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mare rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:19 pm
Taym was retreating, but not before he swiped at Shiloh's arm, the blade of his weapon catching his arm. But the hit was small, light and not enough to knock him out of countering, unlike the brutal shots he'd taken to his middle. "A little bit," Shiloh said, gritting his teeth. He let Taym step back, eager himself for another bit of a reprieve, one hand pressed against his side. Thankful that Haruka had some range, he flicked the end of her chain, just enough to catch Taym before he moved out of range. "But we're learning." HP: 18 DMG: 1 CHG: 1/3 Rejam gomen sorry I messed up charges, I didn't realize it was 3 attacks to one charge xD
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 8:54 pm
"How long have you been here?" he asked, praying that the answer was longer than he'd been. The n** of Shiloh's last attack had him on the pause again, slinking back, hesitating. Pathetically enough he already looked tired, fading fast, and he was pissed about it, knew he was visibly flagging. HP: 29 DMG: 0 CHG: 3/3
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mare rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 4:36 pm
"Just a few months." The end of Haruka's chain darted out again, flying straight for Taym. Long range aiming was not an easy thing to master, however, and while the attack connected, it's damage was considerably lessened. "You?" HP: 18 DMG: 3 CHG: 1/3
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 4:44 pm
"Same," he said, and his irritation at the fact that they'd been kicking around for comparable windows of time manifested in another sudden surge of confidence--a quick oiling in like an eel, the bite of the knife keen again, aimed low in Shiloh's gut. And again the obvious, careful forcing of himself to stay there, to not pull away and put space between them. Maybe talk would distract. Maybe it would only distract himself, but he risked it as he drove the blade home. "Same for Maebe? Maybe I should try her next." HP: 26 DMG: 5 CHG: 3/3
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mare rolled 6 12-sided dice:
8, 11, 3, 7, 11, 3
Total: 43 (6-72)
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:02 pm
Quote: disregard this, wrong dice
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mare rolled 8 12-sided dice:
12, 1, 7, 5, 9, 1, 8, 11
Total: 54 (8-96)
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:22 pm
The knife found its way home again, biting into his abdomen. Haruko was going berserk in his head, wanting to desperately sink her fangs into their opponent. Shiloh, in one last ditch attempt, matched her 'enthusiasm', his initial grunt turning into a growl as he swung Haruko upwards with all his might, the forced of her jaws amplified, the runes burning brightly against her metallic teeth. It was close quarters, and Shiloh did his best to upper cut Taym with his weapon, rather than resort to his fists. At such forces, Haruko was even more unwieldy than usual, and it was all Shiloh could do to hold on as the chain wrapped around his wrist dragged him forward and down into the dirt after punching past Taym. "She'd... Kick your a**..." He laughed weakly, as he pushed himself to his feet. Haruko hadn't given up the fight yet, and neither would he, pulling the chain from where it had dug deeply into his skin with a wince and turning back towards Taym. HP: 6 DMG: 13 First Level: 6d12 First Dice: Hit Damage: 13 Fifth Dice: 9-12: Take 50% damage (multiply result by .5 or divide by 2) Damage to Self: 13/2 = 7
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Rejam rolled 8 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 2
Total: 19 (8-32)
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:30 pm
The crack of the heavy metal jaws sent him onto his a** with a curse, clutching his chin, and he spent the space of a winded attempt to catch a breath watching the horizon wobble and the bright lights he normally associated with an impending migraine painting streaks across the sky.
But no sooner was he down than the runes on his knife's blade flickered--a dappled light like sunlight shifting through a canopy reflected up onto his face--and he visibly recovered: a subtle shift from dazed pain to steady wrath, a shift from fumbling to his feet to unfolding with the stiff-jointed, mechanical movement of a spider. When Taym returned to his half-crouch, he was fixing Shiloh with a look that didn't seem suited to a friendly spar. Temper, temper.
"You think she would?" he challenged.
HP: 13 + 16 from heal = 29
DMG: n/a
CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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mare rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:54 pm
"Definitely," Shiloh answered resolutely. Taym was refreshed, his expression and movements stronger, meanwhile Shiloh was struggling just to stay afloat. He swayed a little, but Haruko, despite her waning energy, was as hell-bent on winning as ever, and she barked incessantly in his head, urging him for another strike. Shiloh listened, hauling her off the ground with pronounced effort and once again sending her snapping at Taym. If they were going to go down, at least they'd go down swinging. HP: 6 DMG: 5
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 8:44 pm
"Tell her I'm game if she is," said Taym, the mockery back. But it was a thin veil over his obvious discomfort: his irritation at Shiloh, his rage at having been knocked on his a** by a boy with pink hair and a questionable Twitter handle (which was a polite phrase for the way he was mentally labeling him) warring with his clear reluctance to subject himself to a second round of violence. Violence pushed strange buttons in him that he didn't want pushed. He enjoyed it, and didn't like enjoying it. HP: 29 DMG: CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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mare rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 6:53 pm
Battles weren't half as fun when getting his a** handed to him, Shiloh decided. But that line of thinking only had the effect of driving him harder, and he flicked the chain out again at Taym again. "I'll let her know," Shiloh grinned. "Or maybe you can slip her a love note beneath her door..." HP: 6 DMG: 3 Rejam shiloh is cruisin for a bruisin
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 7:05 pm
"A love note?" Taym barked a laugh. "Is that what she's calling them? She did seem a little delusional. Wish I could say I was flattered."
