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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 9:56 am
Because that was what every little warrior wanted to hear after a solid stomach shot, laughter. At least it was strained, wheezing. The initial howl had been nice, admittedly, but short lived. Her lips curled at his response, and she went to lean into the fist still pressed into his stomach, but he was pushing away from her already, regain some measure of distance, and because of sheer size and strength it wasn't exactly hard for him.
She regarded that odd grin with one of her own, though lavender eyes were narrowed fiercely up at him. "Yeah, well. I guess you could say I'm more of a hands on sort of girl." A beat, and then. "Perfect height for what?" Suspicion was thick in her voice.
It was just enough distraction for the sword to swing and for her to not be able to get away from it in time. It took her in the shins, made her stagger, tripping backwards, and she gave an angry hiss when she hit the ground.
She didn't stay down though, and instead bounced right back up to her feet and darted forward, small fist raised. "Never was one for formality."
HP: 30
DMG: -
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:03 am
More laughter, though this time of the snickering variety. An angry chick was practically the norm for him. "Hands on all right~ I can dig that. Well, I'll be happy to show you what I mean after this battle," he said, grin ever present. "I believe you're one of the few people who could do it standing up."
(( This is confusing me, can we please crush her? )) Owain interrupted, uncharacteristically impatient to get some clobbering done. A tournament was all destruction to him, and it agitated his need to be somewhere more learned.
Clang went the knuckledusters against the blade as he swept them away like wind swept dust. "No?" Jack asked, feigning disappointment. "I suppose I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up: You didn't look like a girl who had the class, let alone the skill. Ah well." His swing came from the opposite side, still aimed at her legs. "I'll just make you do a private dance for me right here, then~"
HP: 25
Damage: 7
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:08 am
[ SPECTATING ]
He turned his head at Stormy's arrival, a smile passing across his face.
"Hey," said Gale, reaching out to thread his fingers through hers, giving them a gentle squeeze. He glanced towards the field, and then gave a small shrug. "Not in the slightest," he said. "I know he's a new trainee, and according to Nevada, his name is Jack, and he called me a midget, but other than that, I've got no clue. Why? He a new Mist or something?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:13 am
[Spectator]
"He called you a midget?" Nevada leaned back now, allowing Stormy to join them and watching her best friend carefully. It was kind of like the now or later moment, Did she know Jack as well? Was he the Ex?
Did Nevada mess up by assuming that Jack was nothing more than a harmless flirt? A harmless one that even made her heart thump with just a kiss across her bandage?
She sincerely hoped it wasn't that way.
"I met him in the life labs after he woke. Gave him a huge tour, He was very nice." She looked back at Jack with a odd sort of smile. "I think he might have a tad bit of a crush on me..." Or she might on him, whatever.
"You know him Stormy?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:17 am
The fight had started already when Jordan arrived. There was a small crowd gathering. That was probably natural enough; as participants were eliminated there were less fights to attend. He took up a place within Peyton's line of sight. He didn't know the man she was fighting, and he wasn't a Sun, anyway.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:19 am
Do what standing up..? She didn't understand what he meant, not until Warrick provided a bit of insight, and then tanned cheeks flared absolutely scarlet. "Not a chance in hell!" She snapped at him, voice considerably higher then she would have liked.
He'd slapped her punch away like it was nothing, throwing her balance off, and with a second, more powerful shot to the legs she went down hard in the grass, knocking the air out of her lungs. It made her wheeze, coughing to get a breath, before his voice washed over her again. Every word fitting like a sting. No class, no skill. It had her grinding her teeth as she pushed back to her feet.
<Don't listen to him, Halfpint. He's trying to rile you up.>
It's working.
<No s**t. Don't give him the satisfaction.>
There was no hint of smile on pale lips anymore. The banter had been fun while it lasted, but now he was just pissing her off. She did see Jordan though, off to the side of the tall lifer. That helped her regain some measure of composure.
She charged forward again, this time going for his right side, the the hand the sword was in, and she aimed her blade at the back of it, and tear a shallow slice up the length of his forearm.
HP: 23
DMG: 9
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:35 am
Spectating
Gale's hand should have brought her comfort, but all Stormy felt was a growing sense of dread; she grew especially pallid at the remarks Jack was making, wishing someone would just call him out on it already. "Life," she corrected Gale, glancing at the coat left behind near Peyton's. Of course Jack would be needling people, but something cold settled in her chest: did he know who Gale was then . . . ?
She fought for the answer to her best friend's question, unwilling to distract Gale before his final match but hating to keep things from either him or Nevada, especially something like this. "Yes and no," Stormy replied, not able to look at either of them, only the fight; her grip grew tighter the more Nevada spoke. "He looks like someone I used to know. Shouldn't you be resting for your fight, Gale?"
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:37 am
He bit down on the growl of pain as she sliced. Agitating her was only working in her favor, but if it wasn't obvious in the beginning, then it was now: Jack seemed to have no interest in physically winning the match, or if he did he was making a poor show of it. It was too much fun just to make someone yell at him, for reasons his partner was having trouble deciphering.
