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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 6:45 pm
Al struggled with her for a moment before realizing; physically, they were quite matched. But for how far they would go?... Well. Maybe not.
Al in the midst of struggling with Pey on the broken pavement, leaned over to peck her on the tip of her nose and remarked, "Good to know." His eyebrows could not have waggled any faster than they were right now.
That apparently caused crippling damage to his opponent.
God he wanted some mouth wash.
HP - 27/40
DMG - 5
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:09 pm
What the ******** was he doing?
Al leaned in, and Peyton leaned back instinctively, but apparently not fast enough as his lips brushed the tip of her nose. It made her cringe, seizing up from the shock of it, and it was enough for him to get a leg up on their little shoving match.
The pavement was not kind, and Peyton went down on it with a startled yelp.
<Kill him..
Instinctively she thrust a heel at him, but she didn't hit anything but the bottom of his ******** creep!"
HP: 20
DMG: -
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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:10 pm
Al was indeed a creep. For the sake of winning. Pey didn't need to know that, though. No. For all she knew he understood her statement as innuendo and took it to heart. Well, maybe that much was true. A little. He winked down at her.
"You're pretty," he remarked in the creepiest tone he could muster before taking the opportunity to punch her in the nose.
HP - 27/40
DMG - 3
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:12 pm
Spectating
"What the hell?" he yelled, deciding he ought to actually try and make his presence known to her--more from not wanting to be accused of absence than out of any real urge to motivate. Taym wasn't good at morale. "If I'd done that you would have put my ********' lights out. Don't let him get away with that s**t."
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:16 pm
Knuckles connected with her nos,e and Peyton gave a vicious snarl before, cupping her left hand over her face before glaring up at the Death trainee, lips curled. He was really pushing it now.
Taym's shout came as a surprise. She hadn't noticed him there, but her attention had been pretty solidly focused on Al. Ironically, her friend was actually mistaken, but it did prompt a very solid reaction from the dainty girl.
Rolling forward, she threw a fist up, spiked knuckles aimed at a very tender location.
Warrick winced in her head, offering up only a low whistle.
HP: 17
DMG: 5
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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:22 pm
Al emitted a rather amusing high-pitched whine as the punch connected and caused certain.. things... to leap up inside his body in sheer terror.
He retaliated with a slam of his staff in her face. It was much more ruthless than the punch before. He was defending someone important this time. Someones.
HP - 22/40
DMG - 5
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:30 pm
The resulting whine was music to her ears. Maybe he'd think twice before being such an insufferable little creepy in the future. Or maybe he wouldn't. At the very least, maybe he'd keep away from her.
Really, the blow to the head was a small price to pay for potentially castrating him. Worth it.
The force of it whipped her head back, but she let that momentum roll her back on her heels and she hopped up, surging forward as soon as she had a clear shot at him. Tiny fist coming up like a ******** hammer at his chin.
HP: 12
DMG: 5
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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:36 pm
Al backed off quickly as she shot up like some psychotic ghost from a japanese horror. Just. BAM. There. He tried to defend himself as best he could, all while keeping his staff between her and his jimmies. It was clear his face was somehow less important. But her face was even less important than that. He took another swing and a hit, this time at the side of her jaw.
"Bet you like that too, huh?" There was that thick swagger of a man hoping to get lucky in his tone again.
HP - 17/40
DMG - 3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:42 pm
She was going to have some very serious bruises if the assault to her face kept up, but that was nothing to the discomfort he was going to have to put up with every time he had to piss.
Her head snapped to the side again and she took an unbalanced step back. Unfortunately for Al, that lead into a really nice wind up and painful jab right at his left kidney.
<Not the brightest, is he?>
"Are you a ******** masochist or something?"
HP: 9
DMG: 4
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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:48 pm
"Mayyybeee~" He crooned exaggeratedly. "Care to find out?" His eyebrows were dancing for her again. Only no. No. He really wasn't. He just knew being hit on by a dude made concentrating hard. He knew this fact first hand.
