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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 6
Total: 17 (2-24)
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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:59 am
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 11
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 9:48 am
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Beejoux rolled 11 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 2
Total: 23 (11-44)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 10:29 am
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Lavander eyes widened as she watched him endearing blood along the lengths of the claws on his guantlets, and her pulse spear, real fear showing on delicate features. Right up until he taunted her.
"You can go straight to hell," she snarled back at him, lips drawing back in a sheet, even as he lunged for her. He wanted her fear and her disgust, and she'd be loathed to give it to him willingly.
Warrick snarled through her mind, drawing her attention to the warm buzz if trapped Fear, and when he pushed for it, she didn't resist. Red runes flared as his claws tore into her sides, but even as she cringed inwardly, every fiber of her being screaming for her to get away, she stood her ground, facing him head on.
Her bond made her faster, faster even than your average Hunter, but with the surge of Fear it was lifted to the next level. The instant he was close enough, body within her limited reach, are bright both daggers down into the backs of his shoulders. But just once, but again, and again.
HP: 35
DMG: 16
CHG: 0
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Baneful rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 11:27 am
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Lawrence couldn't deflect the fear attack, even if he'd tried and the blades plunged deep into his shield repeatedly, lancing agony through him. Butch was alarmed and he could feel it, twisted and tangled up with the adrenaline and thrill of the fight. He wasn't afraid, but the dog was, and that somehow was satisfying in itself. Butch didn't understand wards, but he understood pain all too well.
The assault seemed to go on forever even though it was simply a few seconds, every hit jarring him horribly. But Butch did his job and when it was over he was alive and still standing.
"I'd simply rule it and come back." he said with a giddy laugh, spitting a clot of blood onto the field.
The runes all along the gauntlets blazed and he smiled in a way that wasn't friendly at all.
And just as Peyton's speed had increased with her fear, so too did Lawrence's this time, pointing every single of Butch's ten blades right at her chest as he lunged forward with a snarl of effort.
They plunged deep into her shield and there was an uncanny and horrible moment where there was no pain at all, no impact. The whole thing felt wrong, deeply and viscerally wrong.
What followed was a chill that wasn't physical, a sickening and hollow emptiness that seemed to deaden all emotion and slithered into the mind like a disease. It might take a moment to realise that this hungry and ravenous void was Lawrence, sapping her energy, her fear for himself. It was a horribly invasive experience and gave a temporary and unfettered glimpse into the cold alien landscape of Lawrence's mind where warmth not only did not exist, the word was incomprehensible and not linked to the same understanding other people possessed.
He seized what he could of her, trying to comprehend the emotions there, trying to vicariously feel but like always it was temporary and brief, anything he managed to garner from her thoughts, the disgust, anger and steadfastness slipping through his fingers without understanding.
When he hauled the blades out with a single sleek movement the sensation dimmed but did not fade, as though something of him and his nature coiled in her chest.
HP: 25/60
Dmg: N/A
Charge: 3/3 - The Bite used - Two turns 75% drain.
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 12
Total: 21 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 1:30 pm
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<Probably...> Warrick hissed, speaking for the both of them in regards to Lawrence ruling hell. It took some of the bite out of the curse. Disappointing.
But, less so, the tension singing though his body at every plunge of her daggers. The way he jerked, breath catching oh so faintly. It was unnerving how silent he was, but he couldn't hide the pain completely from her, not when she was this disgustingly close to him.
And this close, it was impossible not to see the flare of the runes on the gauntlets to either side of her. She tensed, arms drawing back to try to defend herself, but there wasn't time, and those blood soaked claws sank into her thin chest, and tore a gasp from her lips, high and startled, and cold.
It was so, so cold. No pain, nothing so simple as that. It was like before, where the touch of his blood had been enough to make her skin crawl, but this was so much worse. Her entire body felt unnatural, hollow, wrong. As if her very core, her soul, whatever it was that rested in the center of her body was just...gone. Emptiness and apathy. A frozen wasteland that lacked any sort of feeling or emotion Peyton could comprehend.
Maddening.
