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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 4
Total: 13 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:07 pm
"I like to think I didn't leave so much as branch out, gotta say," America was grinning, but the sentiment was entirely sincere. The main difference in being a Moon was slightly less time watching cartoons with Allan and a marked increase in her protectiveness of Sun hunters. Taking the hit, America used the proximity to catch Peyton's arms in Stryker's chains, binding them hard and tight for a brief moment before releasing and trying to move away and get some distance once more. "It can be, you go up against another weapon like mine, be wary as ******** of the whole weapon, not just the pointy bits. 'Course when we're fighting together, the others don't have a chance." It was turning less into a spar and more into a set of examples of how each moved, what they could do, weaknesses and strengths gradually revealing themselves as they fought. HP: 46 Dmg: 7 Charge: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 10:52 am
"I guess that's not a bad way to think about it. Besides, if you hadn't gone moon, we couldn't have formed the most bad a** Eclipse team ever." Never mind that, as of yet, they had not gotten a chance to fight back to back, she sincerely believed that America and herself made an unstoppable duo. And why the ******** not? The chains caught her arms snapping them together painfully before loosening enough for her to slip free, and she turned, hands up and ready. Meteor hammers were no joke. But she was starting to get a feel for their versatility. It wasn't just the heavy end she had to worry about, but the whole damn thing. That in mind, she sprinted in, past those dangerous links, and brought a dainty little fist around for a hard right hook into the other girl's side. This was followed by a left, spiky knuckles sinking into shield covered ribs. HP: 18 HP: 11 CHG: 2/3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 2
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 5:01 am
Clenching her teeth at the double impact of Peyton's tiny little truck-fists, America was knocked back several feet and down to one knee. Her ribs ached, and the girl thought, with grim cheer, that the bruises would uniquely say Peyton was Here to anyone familiar with the Sun. Resisting the urge to clutch her side, America held onto bladed ball, whipping the chain against Peyton's legs as she drew it back to her. HP: 35 Dmg: 6 Charge: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 9 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 2, 4, 1
Total: 22 (9-36)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 8:03 pm
[Omg I've been using the wrong dice for this for like a month now. No wonder she hasn't been hitting as hard!]
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Beejoux rolled 11 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 1, 3
Total: 26 (11-44)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 8:08 pm
The chain snapped around to whack Peyton in the shins and she gave a very loud hiss followed by a curse. That stung like a mother. < You're losing.> Warricks voice carried a fine growl to it, as much irritation as excess energy from all the Fear he'd soaked up. < If you're going to go down, at least go down swinging, Halfpint.> He certainly had a point. Peyton grinned, tensing as Warrick force fed all the power back into her tiny body. It let her streak forward, barreling towards the red head, around that long chain and heavy ball, and right up close and personal. The first hit came in low, but she worked her way up America's body in sharp, spiked jabs, and wicked slashes. HP: 12 DMG: 17.6 rounded up to 18 CHG: Usin' Swift Strike.
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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 3, 1, 3, 2, 4
Total: 20 (7-28)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 8:23 pm
Faster than a human had any right to be, Peyton's itty fists proceeded to beat the s**t out of America before the redhead could even put up a proper defense. She'd definitely be feeling every ******** hit tomorrow. The final hit knocked the redhead back hard enough to toss her. Bending into the fall, America turned it into a one-handed back handspring, then a cartwheel, then another until she was as the end of Stryker's length.
The weapon, it should be said, was ecstatic at the move. When the girl yanked him back from where she'd left him, a glowing ball of fire remained in his place and half a breath later exploded.
As the smoke cleared, America sent up a small prayer and rushed over to make sure Peyton was okay. Thanks to the dampeners, at least, Pey was in better condition than the charred bits of rubble around her.
Hp:17
Dmg: 17
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 10:05 am
"Are you o-" Then there was fire. A giant fireball that seemed to erupt from nowhere, though she knew damn well what the source was. Phoenix had been such an appropriate name for America in wonderland. The fireball exploded, and what had been frightening a moment before was suddenly very painful. Peyton, tiny as she was, went flying. She was airborne for a brief second, then she was bouncing across the patched lawn before rolling to a stop with a pained groan that she would have sworn came out in a puff of grey smoke. When she could see bast the light spots from the explosion there was an America staring down at her. "Aw, hey gorgeous." Moving seemed out of the question for the moment, but she did manage a smile.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 12:55 pm
Eyebrows raised, America gave Peyton an apologetic grin, "Wanna piggyback ride?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 12:58 pm
The grin was returned, and her hand rose up. "Yes please."
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