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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:06 pm
That stopped her more efficiently than any blow could have. She blinked, suddenly straightening up and frowning at him. It wasn't the first time she'd been told that, but usually it was Rep or Harrison making the accusation, and she didn't give two ******** what they thought of her. This? This was different. "I'm not being condescending." At least she didn't think so... "I was being serious. Most folks freeze up when they're struck, they don't retaliate that quickly." She was being sincere, but was that still condescending? Still frowning, she brought her hands back up. If he didn't want the praise she wouldn't give it. That was fine, she was content with a serious spar. Light and fun would have been preferable, but they could play rough as well. There wasn't much in the way of warning when she launched herself at him again, and the wicked point of the stiletto was ducked as she moved in on him. The punch took him in the stomach, knuckles sinking in as she rose into the strike. HP: 44 DMG: 8 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 10:20 pm
"It doesn't matter if you're being serious --" The rest of that statement went out of him as she struck him again, and this time Ever gave up -- stepping into the blows to swing at her close up, a good foot taller than her and close enough to take advantage of that height. He hit harder, ignoring the thrumming demand in the back of his mind, Amory wanting the charge loosed, wanting to bite into the girl. He drew in a breath. "I'm not a dog. I don't want a pat on the head from a girl like five years younger than me." HP: 17/40 Charge: 3/3 DMG: 7
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:27 pm
She didn't see how a genuine compliment was somehow bad, hadn't had the social experience to know any better. A questioning prod was sent Warrick's way, but the demon gave only a mental shrug in return. And maybe she'd have questioned Ever about it, but he wouldn't give her the time to. The stiletto sank in, biting into her shield and bruising the flesh beneath, and Peyton let out a sharp hiss. Knuckle spikes collided with his side, a quick retaliation as she tore away from him, out of arms range. HP: 37 DMG: 3 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-8)
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 9:21 pm
Every time she hit it hurt, and that was -- well. New. Neither Cami nor Cee had ever hit as hard as Peyton seemed to everytime, and his reaction was a deep breath, a pause to give in to his weapon and loose his charge, trying to hop back out of her reach as he did. Amory hissed a frustrated sigh in his ear as it went awry, as the charge fizzled: unsuccessful, it seemed. // You're going to lose. // And so Ever kept talking, maybe just to drown out the voice in his head, "It's like you think I'm a starving dog. I don't need the praise. It's not embarrassing that you're kicking my a**, I don't give a s**t about that, but it is embarrassing that you're congratulating me for stupid victories in the heart of it." HP: 14/40 Charge: 0/3 DMG: 0
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:12 am
"If you don't care for praise then we'll leave it out of any and all future training." It never bothered her when Rep or Harrison raged on her, but they were assholes and she put very little stock in their opinions. This bothered her, and that was evident in the set of delicate features, the clipped state of her voice. Even the jab of knuckles into his shoulder as she threw a left handed punch at him. She was finding herself to be a rather protective, maternal figure. The desire to keep those around her safe and happy was a strong one. Usually those efforts were rewarded with gratitude, or in some cases, amused exasperation. Insult hadn't even occurred to her. HP: 37 DMG: 3 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 4:05 pm
"That's not the point -- damnit." He hissed in pain and swung in reply, and was as surprised as anyone by just how much it ripped through her shield. Immediately, Ever regretted it, because attacking a fellow hunter out of anger was a good way to get yourself in trouble He took a step back, licking his lips uncertainly. "It's like when there's a race and everyone gets an award." Not that he'd ever been in such a race but -- you picked things up, listening to conversations. "It insults everyone involved." HP: 11/40 Charge: 1/3 DMG: 8
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 6:15 pm
