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Ephebe rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:32 am
"Aww, but I really like it!" That was as far as she got in her reply before he was at her again, pushing her backwards and attacking her rapidly. For a bit, she just focused on trying to prevent his attacks, but this didn't seem to be going too well for her - every time she'd block one slash, he'd quickly stab at her in another place, leaving her frustrated and unable to retaliate. She needed to change things up. Jumping backwards out of his reach, she circled for a second before finding an opportune moment and quickly throwing herself into reach, wheels out, and trying to get at him under his guard. "Maybe if I focus on training my speed I can get so fast that fancy s**t is more viable?" ____ HP: 22/40 Damage: 8 dmg Charges: 3/3
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Yayoi rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 1
Total: 7 (3-12)
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:09 am
Zascha let out a low grunt as her attack connected. The pain along his sides made his flesh scream. He really didn't need to open up those old scars. Well, they weren't too old so he couldn't really call them old. Maybe a few months old. Even still, the feeling shook him to the core. Once again he pushed her back, taking a few steps backwards himself. "Maybe, until you come across someone who can twirl way faster than you. Or can tie you down so you can't do your little twirly gig thing." He made a circle in the air with a finger. Gripping Gothsmog's pole tightly, he pointed the tip of the blade at Finley. Ready?Yes do it!Gothsmog began to glow as he concentrated. A bright red, the runes along the blade seemed to move. But no, they weren't moving. Her blade was vibrating, the edges of the blade hissed and crackled. As if it had been stuck into a fire. He lunged at Finley, stabbing at her full on before shifting his weight and slashing upwards with Gothsmog's burning edges. Finley would feel an extreme burning sensation through her clothes, one that lingered on her skin beneath. ------ HP: 21/40 DMG: 3 for one turn Charge: 0/3
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Ephebe rolled 4 8-sided dice:
7, 6, 4, 1
Total: 18 (4-32)
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 6:58 am
Finley let out an 'oof' as he pushed her backwards again - but before that, Zayde had nudged her Hunter's mind, quietly, gleefully, pointing out how he'd reacted when she'd gotten him in the sides. :: Weakness! :: her weapon was cackling, urging her human to follow up on it. But before they got to that, Zascha's weapon started rippling almost, hissing and crackling. For a moment she just stared, entranced by how interesting this looked, before Zayde called her back to attention, :: it's not interesting you twit, it's ominous! ::The warning came too late though, because already her opponent was slashing at her again. The attack burned, even through her clothes, and for a second Finley almost curled in on herself, hand on her heaving chest to soothe the pain. And then she realised that for all the burning feeling of the attack, it didn't seem to have actually done much damage to her. Blinking, she broke into a smile before moving to retaliate with an attack of her own. She went straight for his sides again, aiming to exploit what her weapon was calling an obvious weakness. And then, with a prod from Zayde, she smirked and followed up by activating her own weapon ability. For a mili-second nothing seemed to be happening but then the wheels changed colour, becoming a lovely bright golden that kept getting brighter. Hoping he was properly blinded, she went in for a follow-up attack and imitating him by using one of her wheels to slash, before finally replying to the conversation she'd neglected so far, "well to be fair, there's not really any fighting style that's suited to being tied up. And if you get too utilitarian, you might end up becoming downright predictable in your movements, yeah?" ___ HP: 19/40 Damage: 7 dmg first attack, 0 dmg second attack Charges: 0/3 Fear description: The wheels turn bright gold and flash, possibly blinding the opponent momentarily and thus allowing for a follow-up attack. (Double Take T2)
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Yayoi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:05 pm
Well, this spar wasn't really going the way he had expected. Though to be truthfully honest he wasn't even sure how he had expected it to go anyway. Zascha knew that wielding a spear had it's weaknesses. Especially in close combat. But for someone like her, who had little to no experience, she was certainly giving him a run for his money. He hadn't expected the blinding flash. Charged attacks were always a surprise. Zascha had seen few other Hunter's attacks up close. He was familiar with Harlow's but that's only because they had fought together against the Horsemen recently. But the more knowledge about the other Hunter's attacks was always a boon. Zascha tried to blink the white that filled his vision away. "Sure there is." He could tell she was in close, but not entirely sure where he was aiming as he pulled his head back then brought his forehead rushing forward to head butt her the best he could. ------ HP: 14/40 DMG: 3 Charge: 1/3
