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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:21 pm
Jet almost stumbled forward as the other General teleported, but he managed to twist the polearm so he could jab one of the pointed ends into the ground, keeping himself from falling forward after the hit to her gut.
He was thrilled that she’d thought to teleport. It was probably obvious that he hadn’t had many chances to have a real one-on-one fight with a higher ranking officer. Captains and super senshi, sure. They could teleport but their energy was quickly depleted. Much quicker than it would from another General.
But two could play that game. He yanked the blade from where it dug into the ground, and swung it as he jumped forward, teleporting mid swing beside her in the hopes it would be surprise enough to leave her unable to counter.
He hadn't missed the way she seemed distracted. He would just have to prove to her that he wasn't someone to take her attention from.
32/40 HP
Damage: 9
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AMItotic rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:28 pm
Zircon should have felt bolstered by the call from the audience, to hear Schörl's velvet voice use her pet name, but it chilled her all the way down to the aches in her bones. Schörl was watching, she had expectations and they weren't being met, and what would happen if this was the performance that the general-sovereigns thought of when it came time for her review?
Her world was spiraling into pinpoint focus, but unfortunately it wasn't being directed at her opponent.
"I--" She glanced back for a moment, as if she might have a clever rebuke, which left her vulnerable from the opposite side. Yes, she kept Jet in her vision, but she failed to account for the possibility that he might also teleport, coming up on her fast, too fast. The blade slashed across her torso, and another piece of her fell to stiffness. Much more of this and she wasn't going to be able to move.
Zircon teleported again, to the opposite side of the ring, her eyes wide and frenzied. If only she had time to think--
Zircon: 14/40
Damage: 0
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 11:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 11:18 pm
Adamantine had never seen the general act the way she was acting right now. Shook and clearly troubled by the match against the other general, who by all accounts was much younger then most generals. While she didn't think age surely mattered in the course, it spoke volumes of tenacity among the battlers.
A part of her worried for Zircon, who had been nothing but a pillar of strength and steadiness in the wolf pack. Her fingers only barely tightened against Silk's fur, and her normally stoic face showed a slight hesitation for her leader here.
She was worried that there would be nothing good of the outcome, and even worst, she could feel the judgmental stare of another general in the stands. Her gaze barely flickering to Schorl, as to not draw more then any attention to herself. Ivynian Only because EVERYONE CAN FEEL THAT GAZE
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 11:22 pm
Spectator
Tiberius scuttled in, settling against his Mistress' side with a frown as it seemed the good General wasn't having as good a match as they might have hoped. Schörl did not look all that pleased, which did not bode well, and as raucous as he'd been in other matches, he knew better for this one. Kamacite was one thing, being his senshi, but this was his Mistress' bird.
Respect was of the order.
Granted, he could see the other corrupt from Kamacite's match there - the bird with the tits he'd wanted to zap. Adamantine Spar, but now she wasn't actively attacking his senshi, she was fine. Lovely, even. A glorious corrupt senshi and more than worthy to be flirted with, adored at, and protected. The heat of the battle was a little different, of course. Still.
His ears swiveled and tail flicked, Zircon could still pull this around, could still trounce the other General...but she would literally have had to mete out massive amounts of damage while avoiding every single blow he offered...which sounded more like the wild Captain that sometimes hung around than the sandy-haired General. s**t
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:09 am
( Idk why I keep hitting "new post" instead of just edit :[ )
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:13 am
It wasn’t as though he wanted to hurt General Zircon. They’d survived that hell together, and she had taught him about things he’d never heard of before, about the history of those they were fighting and forming truces with. He respected her and wanted to strive to be as strong as she was, not just physically but mentally as well.
This was not a place to get caught up with hero worship though, especially since he’d rarely even had time to speak with her, and definitely not since they’d both been rescued.
She teleported again, which was fine, that was what he’d hoped, but not before he’d managed to get in a strike with his blade. It was clear she was trying to catch her breath, but the faster they finished this fight, the better. She could get medical treatment for her wounds then. And maybe he could talk to her some more and maybe get some tips on being able to control a seemingly unwieldy weapon.
Just as she’d teleported, he followed. Since the last attack went so well, he figured trying it again couldn’t hurt. She would probably be able to anticipate what he would do now, but it was worth the risk.
32/40 HP
Damage: 9
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AMItotic rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:43 am
A moment, she just needed a moment to clear her head of those haunting hazel eyes--
But a moment was a luxury Zircon could not afford. She anticipated Jet's approach, the teleport, and readied herself to aim for his throat, for a temple, anything that could incapacitate him quickly while she still had strength. He swung, and when she tried to move she realized her torso was still petrified, robbing her of her ability to pivot. With nowhere to turn and no momentum to utilize, she had no choice but to take the hit once again, higher up on her torso.
She teleported away again, but with her center of gravity so altered by whatever Jet's weapon had done, she stumbled to one knee, her breath ragged. If this were a real combat situation, she'd be dead, she knew that, she could hear Labyrinthite's scolding voice in her head, but nothing in her could will herself to her feet.
Still, she kept her eyes on Jet, fervid, bitter, opportunistic. All she needed was a chance.
Zircon: 5/40
Damage: 0
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 10:24 am
She was getting worn down, and while he knew this was a fight meant to show their skill, he also didn’t want to actually hurt her. She would be okay, he reminded himself. They had people on hand to take care of injuries. He needed to stay focused on the fight, and not what came after. Lack of focus was when mistakes were made.