He circled warily, eyeing the chain. "Then again, everyone here's a little off the rocker. I don't know why she'd be exempt."
Suddenly, with alarming speed and all the reach those gangly simian arms could give him, Taym closed in, and although he again went for the hollow under Shiloh's ribs and he again wrenched the blade in a circle, he did it with his jaw set, with his face steeled, looking as though he'd rather have been doing anything else. He was tired, he was hot, he was the same nerves-jangled, adrenaline-fueled shaken that he always was after a fight, and he wanted it over. And for once, he'd seen an opportunity to try and end it, and he'd taken it.
He had one hand on Shiloh's shoulder like he was pinning him to some imaginary specimen board, and he kept it there, fingers clenched, while he jerked the blade and watched him, waiting for some sign of defeat, hoping he wasn't about to dart back for another go at him.
HP: 26
DMG: 8
CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 7:31 pm
Shiloh laughed, "That's not very nice, you're stuck here with us, you know." He wasn't sure he'd classify Taym as exempt either, but he didn't have time to consider the matter further as the thin man launched onto the offensive, not so nicely jabbing his blade into the tender flesh beneath Shiloh's ribs. Shiloh grunted, and tried to find the strength to push Taym back, but his hands grabbed uselessly onto Taym's shirt, gripping but lacking the power to move him away, or to move the weapon carving out his side. There was a crackling of blue as his shield gave way to Taym and Fiona, and Haruko growled menacingly in his head, but there was nothing either of them could do. Her reserves were spent, and no matter how she raised her hackles, she could no longer protect him. Shiloh coughed, hands grasping at his side, trying to pull the blade from it as he slumped forward onto Taym's arm, making no move to attack him further. Without the fear shield, it was incredibly painful, and Shiloh had no pretenses that he could cheat death. HP: -2 DMG: 0
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 10:20 pm
He yanked the blade free, and for an instant he stepped back as though he'd let Shiloh fall--as though he'd rather see him crumple than have to touch him any longer. But guilt caught up, and the same stomach-churning reaction to violence, and he reached out to grab Shiloh's shoulder again, without letting him slump onto him. How was it, he wondered, that a person like Peyton could revel in violence and help her opponents up with a smile, when it made him feel sick (although vaguely, in a familiar way, it also made him feel competent and vicious and awake in a way that was profoundly addictive), and all he wanted to do was let them fall and walk--run, if he was being honest--somewhere far away. "Should have told me your shield was cracking," he said roughly, as Fiona winked out of existence. "That's how you avoid s**t like that."
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 6:45 pm
Shiloh managed to steady himself, thanks to Taym's surprising hand on his shoulder. The blade being dislodged didn't necessarily lessen his pain, and Shiloh straightened with a groan, his hand on his side as he stepped backward, regaining his balance. "Eh? Isn't that the point?" Shiloh asked, forcing another smile. Shiloh didn't derive any pleasure from hurting people, at least, he had convinced himself that he didn't, but spars and battles, they were different. The whole point was to go all out, to get stronger. If either party held back, they wouldn't learn anything. The enemy certainly wasn't going to nicely stop when Shiloh mentioned his shield was almost done. He smiled again, more genuinely this time, and after tucking Haruka's charm onto his belt-loop, he offered Taym his free hand. Taym had given him his best, and odd as it seemed, Shiloh thanked him for it. "Congratulations on your win. I'll tell Maebe she has something to look forward to."
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 7:06 pm
He eyed Shiloh's hand like it was a snake whose bite had not yet been tested for venom, but he took it, finally, and his handshake was surprisingly firm, the trembling suppressed by the act. "The point's to familiarize yourself with fighting, not to end up a bloody smear on the field," he told him, and he'd meant to snap it out but it emerged subdued. "Thanks for humoring me. And you tell Maebe I said hi," he said, baring his teeth in another grin, "when you deliver that message." He turned to go without so much as a goodbye, thrusting his hands into his pockets and hunching into his coat as he went--as though it were cold, as though he'd just woken up; not at all as though he'd spent the past several minutes working up a sweat in the heat.
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