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Ephebe rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:35 am
"Owww," okay, that had been a dirty tactic, she was pretty sure. Zayde wholly approved - or would have, had it been Finley using it and not Finley getting the brunt of it. Stumbling backwards, the huntress nearly brought up a hand to rub her poor, abused forehead before remembering that she had a wheel in each hand and, more to the point, was in the middle of a fight. With a grunt she threw herself forward again, trying to get in close after foolishly losing her ground, but throwing out an arm and trying to hit Zascha only resulted in a miss for her. "Damn it!" ___ HP: 16/40 Damage: 0 Charges: 0/3
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Yayoi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:44 am
Zascha laughed. Obviously she hadn't expected him to pull out that little trick. Perhaps she had some idea that cause she was a girl or that they were just practicing he wouldn't do such things. But that kind of thinking is what got you in the most trouble. You enemy never goes easy on you. Whether you're small, a girl, or wounded. They will employ every dirty trick in the book and while it seems unfair it was life. When it was life or death on the line you did everything you could to survive. He could tell she was getting a bit worked up. Zascha caught her arm and pushed it aside as her attack missed, grasping her wrist to stop her from moving for a second. "Calm down." His voice was direct before he pushed her back a bit, taking a few steps back himself. ------ HP: 14/40 DMG: 0 Charge: 1/3
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Ephebe rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 10:16 am
Zascha's grip on her wrist and his spoken command forced Finley to slow down and get back to herself. "Oh! Sorry about that, I got a bit caught up in the moment I guess." A rueful half-laugh, and she followed his push by walking back a bit, taking the time to centre herself and get back in the game - which was what it was, essentially. For a moment there she'd forgotten that this wasn't a life or death situation, gotten caught up in the glorious feeling of fighting and felt the bitter disappointment of missing an attack as more serious than it actually was. It was only a spar, after all. "Here I go again, then," taking a deep breath, she gave him a smile before running at him again, aiming for a high kick. She hadn't quite accounted for the weight of the wheels though, and the result was - well, not terrible, but not particularly brilliant either. ___ HP: 16/40 Damage: 3 dmg Charges: 1/3
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Yayoi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 10:22 am
"Its alright. Pretty easy to get caught up in it. But even if it were a real battle keeping a cool head and being able to think instead of rushing in is one of the best tools to have." God that sounded kind of dumb. He thought he had been ready for her next attack but apparently not. The high kick brought his arm up to defend. The toe of her boot catching the inside of his bicep sent a good wave of pain rippling through the muscle. That one really hurt. Even if it wasn't a hard kick, it was still a fleshy spot and he nearly dropped Gothsmog in the process. Zascha gave a light swing of the spear but missed her completely. He was certainly going to have some nice bruises for a few days. ------ HP: 11/40 DMG: 0 Charge: 1/3
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Ephebe rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 1:06 pm
Finley was pretty amazed that her kick actually seemed to have had some effect on him - she'd thought for sure it'd been a botch job, but apparently not. Still though, it was more of a lucky shot than actual skill. She'd have to practice kicking with her weapons out later; that extra weight was something to watch out for when balancing. Thinking on his words though, she couldn't help but nod in agreement, "that makes sense! Tactics and planning tend to kind of go out the window when you just rush in - you're really knowledgeable about these things! Do you have a lot of experience?" He definitely seemed to have more than her, but that was pretty easy to accomplish; still though, she admired that he had a good head on his shoulders when it came to fighting. But she was losing focus again, albeit in a different direction. Getting back on track, she went at him again, attempting to use both wheels in a scissor motion and trying to catch him in the arm that had been hit by her earlier kick. ______ HP: 16/40 Damage: 6 dmg Charges: 2/3
