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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-12)
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 Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2018 4:58 pm
When had Zircon ever been friendly.
"It is a sick trophy." Sick as in cool as ********. "Maybe next time, treat your lieutenants and it won't come to bite you back in the uh...." He looked over her shoulder, "a**?"
"What's wrong Zircon?" Pyro cocked his head at her, "You keep closing up and letting your weaknesses show. Aren't you suppose to be a badass general?" This time he was serious, "Why do you get so riled up when a kid bugs you? Are you actually worried they're gonna drop you?"
Pyro: 25/40
Damage: 3
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AMItotic rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2018 12:58 pm
"I give lieutenants the treatment they deserve," Zircon growled, pacing at a respectable distance from the other general with her stilted gait while she considered her options, one arm at her side. "All you've ever done is be a smartass, when you could have just fallen in line the way you were supposed to. Anything I've ever done to you was something you earned."
She stopped cold when his demeanor changed, bristling under her shielded posture. The general considered his questions for a moment, and then she pursed her lips, almost feeling pity for the fool. "If you think any of us are beyond getting discarded at a whim, then you haven't been paying close enough attention," she responded, her dry voice lacking it's usual malice. There were too many names to think about in the middle of a spar, too many faces lost to time and battle and blood. All it did was make Zircon ache, exhaustion seeping from her bones.
A step was all it took to teleport, and she appeared behind him with one arm swinging, but it lacked her usual anger.
Zircon: 15/40
Damage: 4
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 8:44 pm
"No, you treat them like s**t because you act like s**t." He growled back, "You think anyone will listen to that kind of behavior? Nah. You need to re-educate yourself." Pyro laughed. "This place is full of stick up their a** generals and captains, you need to be different to shine in the group."
He waited, "That's why I made general."
another moment.
"That's why I made general right after you." He shook his head, "Only the weak are worried about discarded. Only the weak think of themselves as disposable." He grinned again.
"And I'm strong. Stronger then you." Fog* escaped from his mouth, spreading in the air. If Zircon thought she had this well....
Pyro: 21/40
Damage: 10AMItotic *Pyro breathes out a large cloud of poison, that remains stagent in the air. It causes mild dizziness and paralyzing of limbs up to at least 30 seconds. The haze is a thick black smog, and can be inhaled or absorbed through skin. Only Pyro can move through the haze without being effected.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2018 9:39 pm
SpectatorAdmittedly, Harmotome was rather torn. In a very weird way. Pyrophanite gave her so much s**t she wanted to scream, and she did. She also knew he was struggling with something pretty deep, and just through the time she was spending with him, she was starting to care. Gag. But regardless, that meant she wanted him to do well. On the other end, she really liked Zircon, and the woman was covering her quota so that she could harass the snake General to teach him a lesson. Zircon had done nothing but right by her so far, and thus she wanted the General to do well too. When you liked both participants, regardless of how much s**t you gave one of them, how did you pick a side? Still, the lieutenant’s jeers were cut short as Pyro brought out the big guns. Her fingers dug into the rail that held the spectators back as the arena was clouded in the half-youma’s miasma. s**t. That s**t was the worst. Did Zircon know it was coming? How would the woman react? Once again it was that awful twist. Pleased Pyro was getting a lead, dismayed he was getting a lead. Dismayed Zircon was at such a disadvantage, pleased he was using his abilities to his advantage. “OH, GET OFF YOUR TALL HORSE!” Harmotome called. “YOU STILL HAVE LONG VAY TO GO, NOPE ROPE! LITTLE TOO SOON TO BE MOTORBOATING!” Never mind that the lieutenant had just gotten a lot of those idioms wrong. Oh so completely wrong. In her defense, there were way too many of them, and English wasn’t her first language. “COME ON, ZIRCON!” She called out, wanting to give the General some more encouragement since the battle had obviously shifted in Pyro’s favor. “YOU CAN DO IT!” Plus, if Pyro won, ugh. It wouldn’t even matter that his sorry prison a** had been knocked out in round one…she would never hear the end of it if he won this match. She wanted to listen to other things for the next three months. “KICK HIS PUNK b***h a**! METAL LEGS ARE MEANT TO GO UP ASSES, AND AFTER HE LOST ROUND ONE, HIS a** IS LOOSE!” Never mind that THAT probably made absolutely no sense. It did to Harmotome though, and that’s all she really cared about. Quote: just uh...made my word count here don't mind me
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AMItotic rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2018 12:17 pm
No.
He was wrong.
He was wrong about her. He was being foolhardy and stupid and his bravado was going to be his downfall.
But he had been promoted, right after her. She couldn't believe in a system that raised her to general as proof of her own competence and also recognize that Pyrophanite had somehow also been deemed worthy. It didn't make sense. It wasn't fair--he hadn't struggled or suffered the way she had. He didn't deserve it, and she breathed in to tell him as much when she realized that he was seeping out fog.
Zircon's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hands, but it was no use--poison filled her lungs and made her head swim, causing her to stumble. Her arms felt heavy like in her spar against Jet, even while her mind screeched and panicked to get up, move, survive, prove him wrong. But as before, as always, her body was traitor to her needs, the broken cage she had no chance of escaping. She had to think, but his words were more toxic than the poison gas--broken, weak, malformed.
But poison couldn't affect a limb that had been replaced.
Her eyes were blurry, unfocused, but nevertheless filled with hatred when she staggered forward, sweeping low with her dead leg. It hurt to move, to breathe, but she wasn't done yet, not when she had this punk to disprove.
Zircon: 5/40
Damage: 9
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2018 12:27 pm
The more she desperately struggled against the truth, the more the glee in him built. He knew she breathed in the poison, the way her body was more sluggish, and the fact that he could see her moves as obvious as day. Well he supposed, not as obvious with his eye sight but still.
Her kick came at him and he braced his body for it, metal painfully crushing into his side from her fake leg. Had he not breathed the poison out, he would've given her the fight in fear of being beaten to death with the metal limb.
She was right where he wanted her though and the smile that spread along his face. "I'll be taking whats mine now, General." He used her leg basically as a lift, lifting her up and turning her in a throw. He heard the leather straps rip with the momentum and while her leg stayed, her body would be sent crashing to the floor.
He actually had her ******** leg right now.
"Looks like I won General." His prize was thrown on his shoulder, his smile wide. "It's a shame, I thought it'd actually be a challenge but well...what can I expect for the bottom feeders of generals now?" he waved the leg, "Thanks for my prize!"
Pyro: 12/40
Damage: 7
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 12:30 am
He put his filthy hands on her, and her stomach lurched. Bait, switch, and lift.
Zircon felt weightless for a moment when he flipped her, stuck as she was in a sluggish body that ignored her commands. She reached to claw at him, to shout, but all she could do was feel as the leather holding her together tore and something below her knee dislocated, as jarring as if the foot had still been hers to lose.
There was no pomp to the way her body hit the arena floor, no satisfying bounce to her broken form. Zircon crumpled because that was all she was good at, all she had ever been good at or would ever be good at. Through the haze of what remained of her consciousness, she saw Pyrophanite brandishing something made of silver and leather, and a part of her screamed, but it never quite made its way to her lungs where she could externalize her fury and despair.
The bottom feeder of generals looked up at Pyrophanite with hazy eyes, laced with venom, and before she could endure another moment of this agonizing mockery, she blinked out of existence, her metal foot the only evidence she'd ever been in the ring.Pixie Nyxie And that's going to be Zircon's hella delayed exit sorry about the wait ahhhhhhhhhh ;;
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