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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 9
Total: 21 (2-24)
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 Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:12 pm
Otto let out a sharp, but brief yelp. The pain was fast, there and then gone as his Fear shield took the brunt of the damage. It had burned quickly. She sure got him good. Without much time to worry about it, he spun around once, hefting his weapon up and out to knock Peyton back, and then stepped forward once again to try and knock her down with an additional few strikes.
HP: 50
Dmg: 15
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:17 pm
Was this the difference in power between a trainee and a hunter? ********! He hit her and it felt like a ******** truck plowing her over. She hit the ground, hard, and barely had time to realize the wind had been knocked out of her before Otto brought Tenya down like a club, wailing on her without relent.
Fighting to breath, she kicked out at him, forcing him back from her so she could get away from the giant a** boomerang and back on her feet with a pained wheeze. "********, you hit hard.." She staggered, clutching at her middle for half a second before jerking forward, aiming a tiny fist right for his stomach. Ready to knock the air out of him, like he'd done to her.
HP: 11
DMG: 7
CHG: 3
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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 11
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:25 pm
Otto smirked.
The only reason he was winning was because he was more well trained, and had a stronger bond with his weapon. That was all. It wasn't a real win, really. He hit hard because of all the work he put into getting better.
He staggered back, sucking in a breath as his gut took a hit. Without missing a beat, he backhanded her to the side with the flat side of Tenya's form.
HP: 43
Dmg: 7
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Beejoux rolled 11 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 4, 4, 3, 3, 4, 2, 2, 2, 3
Total: 32 (11-44)
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:36 pm
It was an almost casual backhand that sent Peyton reeling, and she barely caught herself, balance clung to. But that last hit had let Warrick drink in enough FEAR from Otto's shield that the demon was buzzing with it. Charged, energized, even eager, despite the warning that purred through her mind.
<You need to be careful, one more solid hit and I'll break, and it'll be the infirmary all over again. I can fix the outward damage, but your pride is another story.>
Peyton stiffened, scowling at the suggestion of caution, before charging forward again, drawing on all that gathered energy to lend speed to an already agile little body. She darted in, closing the space he'd created between them in the blink of an eye. Almost a blur. The first strike hit him in the side, blade sinking in hilt deep before tearing out of his body as she moved past him, turning, opposite arm cocking back to drive knuckles into his back.
It was a barrage of hits. Not overly impressive on their own, but they just kept coming, too fast to dodge, or even to block. It was the best she was going to do in this fight, the only really impressive thing she had to offer before she was going to have to admit defeat.
And she knew she was going to lose. Knew it by the crackled feel of her shields and the cautious prowling of the demon in her mind. Over protective growling like white noise.
Alright. "alright!"
She screamed it in her head before shouting it out loud as she hopped back and away from him, using what little boosted speed she had left to slip out of the immediate range of the boomerang.
HP: 4
DMG: 24
CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:59 pm
He didn't see her coming. Not at all. He was blindsided, and the only way he knew where she was came from stabs of pain and a blond blur passing him by. The consecutive hits, one after another with such speed, took the air out of him.
He barely stayed up once she'd back up, using Tenya as a leaning post to catch his bearings.
He looked up as she alerted him she was done, impressed she knew enough to listen to her weapon when the shield was so low. "Dang, you hit hard." He smirked.
HP: 19
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 10:07 pm
Peyton stayed on alert even after she'd thrown in the towel, experience having taught that there was always that slim chance that your opponent wouldn't care that your shield was toast, that they'd continue attacking even after a forfeit. Crazed.. She hadn't really thought Otto of all people would sink so low, but her guard stayed up until he smirked at her, throwing her compliment to him back in her face. It made her blink, startled, before she dropped back to sit in the grass, grinning. "Yeah, when I manage to connect." Sometimes she didn't have any trouble at all, and sometimes it took a few misses before she got her head in the game. It just meant she needed more training. More practice. Warrick gave a placated hum at the back of her mind, pleased at being heeded. For a little while they'd been at odds, but their bond was much stronger now. Fueled by mutual attachment. She depended on him to be there, always, and he was fiercely protective of her. It worked.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 10:11 pm
Lucky for Peyton, Otto didn't take much joy in fighting. He sparred so that both parties could improve their game. No more than that. Hurting someone, no matter how much he didn't like them, didn't sit right with him. Even if he did fantasize about laying down some serious hurt on Rep every now and then, he'd never actually try and end him. Not as if he had that power, anyway. Otto dismissed Tenya, the boomerang transforming back into a silver necklace. He stretched his arms over his head, a few cracks echo'd out in response. "Good work out."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:33 am
Peyton, on the other hand, enjoyed a good fight, but then considering her division, that only made sense. She was a competitive thing, and she always felt as though she had something to prove, small as she was. So it had been through school, and so it was now. Warrick disappeared seconds after Tenya, the demon returning to the pair of gold rings that looped around small thumbs. "Yeah it was. Good thing for our weapons, or I'd be mighty sore after this." She snorted, pushing back to her feet.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 2:32 pm
"Yeah.." That was their general purpose. The only reason they could do anything they did was because of them. They'd die without them... "I'm off. I got s**t to do." The teen started to head out from the field. He'd dropped off Peyton's order, and even had a spar. Now he'd best get back to work. He was no good at small talk, nothing he could do or say to pass time. It wasn't in his power. He wasn't a normal person, with normal social skills.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 6:32 pm
Well that was abrupt. Peyton blinked after him as he started to walk away, but rolled her shoulders in a shrug before reaching up in a stretch. "Yeah, alright. see you later!" Small talk just wasn't his thing.
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