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Yayoi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 1:57 pm
Zascha hadn't quite recovered from the kick to the arm. She might have hit a nerve or something. He wouldn't be sure until he could actually take the time to examine his arm. The range of motion he could feel was a bit limited and now the same arm was getting caught up in another attack and another good attack would probably take him close to being done. He'd make a mental note; work on a better up close attack and defense. "Not at much as some. But I've seen what happens when someone isn't thinking rationally in a dire situation." He took a few more steps back trying to get out of close range. Gothsmog cursing and raging in his ear was giving him a head ache. Making it slightly hard to concentrate at that moment. ------ HP: 5/40 DMG: Charge: 1/3
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Ephebe rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 1:40 pm
Following as he moved backwards, she pressed her advantage and went for the side that held his injured arm. Another quick slash of one of her wheels got him in the targeted area, and Finley hopped backwards as she surveyed her handiwork. "Are you alright? Should we call it off?" He looked pretty beat, and now that she was starting to calm down she was beginning to feel the aches of where he'd managed to get her too. This was probably going to result in a fair few bruises later, but she couldn't say that it wasn't worth it. Fighting was exhilarating. ___ HP: 16/40 Damage: 4 dmg Charges: 3/3
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 3:31 pm
He had to admit, she'd pushed him pretty far. The wear from her attacks were starting to get to him and he felt a bit dizzy. Stopping now before he completely blacked out was probably the best idea. "Yea....I think we're good for now." Zascha chuckled. Returning Gothsmog to her dormant form, she wasn't too happy with the outcome. But you couldn't win them all the time. He'd learned that first hand. Zascha moved towards the benches once more, slumping to the ground with his back against the wooden bench he had been laying on earlier. "I have to admit, you sure did give a run for my money for someone who has little experience fighting like you claim." Reaching into his coat, the Moon trainee took out a handful of bandages before he began to remove his armor and coat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 2:25 pm
"Alright," mimicking Zascha with a grin of her own, the huntress returned Zayde to her desummoned form. The weapon was still crowing in her ear about their victory, but unlike her, Finley wasn't about to chalk it up to anything but beginner's luck yet. Following him, she took a seat on the bench before feeling around for where it hurt most with ginger hands. Most of it seemed to be concentrated on her torso, even if the corset seemed to have absorbed the brunt of it. But it didn't feel like there was anything bleeding, so she wasn't about to undo her corset and check, out here in broad daylight. Instead she brought bended legs up against her front and rested her head on her knees. "Yeah, I think I got pretty lucky there. Beginner's luck, right?" Absentmindedly fiddling with her knee socks, she nodded towards the bandages, "you got a handle on that or need a hand?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:01 pm
Zascha pulled his arm from out of his shirt, leaving it half way on. Just enough so that he could look at the spot on his arm and sides where she'd worked him just a little extra special. No serious damage that was good. She hadn't cut the skin enough to make it bleed at least. But there would be a bruise for sure. "Everyone gets lucky every now and again." He laughed before slipping his shirt back on properly, leaving his coat to dangle from around his waist. It wasn't going anywhere, his belt kept it in place for the most part. He set the bandages down before he absentmindedly rubbed his upper arm, leaning his head back onto the bench. "Though I think you give yourself little credit. With a bit more practice I'm sure you'll become an ample fighter."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:27 am
Finley laughed and nodded slightly in agreement. She was glad that he didn't seem to be too badly injured, as well, relaxing her a bit more. "I hope so, yeah." Her eyes were far away as she thought, "I think, though, that even though I won this spar - I feel like you were better in the end, 'cause you kept your head on straight and didn't get caught up like I almost did. If you hadn't called me out I'd probably have lost." Glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes, she grinned a bit and said, "I guess I just feel a bit newbie-ish."
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