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 Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:17 pm
Evan had sat himself on Nevada's bad side as Chel's next match started. He was noticeably more subdued than he had been during Chel's previous matches. It wasn't that he wanted her to win any less--if anything, he wanted her to win this one even more--but he couldn't help but feel like he shouldn't be here. This wasn't about scoring some petty revenge on Peyton for showing up, uninvited and unwanted, at his own match; he was genuinely out here to support Chel.
Advice bubbled up to his lips and then died before it could escape. Despite it all, he held no real grudge or any kind of enmity towards Peyton. He didn't want to distract either of the combatants, and he certainly didn't want Peyton to act against Chel to spite him. He knew how much of a threat the tiny huntress really was.
Then, Chel did something admirably unorthodox and entirely hilarious, and Evan choked back a laugh as Peyton went down the dune. He hid it in a cough behind his fist as he quietly cheered Chel on.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:21 pm
Spectating
Solomon had made sure he wasn't still covered in mud and changed into a (dry) clean shirt. In fact, he even smelled vaguely like Secret Powder-Fresh.
He'd shown up in time for Peyton to be dune'd. Solomon scratched the side of his visor as he considered the proper course of action to take at this point - namely did one advise their friend to take out another friend's friend's eyes? Wow, that statement was really confusing. A lot of friends in it.
"C'MON PEYTON!" he cheered, throwing a hand in the air despite the fact she'd just been thrown down. Hey, she was a big girl, she could handle all this!
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:30 pm
"Sorry abo-" A foot collided with her midsection and the tiny hunter went reeling backwards before the force of the blow sent her down hard, rolling down the dune with a soft umph as she landed at the bottom. At this point she was painfully aware that she was facing off against another Sun hunter. The boys had been tough, they'd put up a great fight, but Chels was on an entirely different level.
But she heard more cheering in the crowd, this time for her, and she turned her head as she pushed herself up to spot Solomon on the sidelines. Another friendly face to bolster her confidence.
Back on her feet Peyton made a sprint up the hill, charging at the other girl. She didn't have the advantage of size that Chels had, but she had speed. It let her slip around the bow to reach the other girl's side, and she aimed a punch at that slender waist, going for the kidneys.
As knuckles connected she caught sight of Evan, and lavender eyes narrowed down, lips curling. She knew he'd show up.
HP:19
DMG: 3
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:32 pm
Chel was surprised at how fast the girl could move. Her gameplan had been to get Peyton to the bottom of the dune, then shoot arrows at her as she attempted to make her way up, but with how fast Peyton moved there was only enough time to get a single arrow in.
"Atchung- harsh half pinkie!" she chided, "You got a grudge or somethin'?"
She then followed Peyton's eyesight, as they seemed focused on someone else. Evan! Aw yay, Evan had shown up. Gears clicked in her head. "Oooh, or maybe its a crush?"
HP: 30/40
DMG: 2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:47 pm
"Or something," she growled out, though only snapped pale eyes back to Chels as she inquired as to the possibility of a crush. In all honesty she did, and the recipients of said budding affection were both present, but Evan was most certainly not one of them. "Oh no, you can have the marine all to yourself." Peyton didn't want him. She didn't want anything to do with him.
Her shoulder gave a familiar throb.
There was something about Evan's presence, that was absolutely infuriating. He might have bore her no ill will, but she still held a fairly solid grudge against him. One that wasn't likely to go away any time soon.
She wanted to prove to him how strong she could be, despite her lack of strength in her left arm. Not just to him, really. She wanted to prove to everyone that she deserved to be in Sun. That an injury would not make her back down.
Besides, Solomon was watching, and Taym, and Jordan, and she really hated to let them down.
The blade in her left had jerked, tip slicing through flesh and shield, but that was only a prelude. Her right fist cocked back, and she brought it around in a powerful hay maker to the ribs.
It was coincidence more then planning that had kept them near the edge of the tall dune, but it was Peyton's clear intent to knock the other girl down it just as she'd done to her.
HP:17
DMG: 9
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:53 pm
Chel threw her head back in laughter, only to be cut short by the feeling of the blade against her shield. Yowch, no fun. Luckily there wasn't any lasting pain or carnage- thank god Tenebrae took care of that. She didn't want to be a bloody mess, thank you.
< It pleases me that you are acknowledging my existence. >
"Well geez, princess, you didn't have to freak out. It's okay if you like Evan, you don't gotta hide it. He's a pretty sweet piece of a**, I wouldn't blame ya!" Something a little more serious shone in her eyes as she knocked another arrow. If Peyton was going to get serious about all this, Chel had to retaliate as such.
