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Beejoux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 5:59 pm
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OP-Yuna rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 6:05 pm
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Beejoux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 6:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 7:31 am
It was an impressive match, Aurostibite pleased with how both ladies fought.
"Congratulations," he said, "The tournament is almost over, so please prepare."
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 1:58 am
Spectator
Keyite found Ceraskia's tactics elegant and effective, but also brutal. Makemake responded in kind as best she could but it was quite clear that after a point, the brunette was overwhelmed by the senshi of Scorn. It was intensely fascinating to him that in the bouts the senshi - inherently magical creatures - were not utilizing their spell casting abilities but rather engaging in the sorts of all-out brawling that seemed to be better suited towards the various officers with their enhanced physicality. The academic in him wondered about what that might mean in the greater scheme of things, as well as whether or not it had any significance historically.
In the end, Ceraskia was announced as the winner, though he had to admit that the other woman fought with strength and did credit to herself. Senshi are such fascinating creatures...I wonder if there's ever been a study done on them. Keyite knew that there was a database, but that it was woefully inadequate and generally under utilized by the other officers. He'd heard that the new head of the Intelligence section, the General King Axinite, was supposed to be making improvements or something of the sort but was unaware if anything had actually been done as of yet.
Ceraskia stepped out of the ring, victorious, and Keyite stood not only out of respect for her performance, but also for Makemake's. He did not expect her to stay with him, no, she had her General to seek out..no doubt the her flame-eyed mistress would wish to lavish praise for winning yet another round. Briefly, the blond's expression clouded; he'd not managed to advance in the tournament, despite his General having been one of those setting it up and while he objectively understood that winning against a woman with a sword - wooden or otherwise - when he had no appropriate weapon was not exactly within his capabilities, it still rankled some. Ah well, next time perhaps.
And so he left the arena area in order to seek refreshment before the next round.
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