"Lackluster fighting style as well. Is that how you approach things?" Jack asked, shifting his grip on the zweihander so that his left hand held most of the weight; the swing was practically an afterthought to try and drive her away. "Just beat the s**t out of it until it goes away? That what makes you feel better?"
HP: 22
Damage: 0
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:49 am
SpectatingFinn eyed the congregation as they merged together, one by one, his chilly gaze sweeping over each of them before turning back to the fight. Jack was, as usual, dishing out some deliciously insulting banter, but even Finn could see the man was getting his a** kicked. He stood up, abruptly, and shouted. "Hey ********! Stop playing with your ******** food and take a bite already!" Totally encouraging.
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 11:04 am
[ SPECTATING ]
"He asked when Deus started recruiting from the Lollipop Guild," Gale said dryly to Nevada, with a roll of his eyes. "Not exactly the most original of insults, I'll admit, and definitely not the first, but still. He hasn't made the best first impression, but I doubt he cares."
He glanced sideways at Stormy, smiling a little. "Gotcha, good to know. At least he's not in Death; not sure he'd do too well there."
Laughing, Gale squeezed Stormy's hand again, but he could tell there was something slightly off. She seemed tenser, somehow, her face a little pale, and he tilted his head, giving her a slightly questioning look. "I'm fine," he reassured her, and then smiled a little. "I'll be okay."
He saw Jordan a short distance away and gave the other hunter a little wave.
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 11:48 am
[Spectator]
"Wow." She chuckled a little, "Not at all. At impressions. Am I just being blind and Naive here? When he talks to me, it's like flattery this and flattery that and flirt-" Which she didn't help because she was a flirt too...The more she spoke about it, the more she wondered which side was a facade.
She looked over at Finn, a perfect example of something nice...that could spout terrible nasty things. "And flirting...." Her voice died off. her head angled to take in Stormy's strain.
Was she worried for Gale's fight? Or was Jack someone she actually did know. She hated the fact that Stormy was holding back something. And If Gale hadn't been standing there, she would've called her out on it. But the sense of suspicion rose greatly and with it came an almost regretful dread. She had threatened Finn just over the mention of something of Stormy's past life, and his comment about how her Ex was here...
She curled her arms around her as cold circled her. If Jack was the Ex, she had let him kiss her. She had flirted with him...She had even begun to wonder if perhaps she should give the life hunter a chance with her.
Her silence should've been a hint for Stormy, that the girl was pulling herself in. That once again, in the same day, she felt like her sister's were creating a gap between them. Her grip tightened and she instead focused on the fight.
Even if all she could do was stare intently at Jack the whole time.
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 12:00 pm
Jordan waved in response to Gale, giving him a brief nod of acknowledgement, but most of his attention was on the fight. His eyes snapped to a trainee on the other side of the ring who seemed to be yelling to Jack, and he frowned a little, then shouted, "Kick his a**, Pey!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 3:03 pm
SpectatorThere had been a lot of grumbling and mumbling to herself before the fight, but it hadn't gotten the teen anywhere but trudging toward the field Jack was fighting on. Not only had he missed her two fights, but he'd totally ignored her during his last one so Abbi was just a tinsy bit upset. At first she had just decided not to watch, to just go about her merry way and take a nap or watch the other fights or go find someone else to hang out with. But she reasoned if she did that, then she wouldn't get to guilt him about it right after the fact. Since he was a slippery fellow, he would most likely vanish and the moment would pass, whatever pouting she'd do would only slide off him like water on duck feathers. It was best to corner him post fight for maximum guilting. Pleased with her plan, Abbi pouted her way over to the small group that had formed and looked about as displeased as she. "Is he doing bad? You guys look way upset." Abbi chirped as she attempted to slide between people, edging away from the blonde guy simply because she didn't know him. The colorful shout from Finn had the girl lifting a hand to wave at him before she turned back to the group. "Sooooooooo. How's it goin'?" There was the distinct feeling of having just missed a crucial part of the conversation, but Abbi was not in possession of the proper social graces to handle that well. Instead she looked at Nevada, then Stormy, edging up next to the former before she darted her eyes between the latter and the blonde. They should tell her things. Nyxtsuki Moon Mama Hunter here is your puppy
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 6:31 pm
Spectating
Solomon was there. And with Solomon being there came the best advice ever. Because he gave awesome advice when it came to Peyton. Albeit his advice probably should have been taken with a grain of salt.
And a face palm for those who understood it.
"KICK HIS a**! JUST PUNCH STRAIGHT!"
What?
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 6:46 pm
If Jack was in it just for the yelling, he was up against the wrong girl. Sure she was pissed, but the madder she got at him, the quieter, more determined, she was bound to get.
When her blade reached his elbow she turned away, putting space between them so she could watch where his next attack was coming from. His comments on her fighting technique garnered little more then a curl of her lips. He was baiting her, trying to get a rise out of her.
He could go ******** himself.
His sword came at her, and she put a fist up to steer the blade away from herself.
Then a shout came from the crowd that had the corners of the tiny Sun's lips curling up in the beginning of a grin. She knew that voice.
<His suggestions not half bad, either.>
I'm tabling it for later.
HP: 23
DMG:
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