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itspao_ rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-8)
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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 10:31 pm
He barely recovered before the spinning kick hit him square him in the chest, forcing him back and knocking the wind right out of him. His eyes shut tight and he felt his knee make contact with the ground as he breathed hard, painfully trying to get enough oxygen into his system again before he staggered up and onto his feet.
He felt dizzy but it wasn't over yet, so he put his hands up and ran forward, deciding that if he was gonna get knocked out it'd be while he was on the move. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, feinting a jab before throwing a hook with his other fist. "Last thing I plan on doing...is dying before I even make it to twenty-five."
Damage: 3 - 2 = 1
HP: 2
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Kaori_luv rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 10:42 pm
Witherite grinned watching Carminite go to a knee, his kick landing and making Wither's confidence soar. Honestly, he felt like entering the tournament was the best thing he'd done for himself in a while. He found his kickboxing class and all his training was really working for him more than he imagined. He knew the moves and was able to apply them fairly well. "Trust me when I say, those magic slingers will try to kill you. Last year I spent the better part of it being questioned about the bruises ... thankfully I've taken up Mauy Thai since then." Carminite came at him again, he jabbed first and Wither dodged only to be hit by the hook as he was trying to avoid the jab. It grazed his ear and he frowned deeply ... balling his fist up tightly and swinging at the other. "Must you keep attempting to bash in my face ... really though really." HP: 16 DMG: 0 - miss
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itspao_ rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 11:19 pm
The fact that he managed to make a hit this time helped him cope with the pain that still had yet to subside completely. He had a feeling he'd be sore from fight well into the next morning though, so he tried to not focus on that and instead stay focused on the task at hand. It resulted in his being able to dodge the oncoming punch, and he huffed at the other's question.
"I don't have to work as hard to aim for your face. We've got a height difference, in case you hadn't noticed," he quipped as he threw a small combination, this time aiming for the other's gut. "So maybe I'll take boxing a little more seriously then," he said between punches, "or pick up kickboxing? Something with a little more 'oomph' in a freestyle type of fight like this?"
Damage: 4 - 2 = 2
HP: 2
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Kaori_luv rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 2:14 am
Witherite sighed, "the height difference isn't that big and my head is a smaller target than my torso. Honestly just sound like an excuse to me." He rolled his eyes and looked a little cross with the other. They were still fairly close together, neither having attempted to put any distance between them so the while Wither attempted to block and dodge some of the blows to his torso, he took most of them groaning as they connected and kind of wishing the idiot before him hadn't listened to him. It was hard not to gasp, but he had to move through the pain. He lifted his leg and kicked out hard, aiming right for Carminites chest. "Kicking boxing might benefit you, but I would say to definitely take your sport more seriously." Lessons with Witherite ... that wasn't really how he intended for this to go. HP: 14 DMG: 3
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 3:19 am
Excuse or not it did make sense to him; he had nothing against Witherite on a personal level and saw no benefit in smashing his face in during a fight beyond gaining some kind of upper hand. Carminite left it alone, deciding to let the lieutenant think what he wanted about his reasons for aiming where he primarily aimed, and instead reveled in the small satisfaction of a few of his punches hitting where he intended for them to hit.
Not that it was good enough to knock the other guy down. No, he bounced back quick and swung a strong and well-aimed kick to his chest. Luckily he was able to guard against it this time, turning just in time to take the hit straight to his right arm. The sound of a crack reverberated in his ears as he felt his bone give way behind the impact, and he landed with a quiet thud as the pain wracked his entire body. It was very obvious that the fight was over now, so he didn't bother to get back on his feet. Instead he sat up carefully and let his eyes fall to Witherite.
"That's that, then," he muttered, biting back the urge to react to the pain continuously radiating from his arm despite the way he was cradling it. "Your kicks are something else, man. I got some serious training to do, I guess. Good fight."
HP: 0
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 4:48 am
Witherite hadn't expected the guy to turn the way he did and when he heard the crack he looked surprised. He didn't think that sounded to good. He looked kind of shocked. "Training yeah, more, yeah ... um dude that didn't sound good ... are you okay?" He looked to the generals standing off to the side, not knowing whether they heard the crack or not, but less concerned about having won and more concerned about the lieutenant on the floor. He put a hand out to the other to help him up.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 5:02 am
"I'll survive," he said with a one-shouldered shrug, then took the offered hand. He pulled himself up onto his feet in one go, giving a suffering groan as he wound up jarring his arm on the way up. "Thanks. Ah, I'm an EMT, I skateboard and do parkour on the side. This isn't my first broken bone," Carminite gave him a smile and a reassuring pat on the arm. "Don't sweat it."
While still cradling his arm, the lieutenant glanced over at the generals and bowed his head briefly before turning back to Witherite. "How 'bout you point me in the direction of the med bay and we'll call it even?"
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 9:23 am
The next round would begin shortly, and Aurostibite gave both young man a nod of satisfaction and a word of congratulations before he moved to the next ring.
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