Just a little further.
But his next attack barely scraped at her. s**t.
He couldn’t afford to let her regain her focus, knowing very well that with teleporting a couple times already, his energy was starting to deplete. A trip up like this could cost him the fight.
32/40 HP
Damage: 1
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AMItotic rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 10:53 am
Breathe.
Zircon considered her options, the state of her body. Her head was throbbing, her bones aches, her lungs burned. Interestingly enough, she felt the least pain where she'd been stabbed, the skin around each laceration dead to sensation or touch and heavy. It wouldn't save her, but it kept her conscious when the pain would have otherwise been overwhelming, and as long as she she stayed awake, she could think.
But the reality was that she couldn't move, she could hardly swing, and Jet could match her teleportation for teleportation, unlike any White Moon ally she'd fought. She couldn't keep her distance, she couldn't match him up close. She was going to lose, and that shame burned hotter than any injury her body might sustain. What to do, then? Tapping out might spare her another blow, but nothing of her dignity, if there remained any to spare, nor did it do Jet any good as a sparring match. He was obviously bringing his peak performance, so it was only fair that she return the favor.
Zircon had maybe one teleportation left in her before she started to wear further on her performance. If she used it to dodge, she would gain nothing. So, she waited, and she took another hit, a graze across an already-deadened arm. She weighed her options, gulped, and then looked up, disappearing from view.
She popped into existence above the arena, her stomach rolling as gravity took her pummeling down. Hands over her heads, she called her boomerang to hand, and with the force of the earth pulling her down she swung with all the strength left to her.
Zircon: 4/40
Damage: 10Guine Sorry about the delay!!!!
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 11:37 am
Adamantine's gaze lingered only on General Zircon, and her movement. Regardless if the woman was erratic or not, Adamantine watched and she waited.
Zircon was a beta wolf, no matter if she lost or not, the hits the woman would cause, would be immense.
Her small hands tightened on Silk, not painfully so, but so the kitten was aware. Her stoic face did not show the worry she felt inside.
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 4:11 pm
He thought he would have hit her, but he only managed to cut across part of where he’d already hit; a useless side effect of his weapon. His eyes widened in surprise again when she disappeared, and only realized she’d appeared above him when it was too late.
The boomerang was no cheap weapon. Jet never expected it to be. She had a good handle on it and knew what she was doing, so when it hit across his back, he found himself being thrown to the floor, his own weapon knocked from his grasp and skidded even further away.
s**t.
That was definitely not good. And she had come down practically on top of him, too. s**t, s**t, s**t.
Reaching out, he summoned his weapon back to his hand, hands spread out against the blunt pole to block her from coming down on him again.
And shoved her backwards.
With the sound of the match being called, he let his weapon disappear into subspace so he could collapse fully onto the ground and cough and wheeze because holy s**t he was going to be bruised badly from that hit in the morning.
After a few moments, he pushed himself up, still coughing, so he could jog his way over to where General Zircon was.
"Good match," he said, holding out his hand to her, and frowning at the cuts that ruined her uniform. "You'll have to teach me that move sometime," he insisted with a small smile, hoping she wouldn't take losing a stupid fight like this too badly. But he knew just because he didn't have much of an ego to tend to, that others didn't.
22/40 HP
Damage: 6
AMItotic No worries! She can totally kick his a** in a rematch! :>
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 5:39 pm
Of all the feelings Zircon had cared to experience in her tenure on this life, on or off the battlefield, there was nothing quite like the deep satisfaction of a solid hit on a foe. She swore she could feel the reverberation of Jet's ribs as he staggered forward, a resonant blend of hollow flesh and sturdy bone. It compared only to the rush of discovery, the thrill of disparate information coming together in synthesis. Even so, there was little about academia that inspired the raw drop of adrenaline, the fire in her veins.
For just a moment, Zircon felt like she was flying.
It ended all too soon--she hit the ground and staggered, tripping over her own limbs, and by the time she righted herself, she was facing the business end of Jet's weapon. The air left her lungs and she careened backwards, collapsing into a lump of a general well out of bounds.
In the muffled distance, she heard the match called, but her body was stiff and her senses all muddled. She spat blood (had she bit her tongue? perhaps) and shoved to force herself to seated on the ground, eyes low at the sight of Jet's boots.
It would have been easier if he would just gloat about his victory, but he seemed sincerely pleased with the match, which made her seethe all the more. Still, she couldn't afford to snub him in this public an arena, not with eyes watching. She wiped the blood from her mouth and then her hand on her jacket, then stiffly shook his outstretched hand.
"Well fought," she grumbled, gravel in her voice. She grimaced at his play at compliments, shaking her head with a bitter laugh. "It's just gravity. I teach a chapter about it with my kids." Zircon made it a point to stand on her own merits, favoring one side more heavily than before. She didn't dare look back at the crowd of spectators, not now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 6:55 pm
 There were medical aid stations set up around the fighting ring, along with bottles of water and snacks to keep up stamina and nutrition. Aurostibite stepped over, waving a red flag.
"Round one, complete," he said. There was, perhaps, the hint of a faint smile on his face as he said, "Well done, General Jet. General Zircon, you've fought well."
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