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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 3:26 pm
"Will I?" he said, picking himself up again. In his head his weapon stammered that they were injured and that they should stop, that it was getting dangerous and she couldn't hold up.
"We'll see I guess."
He didn't understand the way her runes were glowing.
HP: 5/40
DMG: 3
Charge: 3/3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 3:30 pm
"Plenty of people already died beaucse of the same thing you are planning. Families have died because of it. You brought your assistant here. Just think how much worse it would get if you did that. You and him would both suffer, cause he would come with you, wouldn't he?"
He pointed Saliva and frowned, a moment of concern, and thinking about Lawr and his family. He pointed his gun more to the left and Nicked Lawr in the shoulder with a shot.
HP: 49/60
Dmg: 2
Charge: 3/3
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 4:57 pm
His shield was failing and the only way he even had any idea was the weapon in his head getting more and more urgent in tone. Normally he ignored her as best he could but there was something about the urgent tone of her childish voice that reminded him of Odette.
He faltered, slower in regaining his feet than he had been before but still lifting up the sword. He normally only felt this roughed up when he fell off a horse, but still he wouldn't give up, not to Melvin of all people.
"He'd come with me into hell." he said flatly.
And he swung again even in the face of loss.
HP: 3/40
DMG: 3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 5:03 pm
"Then I'll see you both there." He pointed the gun again, but instead moved over and threw a fist right at his face.
It wasn't a gun, but it would be satisfying.
Dmg: 2
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 5:21 pm
Lysander's head jerked back at he was struck and he reeled, clutching his nose as pain exploded behind his eyes. For a few moments he couldn't even see and it was pain he hadn't experienced in a long time. Melvin didn't look strong but the hit felt like it could have killed a normal person, too much like being kicked by a horse to be human.
He clutched his hand to his face and ********." he spat, normally very averse to swearing but feeling this warranted it.
"You'll be there first." he said. "Full of big talk or not."
And he just refused to give up, in an act of sheer desperation bringing the blade down in an overhead swing.
HP:1
DMG: 7
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 5:27 pm
He took the hit, gritting his teeth as the blade struck his shield, before kneeling down over him. "You bet your a** I'll be there, and I'll be ******** wearing a crown while I wait for you to drop into the pit."
He pulled back and punched again.
HP: 39/60
Dmg: 3
Charge: 3/3
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 5:50 pm
The follow up hit was the one which finished him off, a sensations of cracking hitting him as his shield shattered and the wards took up the slack. In between these two things there was nothing but pain.
Disorientated this time he went down and stayed down on the ground in a daze, the world around him spinning. He felt like he was going to throw up.
The sword was gone and his head ached with oppressive silence. "You.. are a d**k." he said, resting his face on his arm. "A complete and utter d**k."
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MoonKitsune rolled 10 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 4, 4, 3, 3, 1, 1, 1, 4
Total: 25 (10-40)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 5:52 pm
"Actually, I would say I'm nice. You were just a a*****e brat to start s**t with me, so yeah. I'm a d**k to you. If you were less of an a*****e, maybe I'd be less of a d**k, but seeing as I don't see that happening. Here we are. b***h stalemate."
He walked over to him, kneeling down to just take him all in, before reaching out to brush some of that wet hair out of his face. "Also, when your weapon charges up, use it. It packs a worthwhile punch. Like such." He said, and he pressed Saliva's barrel right against Lysander's head before he fired.
He smiled, desummoning as he placed the pen totem behind his ear and checking his Spectre watch for the time. "Well look at that. You almost made my heart rate go up enough to make this a workout. Almost."
Charge used on Lysander: +23
Third Level: 10d4
First Dice:
xxxxx 1: Miss
xxxxx 2-4: Success!
Amount Healed: Add remaining dice. You cannot go over your max HP. Nor can you give excess HP to another character.
Average Amount Healed: 22
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 8:12 am
Lysander was very used to getting his own way, having that denied to him and finding himself in a situation where he was forcibly humbled and laid low, unable to even lash out at being called a b***h by this blonde haired a*****e was almost unbearable.
When he felt the gun against his head there was a moment where he found himself genuinedly concerned he was going to be killed, that this lunatic wouldn't stop.
The wave of energy that followed was almost worse in how unexpected it was, making him feel nauseous even as some of the energy, just a little, came back into his veins. His weapon remained silent.
He sat up, muddy and bruised, feeling miserable and angry and his eyes completely dark as he glared at Melvin.
"There is nothing nice about you. You are just scum."
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 8:56 am
"That's a compliment coming from a piece of s**t like you. You're just a poor sport. All talk. All bitching, but in the end just whining in the dirt. I think I actually am starting to hope you do leave this island so they can send the dogs after you to tear you apart. A cautionary tale not to be a ungrateful p***k to the rest with any common sense."
He got up as he felt the rain start to pick up. "You ever want to start a fight with me then find me and I'll be ready to do this again."
"Now you gotta choice. I drag your a** to the infirmary or you call your pet."
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 10:01 am
"I don't have a pet." he spat. "I have a good and dutiful personal assistant who is mine only in as far as he works for me." And he wished he could keep hitting Melvin, those few strikes satisfying and a bit exhilerating.
"You call him." he said. "Don't the phones have everyone's numbers in there?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 10:11 am
"Really that weak?" He asked and took out his phone. After a moment he held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello. This is Melvin Wood. Your friend Lysander wanted to spar and lost. He is in need of help to walk anywhere as his fear shield is down." Melvin glanced at the other man and tben walked over to where his umbrella was left. "He's refused my help of course and I don't want to leave him here with the water golems to pick off. He asked me to call you. If you could come to the training fields to assist him." Once he got confirmation from Roswell, he hung up and tossed the umbrella in Lysander's lap.
"Storm's starting up again."
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 6:29 am
Roswell was at the field in very short order, distress written on his features. He was not carrying an umbrella, and seemed oblivious to the tropical rain, for once uncaring about how muddy his shoes were or whether his shirt would survive the weather.
"Sir!" He said over the rain, going to kneel where Lysander was sitting and ignoring any courtesy to Melvin at all. He took Lysander's shoulders, and seeing the mess his face was in, asked, "What happened! I thought you were going for a walk?"
He took a handkerchief from his breastcoat pocket, dabbing at very carefully at Lysander's cuts.
"Are you dizzy at all? I know I did say you should practice, sir, but with him? This
went too far."
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 1:24 pm
The adrenaline from the fight was ebbing away and leaving nothing but bruised pain in its wake. He glared at Melvin coldly as he gripped his umbrella, inclined to just hit him with it to have something to strike him with again.
Mercifully for the umbrella he didnt, and Roswell arrived, as devoted as always. He let him tend to the cuts and scrapes without complaint.
"Melvin wanted to spar." he said. "And I felt like hitting him." Melvin got another glare
He was a little bit dizzy and nodded. "Just a bit. He punched me in the face a few times, quite threw off my balance." He really, really hated pain. It made him feel sick to his stomach, an unpleasant thing he couldn't get away from, the pain a leech on him and a consuming distraction. "Here, take my umbrella." he said. "And help me up."
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 1:50 pm
He listened to Lysander's accounts of the fight as Roswell babied his cuts and bruises with the frantic concern of a mother to their first born.
"You consented to a fight and lost. The wards worked to keep you from getting the worst of it after your shield broke." He glsnced up as thunder rumbled above.
"If you want another spar just call me out on Twitter. You really need more practice with that sword. Good day Roswell." He said, setting out for the dorms.
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