him like heat off asphalt. Disapproval was prominent, but beneath it was nervous anxiety. She didn't care. There was no soothing reassurance offered today. Instead she offered Taym a smile very similar to the lupine grins he flashed at her on occasion. "Alright." If he still wanted to play, then they could play. She was eager for a chance to make up for the massive failure her charge had been. "Let's go." She sprinted towards him, keeping low, then swung around to the right as she she reached him, left arm snapping up to slash along his arm from elbow to shoulder. HP: 17 DMG: 4 CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:02 pm
He wouldn't have let her seen it for the world but when she passed her hands over the bloody streak where the injury had been he was swallowed by a wave of weak-kneed relief. It doubled over on itself when she rallied and charged again, and he was ready with a retaliatory jerk of the blade, this time: a solid backstab that felt both satisfying and stomach-turning. He didn't let it linger, darting nimbly back again and trying to reclaim some of the advantage of longer limbs. Amazing, she said. First thing he'd managed to do right since he'd gotten here, and he didn't even feel like he could take credit for it, not really. "Don't expect me to do it again, sweetheart," he said roughly. An empty little bluff. HP: 27 DMG: 5 CHG: 1/3 | 1/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:59 pm
It would have been nice to blame the the startled hesitation on something logical and real, such as Taym's obvious improvement with his weapon, but she couldn't.. It wasn't that he wasn't improving, he was. Fiona's sudden visit to her rib cage proved that.
No, she missed her next swing at him because he called her sweetheart.
Pale eyes widened, and as her left blade sailed uselessly past his cheek she gave a sudden grimace and rapidly bounced back out of reach.
There may have been a slight darkening of her cheeks, but considering how much they were exerting themselves, she would have been more then happy to blame the rosy hue on that.
HP: 12
DMG:
CHG: Not happening again you a*****e.
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