The blow pulled a yelp of pain from the dainty hunter that dissolved into an angry hiss, one thin arm swiping out and catching air as he jerked away from her. "No," she corrected, voice irritable and carrying the faintest edge of a growl. That had been an impressive hit, but she saved her praise. "If I coddled you and said it was okay every time you missed or made a weak hit, that would be like giving trophies away to every participant." He had struck a nerve. "If something impresses me, I tend to mention it. If something was well done, it should be acknowledged." Positive reinforcement. It didn't work for everyone, but it worked more often than not. "If you would rather not know if you're excelling, that is your choice, and I will keep my opinions to myself." She lunged as the last word fell from her lips, toe digging into the dirt to give her the speed she needed to pivot past his stiletto so a solid right hook slammed into his ribs. HP: 29 DMG: 5 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 6:48 pm
Ever kept a hand across his ribs as he lashed back at her -- his shield battered enough that, at this point, he should be calling uncle. If he'd thought of it, maybe he would. But the conversation was distracting enough that he just shook his head at her, twisting the stiletto in his hand. "I'm not excelling, which is why it's condescending." He licked his lips, watching her warily. "And you're not my teacher, either." HP: 6/40 Charge: 2/3 DMG: 0
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 7:06 pm
"No, you aren't, but you are learning, and some of your hits have been damn good, as has some of your maneuvering." With out a warning she didn't know how battered his shield was. This would have been more of a concern before the dampeners had been installed, but now? Now it wouldn't matter if his shield shattered. He might walk away bruised and sore, but he would walk away. She snorted at him, exasperated. "And maybe not officially." Yet. "But I will be specializing in hand to hand combat of this nature." She hadn't moved far away from him after the last hit, and it was easy to close that small distance, bracing a foot on the patched earth as she brought an arm up to catch him square in the chest. HP: 29 DMG: 5 CHG: 3/3
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 7:14 pm
He felt that: drove the breath out of him, and he would definitely be left with bruising across his chest, a pretty picture to remember later. Still. He didn't yield, and didn't reply to that, not even to say that Peyton would never be his teacher. He just swung at her again, albeit weakly, now. HP: 1/40 Charge: 3/3 DMG: 3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 7:30 pm
He could say she would never be her teacher, but Peyton had big plans. She was not content being merely one of the crowd. Ambition fueled her, it had been what had seen her promoted within the first few months of being on the island. It had her up at dawn every morning, training, working hard. It made sure she made it to all missions, accepted every offer to spar. He stabbed at her again, the tip of the stiletto biting into her arm. She gave a soft hiss, but instead of moving away from her she snapped a hand out to grab his wrist, jerking him forward to throw off his balance. When he teetered she turned, adding a second hand to the first as she positioned his arm over her shoulder. Then, employing her small stature to her benefit, and drawing on Warrick's offered strength, and yanked him clear off his feet and over her shoulder to slam him into the ground at her feet. HP: 26 DMG: 1 CHG: 3/3
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 8:11 pm
He didn't get up, this time, to come at her again: instead he lay on the ground, stunned and blinking up at her, Amory still clutched as tightly as he could manage in one hand. Ever felt battered and bruised, now, imagined he could feel fingerprints from where she'd grabbed him. There was a little whisper in the back of his mind: just put yourself out of your misery. And it was kind of scary that Ever couldn't tell if it was his own thought or Amory messing with him again. At least it dragged him back into focus, helped him draw in a slow breath, blinking up at Peyton, and made him find his tongue again. "...want to tell me I did a good job?" Even aching, he could be sarcastic.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 8:21 pm
When she was sure he wasn't getting up again the Sun desummoned her partner, bracing hands on her hips as she looked down at white haired young-man at her feet. The sarcasm was met with a sharp exhale through her nose that might have been amusement, but also could have just as easily been irritation. The tiny upward twitch of glossed lips pointed towards it being the former, and she shook her head before offering her hand down to him. "You didn't completely suck for a fresh faced newbie facing off against a Sun a rank above you."
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 8:58 pm
He didn't take her hand, immediately: just lay there in the dirt, taking a brief inventory of all the little aches and pains she'd left in her wake. It wasn't meant to be an insult. It just hurt to move, he had to put his body back to rights before he could lift his arm to take hers, Amory desummoned as he did. Standing, he wobbled a little, a hand across his chest -- which hurt the most, strangely -- and squinted down at her. "Is there a tub somewhere I could use? maybe?"
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