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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 9
Total: 20 (2-24)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 3:15 am
It was, in fact, very used to fighting someone left handed. Moreover, it was used to him. Of all the clones this one would be the most observant, the most likely to read his movements and body language. Moving whip quick into hTaym's guard, the clone stabbed him the side twice in quick succession.
HP: 49
Dmg: 14
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Rejam rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 12
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 3:19 am
And it was hard, then, especially in the way Fiona recoiled from the blows with strange and palpable terror, completely unlike her and enough to set him off his balance even as he reeled back in.
When she spoke to him it was wordless and bloodthirsty and afraid, a frantic plea.
HP: 41
DMG: 9
CHG: 3/3
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 11
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 3:25 am
Slashing out a Taym in a seemingly wild motion, the clone gripped the back of a chair and brought it crashing into him with its free hand. While not nearly as capable as its last attack, the clone was now closer to the door as it watched Taym and moved with him, face lacking any expression.
HP: 40
Dmg: 7
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Rejam rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2, 4
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 3:30 am
He felt, a thought as distinct as a tangible shape, Fiona coiling back, a poised strike waiting, and as always it was accompanied by that slowed-down instant of perfect, unhindered violence--
and it fell wide of the mark, the clone moving too quick and slippery, Fiona too distraught and frantic, the knife plunged into the floorboards where moments before a shoulder had been, and Taym spat a curse between his teeth.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 11:30 am
It was exactly the sort of opening the clone had been waiting for. Half a breath later and the door was being flung open, escape the clear priority.
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Rejam rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 10:41 pm
It wasn't the most dignified thing in the world, but it worked: he grabbed hold of it by the ankle and yanked it back, and now he had two very pressing priorities: subduing it, and getting the door closed before anyone could see. For the time being, item two took priority as long as it didn't mean letting go of his sudden death grip.
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Rejam rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:00 am
We will blame Taym's narrow miss of sawing the clone's arm off on the fact that he's simultaneously busy trying to close the door with his foot. HP: 34 DMG: 9 CHG: 1/3
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:05 am
Finally it made a sound, a frustrated grunt of pain before it tried kicking Taym's hand away.
HP: 31
Dmg: 2
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Rejam rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:07 am
"You are a lot wilier than the last ********," Taym managed through a tooth-gritted, rictus excuse for a grin. "I'll give you that."
HP: 32
DMG: 6
CHG: 2/3
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 11
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:15 am
The barring of teeth was returned in equal measure, and this time the clone aimed its kick at his face.
HP: 25
dmg: 8
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Rejam rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 9
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:21 am
Maybe it was because he knew how infinitely kickable his own face was, but for a moment Fiona's silent frantic pleas stilled and Taym knew exactly what was happening, and he retaliated, finally, finally, with one solid swing of the knife that ate through its shoulder as if it were clay, making a none-too-graceful effort to kick the runic dagger away as he did so. HP: 24 DMG: 13 CHG: 3/3
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:37 am
The result was not nearly as tidy as cutting through clay, and Taym was soon covered in blood that twisted strained off his clothes and hands. Outside, police sirens could be heard. Even now, the clone struggled to escape him, its remaining hand reaching into its shirt and grasping what looked like a pendant.
There were risks, Taym would later be told, in using the pendants the clones carried. They were no more reliable than a Hunter's, possibly less so. They needed to be used on the ground or better, in a natural alcove. They form doors, though the labs have yet to be able to open them before the summoning fails.
On this floor, stories above the ground, the doors formed, but they were wrong. Green and gilt edged, there was an Escher-like quality to their structure that would not allow the eyes to settle comfortably in one place. They began to open inwards, revealing a very great nothing beyond and emitting a chilling atmosphere that made it hard to breathe and his heart pound painfully in his chest. The clone tried to scramble away from them, eyes wide and panicked as the sirens came nearer.
The doors remained not even half a minute before disappearing and leaving the apartment floor as it was.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 3:22 am
It was as well that he was quick. With one hand clamped around the clone's shirt Taym made a quick and undignified scramble to sweep the net and the dagger and the guns haphazardly into his coat and his arms, grabbed up the crawling bloody limb with a violent retch, and barely had time to recover from the inexplicable terror of the doors before he was reaching for his own pendant.
He didn't even take the time to register the totality of the situation on the other side: he just dropped everything but his own weapon, twisting the clone's one remaining arm behind its back and kicking the other one out of the way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 3:40 am
There had been enough incidents that there was now a procedure of sorts. Seeing Taym relatively unscathed, the infirmary staff went back to work (though a few stopped to watch the arm reattach itself in morbid fascination) and less than a minute later, several lab techs appeared, one carrying a large plastic storage box in case of parts."Another one, huh?" A tech commented, a collar in hand. "Guess you're a populous guy."
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