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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:42 pm
There may have been a few guttural snarls coming from Dottie when he began punching her with his stupid steel clad arm again. “You piece of s**t a*****e. Bet you feel real ******** tough pummeling the hell out a girl you have pinned to the ******** ground!” And oh but it made her angry that she was in this position and unable to free herself. It was a hopeless feeling, one that welled up in her chest painfully, a feeling she had never wanted to feel again and had told herself she never would. “GET THE ******** OFF OF ME!” She screamed, red faced, and with her hands still on the hilt of her sword, gave it a good twist. HP: 4 Damage: 7
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Nuxaz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:55 pm
He resisted the urge to sneer, when he looked down at her. "D-don't be mad," he wheezed, laughter bubbling when he took a breath, "just because you're gonna lose." Even if that was a perfectly reasonable reason to be mad.
The katana got him good and Zane was forced backward in his attempts to escape it. Still, as he scrambled backward he managed to give a good kick or maybe it was on last swing of the gauntlet.
Either way, he hoped it was enough.
HP: 13/40
DMG: 5
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 9:40 pm
She didn't like this. She really didn't like this. It was bringing up too many unwanted feelings and memories and the look on his face, the one that said it was no big deal, just a joke. That only served to make it worse. For a moment, though she hadn't given up, not yet, never, there was a flash of panic in her blue gaze, perhaps the only visible part of her face, not obscured by mud or fabric. And then he was gone, off of her, pushing against her as he left with enough force that she felt her shield crack, break, her weapon turning uselessly back into totem form. She blinked up at the sky above, and felt it, the pain, all over her body, beaten and bruised. Some of it was real, but some of it....the way her face throbbed as if she'd been booted in the face hard enough to break her jaw...that wasn't real. That was all just in her head. He hadn't even touched her face. She worked her way up to a sitting position with slow, almost mechanical movements, her breathing heavy. She was clenching her teeth tight, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing something away from her, pushing something down, deep down. She'd lost. That was okay. There would be other opportunities. She'd train harder, get better. Focus on that, and only that, and just breathe. She pushed herself up to her feet, and made her way out of the mudpit without a word, silent, and refusing to look at anybody. HP: 0 - she's out~ kuropeco in case nash wants to talk to her
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 10:10 pm
He had watched the fight from afar, lips pressed together, arms folded across his chest. Nash had jeered at the beginning, but the rapid progression of the fight into something else had made him stop with the heckling, his eyes narrowed the longer it went on.
Snark, sass, and tease Dottie he might, but when it came down to it, she was part of his people, and as he'd told Sonja once, he would fight to the death for her if needed. He did not like seeing that expression on her face, the closed off one that meant she was shutting down.
Nash leaned over and pecked a kiss to Sonja's cheek.
"I gotta go talk to her, I'll be back," he said, and slid away, pushing through the rest of the group to jog after Dottie. He fell into step beside her without a word, hands in the pockets of his ripped black jeans, green eyes watching Dottie silently.
"You all right?" he asked in a low voice, after a beat had passed and they were far enough away not to be overheard.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 10:23 pm
She knew she couldn't have just hoped to get away without somebody coming to check on her, but for once, she was glad that the somebody was at least Nash. When he came to walk at her side, she remained silent, knowing there would be a question coming soon, though she had no idea how she was supposed to answer him. A lie wasn't going to cut it. He knew too much about her, they'd become too close... "What do you think." She mumbled, pulling her bandanna down to free her mouth, which was set in an unhappy downturn. A glance was given back to the muddy "arena" that she had fought in, her gaze skimming over Sonja, who she hadn't even realized was there. s**t. "I'll be fine." She suddenly said, giving her head a shake, deciding, what the hell, might as well go for the lie anyways. "Just gotta get this ******** mud off of me and soak in the hot shower for a bit."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 10:36 pm
It was Dottie, and therefore he could almost be himself around her; and because it was Dottie, it meant that Nash wasn't about to force her to talk about s**t if she couldn't. It also meant, really, that he didn't have to force her, because he was pretty sure he already knew.
And it meant, even further, that Nash was resisting an urge to go hit someone.
He gave Dottie a pointed look. "That's a bunch of bullshit, just so you know. Hey - "
He wasn't going to force her, but it didn't mean he wouldn't at least try and talk to her, even if she didn't say anything back. Nash reached out a hand and caught hold of Dottie's arm, holding firmly but not restraining, slowing to a stop.
"Seriously. You okay? Do you need something?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 1:30 am
She had been enjoying the fight all the same, silently watching both Dottie and Zane's fight up to the end. I mean, who in their right mind was would miss watching a match that took place in a mudpit?
But as the fight progressed, Sonja's expression fell only slightly. Concern came across her face that she quickly stuffed away. Dottie was a strong Hunter and that was not a face she needed. No, she needed the same ol' Sonja she had come to know. After watching Nash make his way over, she followed a bit behind him.
A little space was given before she gave a smirk. "I think I might know..."
An arm came up to thread her hand their the other's mud-splattered hair and she pressed a quick peck to the other's forehead and then gave a good but quick hug. She didn't want to crowd Dottie at a time like this.