Ugh.
He leaned forward at the pain. He ignored it as best he could this time.
"So." He struck out with Nuru aimed at her hip. "Come here often?" Then he swung him at her other side.
"Heh. Come."
HP - 13/40
DMG - 6
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:54 pm
Peyton cringed, disgust fairly obvious on her face as she retreated back a step before a shot to the hip sent her staggering, only to kiss pavement a second later as Al struck her other side.
It would have been nice to blame her awful performance on his disgusting behavior, but five battles in, specially after her lose against Jack, and Peyton was tired. The thought of losing again, specially to him, left a bitter taste in her mouth, but her body hurt, and her morale was suffering.
It took her a long handful of seconds to push back to her feet. A wild haymaker whizzed past his left shoulder, not even touching him, and the girl cursed, the swear grinding out between clenched teeth.
Her shield was toast, she could feel every crack, and she'd just left herself wide open.
HP: 3
DMG: 0
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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:54 pm
Al watched as the woman slowly fell to his blows. She was likely feeling exactly as he had; frustrated, tired, ready to end this.
He approached, Nuru held high above his head. Facade dropped. Nuru was dropped as well, the staff crashed heavily against Pey's back. He'd apologise, but would it be possible for it to look sincere? He was sorry it had come to this, but he was not sorry that he won. Not even for a moment. It was not first but it was... well... better.
That was it, he'd managed to survive. He would not lose again and he managed it on his second wind.
He drew a deep steadying breath. Part of him wanted to help her up, the other part feared she'd just rip his arm off and beat him with it for trying. Instead, he stood there looking like he was expecting something to happen.
HP - 13/40
DMG - 4
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 8:32 pm
For the second time that day Peyton was struck down. Nuru slammed into her back. her shield shattered, and she dropped like a rag doll against the rubble marked sidewalk. There was no enraged scream howling through her mind this time, only a resigned looming, patient and worried. She was exhausted, and angry, but even more then that, she was disappointed.
All things considered she shouldn't have been. She'd done well, and for having been injured she'd done exceptionally well. She would have been lying if she'd said she expected even to make it past round one. Making it all the way to the semi's? That was pretty legit.
And yet..
It wouldn't have been such a hard blow if she hadn't of lost to a pair of assholes. But she had.
With a groan she rose up on hands and knees, head still hanging low, hair shielding her face like a curtain. She didn't try to get up, not yet. Her shoulder was one giant throbbing pain, and hips hurt where he'd nailed her with the mace.
<You did great, it's okay..>
It's not good enough.
<I know..>
Al's caution against trying to offer the dainty Sun was not unfounded. There was every chance that she would do exactly what he suspected she would if he so much as touched her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 8:37 pm
Taym was down among the combatants within a few seconds, although, to be honest, it was as much to spare Al a fist to the face as it was to offer consolation to the loser.
He put a hand to Peyton's good shoulder, and taking advantage of the split second before she could react, the disgusted faces he'd been making at Al as he approached dissolved into a split-second grin and the flash of a thumb's up. Good work, bro.
"You gonna make it?" was all he said to Peyton, more nonchalant than he felt. Peyton dealt with defeat much more personally than he had, and this was the first time he'd seen it. It was alarming.
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 8:56 pm
It had been a daring move, that thumbs up, and Taym was lucky the tiny hunter hand't seen it.
Her shoulders rounded under the touch of his hand, and she sat back on her knees, head tipping so she could look up at him. It was deja vu, except it hadn't been him beside her last time, and she remembered wondering where he was, if he'd even seen what happened, and there was a flicker of anger in those pale eyes, instantaneous, but gone just as fast at it had come. "It stings," she answered, voice quiet.
She wasn't talking about any physical blow that had befallen her.
A deep breath made her thin chest rise and fall, and she let her gaze drop, flicking over the scattering of gravel and broken concrete without really seeing any of it. "I was so close."
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