After losing an arrow in Peyton's direction, she couldn't help but be a bit more curious. Maybe there was something more going on?
< Focus. >
Right, right.
HP: 21/40
DMG: 5
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:05 pm
The vicious wind very nearly whipped the combatants' words away, but he barely caught the name, and without a single flicker of expression he looked over at the person who'd been the focus of the conversation ever since Peyton had looked at him.
Well. There was that. Big scary-looking ********. Peyton could fight her own battles.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:25 pm
Peyton's response to Chels' continued misinterpretation of things was dragging out a rather pained expression from her dainty opponent. Wrong. She couldn't have been more wrong.
She was shaking her head, maybe a little too quickly, when the arrow took her high in the chest and pulled a startled cry from her, while subsequently re-narrowing Peyton's focus on the match itself and not on what Chels' was saying. She didn't have a clue what was really going on, and Peyton continued her tight-lipped refusal to speak about it.
So she went on the offensive again, thrusting a hand up to force the bow up and away before aiming one curved blade at the other girl's stomach.
HP: 12
DMG: 5
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:29 pm
Chel stepped back from the blade at her stomach, instead causing damage to herself as she tripped backwards, bow and all. Fighting on a sandy hill was the worst. She never wanted to do this again.
Peyton had gotten oddly quiet. Chel realized she might have overstepped her bounds by a bit. "Er, didn't mean to pry. I'll drop it dude." She nodded, finding this the most suitable solution.
She sat herself up (which was an awkward position, still) and fired a few more arrows from her bow. "We can just stick to fighting!"
HP: 16
DMG: 5
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:37 pm
She's strong.
<You're stronger. Keep fighting.>
War..
<Shut up and fight. You don't give in, you don't back down. You got this, Halfpint.>
Peyton's lips pressed together, clamping down on a pain sound as the arrows smacked into her, eating at her shield. Range weapons were her weakness, she'd never don't terribly well against anyone ranged, and Chels was a Sun to boot. It made her formidable all on her own, but she was also inventive, almost reckless.
Unpredictable.
Another charge, another fist to the body. But Peyton was getting tired, she could feel it. Her shield was holding on by shreds.
HP: 7
DMG: 4
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:40 pm
Despite her relatively unfazed facade, Chel was starting to feel the burn. The sand in her eyes, had her tear ducts running and her hands moving to her eyes every few moments.
"s**t I can't wait to get off this du-"
WHAP.
Peyton's hit landed strongly, directly to Chel's core.
< You need to take this more seriously. >
SHUT UP, Chel roared in her mind, I know okay? I know!
HP: 12
DMG: 0
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:47 pm
An expectation of more arrows has Peyton tense and on edge, but none came. Maybe the wind was starting to wear her opponent down, maybe it was Peyton's attacks, but something was slowing the other girl, making her hesitate, distract her.
<Strike now. Take advantage.>
She did. Digging her toe into the sand and sprinting forward. Her hand thrust upward, palm open, into Chels chin. Aimed to hurt as much as to disorientate. Peyton was hanging on by a thread, if she wanted any chance of winning this thing she was going to have to pull out all the stops.
HP: 7
DMG: 4
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:48 pm
< It is optimal that you- >
Shut up, shut up, shut up. With each repetition she could feel her shield waning more and more. It stung, having her weapon tell her everything she was going wrong. It was frustrating, and she felt more lost than connected to him. What the hell kind of partner had she been attached to?
She didn't have time to respond to Peyton's whirlwind of attacks. She threw up Tenebrae as a defense, but Peyton knocked it away. "Yer just feistier as time goes on, huh?"
HP: 8/40
DMG: 0
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:54 pm
<Yes, keep going! Don't give her a chance to recover!>
The demon was roaring in her head, drowning out the sound of the wind, drowning out almost everything, but she heard Chels, and her lisp twitched upward, not quite a smile. "Cornered dogs bite," she answered back. Level and even.
Tell me
<You can do this.>
Say it again
<You can win!>
Knuckles sank into the other woman's stomach, spikes digging upward as she braced her foot, pushing up from the sand.
She wanted this. She wanted this so bad.
HP: 7
DMG: 6
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:56 pm
Chel didn't like being bitten.
As Peyton's hand met with her chin, she grabbed the wrist and twisted, throwing Peyton's weight with it. "I'm not done yet!"
Not done maybe, but tired.
HP: 3/40
DMG: 6
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