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GANYMA IS ATTACKING KURSHA (note to other players: Ganyma is disguised and wearing a mask)

16/20
2/3 regen
Offensive Style A novice trinket
+1 Damage
+1 accuracy this round!

Ganyma almost lost his window. Urged on by Milieu, he gave her a quick thumbs up before climbing up to where Kursha was perched. His back was wide open. A firm jab in the ribs for good measure, and Ganyma hissed into the back of Kursha's head. "If you don't die tonight... I'll find you. And kill you."

LEEROI ENCOURAGED A DRONE +1

"HELLLL YES," Leeroi yelled, reaching out to Psygki with grabby hands. "TOSS ME UP SOME OF THAT!" Psykgi was such a good sidekick, giving out power-ups to the other trolls, and more importantly, him.

"WHO THE—" Leeroi recoiled from Chiara's slap. He blushed angrily, not sure how he was supposed to feel. Was she patronizing him? Trying to beat him at his own game? Leeroi didn't think so.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched a drone trip over himself like an idiot. Was he the only sensible one here?

"HEY," Leeroi screamed, pointing aggressively at the drone. "GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, DUDE! NO ONE LIKES A LOSER." The drone bowed his head, embarrassed at his faulting but mostly the fact he was getting bossed around by a baby. He stood, raising a fist and charging back into the battle. Leeroi joined in with his battle cry, laughing intermittenly. This was much more fun in real life than on a screen.




HP: 34/40

After his last attack Anguis moved back to Luxara, only taking a sparing glance at the battling crowd. They'd be fine without him for now and he knew Forera was fine, had seen her in the past minute. He could spend a few minutes on Luxara.

"Look, I know you said you were fine earlier but let's see if we can wrap that up or something. It's not doing anything good out in the air." He said, sliding his pack off from his back and hoping that the bandages he packed were still there.

HP: 14/20

He was coming back. Oh s**t, oh s**t, wipe the tears away. She wasn't going to open herself up to that mess while there was a fight going on. "You could say the same about what happened to you," she said, glancing at Anguis's own wounds. "Anyway, I don't think you're supposed to just wrap a burn. It's a burn. You have to cool it and stuff. Do you have water and a wash cloth or something?" Meanwhile, she slid down with her back to the wall. There were enough distractions going on, and they were fairly out of range and focus. Luxara let herself sit on the floor, arms draped over her knees. In a way, she was already letting him do whatever he thought necessary if he wanted to fuss so. Weird how someone wanted to take care of her like that.
HP: 13/20

"That works. Have you got a spare shirt in there or something?" She was mostly avoiding lookat him in this face. "I should've thought to pack stuff, but I thought it would just be a night trip or something." While she was snorting at herself, she was impressed by Anguis's forethought. She did turn her head to look at his arm again, though. Then glance at his expression when he touched it, then immediately at the holes once more. "But it's better to lose as little blood as possible. If my injury's worth looking at, so is yours. Heck, yours more so because there's actual body fluids. This is just shitty and uncomfortable."

Luxara rubbed her face. It hadn't been long at all and she was exhausted. "If they were stitched up, then you wouldn't have to wait so long for the bleeding to stop. And you don't know how much more injuries you'll get tonight with that jackass running around and showing off his toys. Everyone's got a bleeding limit. I bet you don't have a power where you can regen blood so quick that bleeding out doesn't mean s**t." She looked at him with a grin, though, finally. "Unless you do, then For has a lot of explaining to do."
HP: 13/20

∞ Ephias Sagine

At last they reached the wall. Leaning against it, Ephias allowed himself to slump to the ground. A red, wet mark stained the rock behind him. They could not afford to rest for long, but in this quiet nook they could take take the time to investigate the damage. For the first time since he had been shot, Ephias inspected his arm. It was the same as before; a mess of blood, and charred, shredded flesh. The shrapnel had done its work. The sight sent a fresh surge of pain through him. And revulsion. His head was ringing.

At some point he realised Etsali was speaking to him. Pushing past the pain, he forced himself to listen. As she trailed off, he shook his head. “T-there's nothing we can remove,” he explained. Not at the present anyway. Extracting the tiny pieces of metal would have to be a task for another time. “For now we just need to st-staunch the bloodflow. It'll be all right.”

Taking a deep breath, Ephias willed himself to think clearly. This pain was nothing compared to the fogginess of a week without sleep. Buried beneath the impulse of the domineering primal brain was logic and order. He just needed to access it.

With his uninjured arm, Ephias waved Wolly closer. Trotting over from where he had been keeping look-out, the sheep nuzzled at Ephias' forehead. The troll did not pull away, but instead picked up his shears. He considered them for a moment, before offering them to Etsali.

“Could you...?” He would need both arms to use the shears, and to be perfectly honest, at the moment he was afraid to do anything with his right.

“You saved my life back there,” Ephias continued, matter-of-factly. There was a pause. A wave of guilt swept over him, as all his thoughts from earlier came rushing back. He averted his gaze.

“I-I'm sorry I brought you in-into this, Ets. I...”

He was unsure how to finish. There was no excusing his actions, so what could he say? He had not expected things to turn out like this? He had not thought that joining the initiative would be so dangerous? He knew full well what he was getting into. But he had wanted to do something important, and he had wanted to do it with someone equally important.

It was like that time at Bloodfest, when he had participated in Etsali's booth. Even knowing it was wrong, he had played her game and stolen from others, because he wanted to understand. Because he knew it was important to her. But this was different. Etsali had not come of her own accord. He had lead her here, and he had betrayed her.

That knowledge was worse than the pain in his shoulder.

His mouth twisted, and his eyes burned. Reaching up, Ephias rubbed at them with the back of his hand. Then he found himself unable to pull away. “... I've made a lot of mistakes.”

Who was calling for him now? Didn't these people see he was busy? He whipped his head back to see... Zin? Hey, Zin! That crazy guy. He had nice pants. He looked bigger now too, but on top of the drone it seemed like less of a difference. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Leeroi shouted back at him, "I'M WINNING, DUH!"

Leeroi turned his attention back down to Psykgi. Glitch screamed for her charge to stop, but her voice fell on deaf ears. He climbed down the drones back to receive his power-ups, face glowing with excitement. He gritted his teeth as Psykgi prepared the syringe, smiling disturbingly as he received the treatment. The serum left a strong feeling in his arm, almost numbing his hands. A different feeling coursed through the rest of his body, making him feel dizzy and light. His vision swirled, and Leeroi did his best to keep his balance. Whatever Psykgi gave him was strong.

He laughed maniacally. It was slow at first, growing as he wrapped the bandages around his knuckles, and finally his arm. "YESSSS" He cried out, punching Psykgi in the arm when he meant to offer her a fist bump. Was she always standing that close?