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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 9
Total: 17 (2-20)
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 Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 9:59 pm
First his face screwed up in disgust, and then in rage. All the uncertainty that had been building up was shoved aside as his temper was reignited.
"Shut your goddamn mouth!" He swung out so hard he actually grunted with the effort, his blade stabbing forward viciously. "Just ******** stop, jesus ******** you a*****e."hp: 33 dmg: 11
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:12 pm
The shield stopped him from being skewered, but he tasted blood. Owain reported in quickly: power still to keep going, but not for much longer. Just end it, dear one, the fight was senseless and the words were excessively poisonous--
"Make me, cocksucker."
HP: 11
Damage: 5
Charge: 1/3
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:24 pm
God, he just wanted to knock his teeth in.
Switching up hands had been working well for him so far, so he rammed his bare knuckles into Jack's jaw. "I'll break your jaw so you can't say anything you piece of s**t."
hp: 28 dmg: 7
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:32 pm
A strangled noise left him as he fell back, literally and metaphorically. The ground was a comforting and painful solid surface when the world was spinning, lights dancing in front of his eyes.
Vaguely he heard Owain's alarmed pleas to stop, which only angered him even more.
Jack swung wildly at Chris's legs from the ground, his face twisted with rage as blood began to seep out from his nose and mouth. The need to survive and surpass threatened to overtake him.
HP: 4
Damage: 2
Charge: 2/3
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:38 pm
Somewhere in the back of his mind, his morals told him to back off as Jack went down. He was on the ground, he was beaten and almost broken.
Ava's irritated growl was much more forefront in his mind, and the angered and protective parts of him agreed. He swung a leg out, knocking Jack's blows away, and kicked him hard and swift in the side.
"Stay on the ground where you belong."
hp: 26
dmg: 6
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:48 pm
He landed on his back with a final grunt, a dull thud, and a clatter of his sword. The rain, which had been barely registered since the moment he went to the fields in spite of the black clouds overhead, began to sting his face and exposed skin with a gleeful vengeance.
He didn't say anything, only sputtered and coughed and fought for breath as water and blood trickled into the ground, eyes shut tight.
HP: -2
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 7:22 am
He hadn't really realized it was raining. Now that he wasn't as focused on taking Jack down he vaguely registered that his hair was matted down to his forehead and his coat was starting to soak through. It made him shudder lightly as it cooled his overheated skin.
He looked down at Jack and the blood oozing from his nose and mouth and mixing with the rain sliding down his face. He should feel bad. He should feel like he'd gone too far. All he really felt was justified. "I don't know what your damage is, but you need to get over it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 9:33 am
Get over it. Like he hadn't been trying in his own way. Jack groaned and gingerly felt around his jaw; there didn't seem to be an area that didn't hurt, but he was lucky Chris hadn't broken anything. The world was still turning beneath him, though, so he focused on gulping in as much breath as his bruised ribs allowed until he felt slightly less like a meatbag on the ground. "S'the problem isn't it?" he murmured. "Don't know the damage. Just heals right back up." He coughed, turned his head, and spat off to the side. "Good game, Axten."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 10:19 am
He let out a growl as he sank to his knees, straddling Jack's chest with one hand clawed in the collar of his shirt. He brought the other hand, the one with his weapon, back as if he were about to attack again. His face was close to other man's as he shouted. "This is not a game! Her life is not a goddamn game, Hawthorn!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 10:46 am
Another low moan left him as he was yanked up, and it became just a little harder to breathe again. He forced one eye open to glower at Chris like a cornered, wounded animal, teeth bared. His weapon was just a blue glow in the rain, something Jack was barely cognizant of. He heard Chel's shrieks in his ears again, and then the quiet pleas. "I ******** know that," he hissed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 10:54 am
"Then ******** act like it!" Chris snarled. He let go of Jack's collar, let him fall heavily to the rain soaked ground, and scowled. He stared at his face, the defiance and twisted ******** anger there, and shook his head. "Pick yourself off the ******** ground if you can, Jack. When you isolate and hurt people there's no one to come and help your pathetic a**."
He stood, not being careful at all with Jack's body. If he nudged him too hard, or his knee hit his ribs, who gave a s**t. As far as he was concerned, Jack deserved it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 11:27 am
His head hit the ground hard enough to make him dizzy again and cursed. But there was no fight in him as Chris made his rocky stand back up. He welcomed the extra pangs of pain because maybe this time something would stick to him. Chris could say what he wanted, but he already knew all of that. That was why he made himself self-sufficient. But he let the guy say what he wanted this time because that was the privilege of a winner; he merely stared up at the Moon for a few moments, then closed his eyes and accepted he'd have to drag himself out before lightning struck him. It wouldn't be the first time he had to save his own a**. "Bragging rights are yours. Tell her I'll refund the plate," Jack managed to get out.
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