"Oh no~ Now I'm all muddy." She let the drawl carry through out her words with a lop-sided smirk.
"Hey, losin' is a pain in the a** but it ain't gonna change how we see ya'. I still see badass who I know could kick my a** all up and down that damn mudpit."
She looked back at the pit. "Kinda want you to too, actually..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 9:44 am
Well that...that wasn't exactly how she'd expected this to go. After the first time Zane knocked Dottie to the ground Soleil had fallen thoughtfully quiet, eyes wide as she took in the fight that folded before her. Every detail drawn in and chewed on in a way that left her rather speechless until a clear victor was established. And honestly? It hadn't been who the teen had been expecting. Not that she hadn't felt the strength in her boys arms, or on the receiving end of that wicked gauntlet, but she just never seen him this... fierce. It took a very long moment for Soleil to drag herself out of her thoughts. She reached for the rope that sectioned of the ring with a touch of color spreading warmly across her cheeks. The mud was disregarded, or she might possibly have just not remembered it was there at this point, but her boots squelched loudly as she darted across the wet field and quite literally threw herself at Zane. "C'était putain incroyable!" She gushed as brought the both of them down into the mud. "Amazing! Mon Dieu, je ne savais pas qu'il y avait ce côté de toi. Christ!" English was failing her, but as she leaned in to catch his lips he might have gotten the jist of what she was saying.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 12:01 pm
Zane had watched his opponent stalk off, brows furrowed before he was moving to make his own exit. The sooner he was out of the mud, the better, because then he could get cleaned off.
Except, Soleil had entered the ring and was making a beeline straight for him and he only had two second to register that she was speaking before she knocked him back down. "Sweet cheeks, english, please." Was the first thing out of his mouth before his words were swallowed by her kisses.
After that it wasn't too hard to get what she was implying and while the kisses were nice, they were still surrounded by people and he had to reach up, gently pushing her back.
"Sol, chill. C'mon, I want to go get cleaned up."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 4:33 pm
At Zane's urging she'd draw back, but it came with the most exasperated and over exaggerated sighs, her head falling briefly to his chest before she was slinking back along his body and climbing back to her feet. "Fiiiiine~" But she was obliging under protest. "Si vous insistez..." Lips pursed, she dropped a hand down to him to help drag him up out of the mud. And then, as a thought came to her, she suddenly grinned at him. "I'll help."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 4:38 pm
Laughing under her breath, Peyton picked her way across the mud in a pair of knee high rubber boots. This was the sort of arena she'd gotten to fight in her first match of the original tournament. She'd had to bring it back. "Congratulations to Mr. Walker!" her clipboard came up to gesture towards the redhead and the trainee that was helping him. Dottie had a couple of friends with her as well, but there was a familiar disappointment Peyton recognized all too well.  ROUND 1 BATTLE - PLAYER vs. PLAYER
PLAYER NAME WINS!!
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 9:30 pm
She stopped, but only because of the hold on her arm, and looked back at Nash, ready to tell him again that she was fine, or at least, would be fine if he'd just leave her alone, when she noticed that Sonja had jogged up with him, and the words died in her throat. The scowl she was going to give to her long time friend became instead a silent plea for him to not say anything, though it likely wasn't necessary. Sonja was given a weak smile, before she came closer, and Dottie shifted a little, nervously, which wasn't like her at all. She nearly flinched away from the peck on her forehead, and was stiff beneath the hug, but her gaze did soften a little by the time the other woman pulled back, though it was fixed on the ground for a moment before it raised again, taking in the mud that now stained Sonja's clothes. Dottie let out a light snort. "Thanks, gorgeous. Not really helping, but..." Her gaze wandered back over to the mudpit, Sonja's next statement earning her a more genuine smile, something about the girl cutting through the pain of the loss and trauma that she longed to keep hidden away. "Okay, that could maybe be arranged. But later...right now I just want to go lick my ******** wounds, so to speak." Shower, change, and hope to not feel like crap when she was finished. "Anyways, I'm good, okay? Just not good at losing s**t." She said, and shrugged her shoulders. "I'll get over it." Another quick look was given to Nash. She was sure he wasn't going to buy it, but trusted him to at least shut up now that Sonja was standing their with them. "I'll catch you both later."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 9:36 pm
His eyes stayed fixed on Dottie's for a moment longer before they shifted towards Sonja; and it was a testament to their years of friendship underneath all of the heckling and snide remarks that he didn't say anything more, or try to pressure an answer out of her.
"If you're gonna go get down and dirty, do it when I don't have to see," said Nash, reverting back to the usual dry, lazy tones he generally had. Dottie's arm, however, was given a subtle squeeze as Nash tugged her towards him, stretching to peck a quick kiss to her lips.
"Go get changed, asshat, you look like you rolled around in a pig sty," Nash added, and let his hand drop, reaching to sling his arm around Sonja's shoulders.
"Come on, hot stuff, let's go figure out who to watch next while Dottie goes and gets herself less gross."
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