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Sinbari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 9:08 pm
Yasz scowled down at the Cursed. "Now who's the weak one," he asks, jabbing a leg down at the same time he pulls his halberd from the pinned creature. HP: 3
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 5:44 pm
HP: 0 With a grunt, Riorden felt the weapon pulled out of him. Yet at the same time the spider jabbed a leg down into his chest. Riorden gave a small grunt of pain, and simply rolled to his side, hugging his chest and rasping for breath.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 6:53 pm
:: Creeping around the battlefield, Shyagea looked for fallen comrades... her to toned face pinched and nervous. She didn't have any weapons to fight, to defend herself... unless she wanted to flail her medic's bag at an attacker, which of course she would while screaming her head off. She saw Rio finally... scampering over to his side she'd get down on her knees where he was curled... he felt pain, he wasn't the one that didn't seem to feel any at all... that was his mate... She'd take a syringe out of the bag and uncover flesh on his upper arm, cleaning it with a swab she'd quickly inject the painkiller into his vein. ::
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 7:03 pm
Riorden did not move, until it was that the syringe stabbed into his arm. With a growl he turned to Shyagea. "Who? What? Was that?" He grunted while attempting to force his battered and bleeding body into a sitting position.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 7:09 pm
*Sighing softly she'd press a small hand to his chest... "Pain killer?" odd yellow eyes looking him over with a calculating gaze... "relax, it'll be a lot easier to patch you up if you're not trying to beat my a**... I'm on your side..." not that she thought he'd ever seen her... she'd take out a pad of gauze and clean water to wash his wounds... "you do want to get back out there and fight as soon as possible don't you?" quirking a brow at him as she'd try to get back to work.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 7:35 pm
Riorden was not ashamed of the fact he looked suspiciously at the female. She was odd looking for sure, but she didn't seem like she was up to anything. "Meh..hope it doesn't kill all of the pain. I deserve it." He grumbled, but he didn't stop the girl from doing her job. He watched her though. "I do..I gotta lot to make up for." He grumbled.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 7:41 pm
*She'd furrow her brows, "I think it does... sorry, if I tend you next time I'll be sure to leave off the painkillers..." her yellow eyes flickering up to him with a smirk... "Yeah, it really sucks to disappoint yourself doesn't it... and of course, to disappoint Warrior... Well, just be glad you can fight..." she'd be stitching up the wounds... "I'm weak in battle, so I'm a medic... I know it's needed but I'd like to go out there and kick some a**... even if I would lose a couple times... to be able to actually win though, I bet that's a rush huh?" she'd look at him in question, knowing that even though he'd lost this time, he had won multiple times before.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 7:55 pm
Riorden felt nothing, and as such was able to sit and watch with morbid fascination as the girl stitched up his gaping wounds. "I got some kids I need to set a example for. You know?" He stated, then nodded his head some. "Yeah. Winning battles is fun. I've always loved engaging in the violence. Victory is fine and all, but the satisfaction of just engaging in a fight is what sets me right." Rio chatted rather easily with the pain killer in his system. He looked at the girl and arched a brow some. "I know Warrior says it takes all sorts to make a army run smoothly, but I say if you ain't happy..you should work at getting what will make you happy. You should try training later to get a taste of battle."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 8:00 pm
:: She'd give a soft dreamy sigh at the thought of violence, bloodshed of those that had hated them and caused their own hate... "It sound so... Goddess, wish I was strong enough...." She'd contemplate his words as she'd help him to his feet, all she needed to do now was get him back to the camp... "Mmm... I've been thinking about it, but you know... I've got a real talent for this... and I do like helping you guys..." She'd admire the clean straight stitches she'd closed his wounds up with... "Though I am thinking about doing some defensive training... but.... we have so few healers as it is... You know it's just me on the Warrior's side tending wounds?" ::
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 5:59 pm
"Hey. If everyone was strong, then we wouldn't have epic champions and the ones that wish they were as great as them. It's a goal to strive for." Riorden quipped with a cracked grin on his face. He glanced down at the stitching and jabbed a finger at the currently painless feeling. "******** must be what it's like to be Axel." He mused, then glanced at the girl. "Maybe everyones so confident of victory they figure healers aren't that important or needed. Either way, I'm glad you came to stitch me up. Think this'll scar up later?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 6:13 pm
:: She'd give a small snort of a laugh, "Hell, I'd be happy with a place to stay like you guys have..." eying him with a hint of jealousy, "you fighters get the best houses in town... since I'm new..." she'd wrinkle up her nose, "I'm sleeping in the barracks... no privacy -at all-..." she'd give a huff... Walking with him into the camp, he didn't need as much help now but she stayed close just in case he got a little wobbly... she'd look down at the wound as he was poking it, perking up a brow at him... "Yeah.... I was pretty sure you were the one that felt pain, I've been studying the fighters and what I may have to face when healing them.... With him I don't have to use a pain killer...." she'd chuckle softly as he asked if it would leave a scar as she walked him into the healers tent... "It will, if you keep messing around with it..." guiding him to a bed, "Rest for a bit, then get back out there and kick some a** okay?" ::
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 6:56 pm
Riorden couldn't help but give a humorless snort. "My house is nice because my husband is a demigod. Though fighters do get some pretty nice places to live. I wouldn't have stood for living in a barracks. Why don't you find someone to be room mates with?" He suggested as he carefully made his way back to the camp. "Hmm..and yeah. Axel's pretty special in that way." As he reached the cot, he simply flopped down on his back. "You think so? Then maybe I will poke it a bit more. Course,a scar from a win woulda been better...so maybe not."
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