And in return, that leaching energy would take disgust along with it. Eagerness and excitement for the thrill of the fight itself. Conflict. Fear, rational and irrational. And above everything else, thick and cloying; rage. Like warm honey, coating the back of the throat, and downward. So much untouched, unresolved anger.
Which all boiled over and outward as the light returned to the petite hunter's eyes. The sense of self flowing back in the chase away the nothingness and the taint of Lawrence. She screamed at him, all fury and horror, and it manifested in a blind, frantic flurry of slashes, at any part of him she could reach. Arms, body, face.
Especially that awful, smiling face.
HP: 35
DMG: 15
CHG: 1/3
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 1:57 pm
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He always found the sensation of other people addictive and a little intoxicating, the flurry of emotion he got from Peyton almost overwhelming. He couldn't understand it, not really equipped with the comprehension to unpick it, but it nevertheless picked up his pulse and left him a little dazed. He needed more he knew but that meant getting more when she was so on edge and defensive.
When she leapt he felt it, every slashing swipe. There wasn't much of him to hit generally but her aim was true.
His shield was thinning, moment by moment and he knew he was probably losing, after all he was more an ambush predator, someone who preferred to stack the odds in his favour and strike from the shadows. Fair fights weren't normally to his taste.
But this had been worth it so far, every taste of emotion and even his own blood proving a satisfying vintage. He only wished he could go all day long, but there was no way, not with each blow feeling more and more potent as the shield went.
He staggered, clearly breathless from the barrage and lashed out at her again, looking very much unlike his usual self, his hair ruffled and with a substantial amount of scrapes to his clothing along with the clotting blood from his injury. It gave him a tiny fragment of health
"Oh I'm loving this." he said, giving her a wink. "I should be paying you."
HP: 11/60
Dmg: 4
Charge: 3/3 - The Bite used - One turn 75% drain.
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 2:36 pm
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Peyton's shield was still very much in tact, but the effort she was expending, the whirlwind of emotions: she was just as breathless as he was by the time they'd separated. Thin chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. Hair, pulled up so neatly when she'd arrived, starting to come loose from the bun, long, curling strands of the bicolored silk framing her face, draping over her shoulders and down her back. She looked feral, but that wasn't too far from the truth of it,
Only Red-eye had ever taken her farther than this.
<Are you alright, Halfpint?>
I will be. She hoped. Given time, and distractions enough to help her forget that awful, inhuman void.
There were a number of spiteful, savage retorts that came to mind, but she didn't dare give him the satisfaction. Anything she did or said would have been a validation, and she wasn't going to make easier on him.
Nor was she going to give him the chance to recover.
Moving quickly, fluidly, she stepped in, small body rotating, and brought her right fist up in a wide, sweeping arch to bury dainty knuckles into the side of that bony, awful face. Hard enough to rock him back, to throw his head to the side, but she wasn't done yet. Another twist, but this time it was her left leg coming, up, smashing the side of her boot into the other side of his head. And then, tapping into that momentum, the right, her entire body leaving the ground this time as she sent him sprawling with a wicked roundhouse to the right side of his face.
HP: 31
DMG: 14
CHG: 2/3
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 3:07 pm
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Lawrence didn't have time to react as Peyton moved in to finish him off, his vision blacking out briefly as she gave his head a series of hits which completely knocked him out of his senses. He reeled backwards and hit the ground off the momentum of her assault, and though the wards kicked in to protect him in lieu of his shield, enough to stop him being killed by the forces involved, they did not entirely dampen the pain.
He lay there on his back for a second, the air knocked out of his lungs entirely, before rolling onto his side, half curled up. Butch was silent, it was maybe the only time Butch was ever silent.
The world stopped spinning enough to focus on her, well aware he was going to have at the very LEAST a black eye out of this and that once again he was bleeding everywhere.
He gave her a big smile. "That was lovely." he crooned weakly, stretching out where he lay. "These wards are so nice, I barely even felt that. Excellent technology. Very excellent."
"Can't wait to go home and have Rodney dote on me. His big strong, bullied husband."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 3:52 pm
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