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Smerdle rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-12)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:55 pm
Not even feeling Bul's punches anymore, West leaned forward with a surprising amount of force, his shoulder smacking into the monster's.
"Vvbll," he said.
(( HP: 6
Damage: 5 ))
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Pepzilla rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:34 pm
This was about it... Bul could no longer lift his arms and throw them at any rate that would harm the demon. Instead, and with West's very own shove, all he could do was struggle with the remaining strength in his body. He wasn't going to give until either his or West's legs did.. but in reality the two proved to be wildly strong enough to be a man.
Sad men, of course.
But Bul's legs did give a whole lot sooner than he expected and the half beast was the first to hit the ground in a heap of bruised monster. The blood trickled from his mouth and he let out a shakey sigh. "Mmn dooone..." he groaned. "...you.....wiiin..."
((Gonna call Bul defeated since he missed so hard xD))
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:20 pm
When Bul dropped to the ground, West simply stopped moving, his hands poised crookedly in front of his chest like a tangled marionette. His breath was ragged and his knuckles throbbed not only from delivering punches but from delivering punches that had been occasionally countered by impressive spiky monster spikes. The demon was tired and sweaty but oh so happy. This boil was truly an excellent opponent. In hindsight, it would have been a shame if Savior had eaten him.
West finally lowered his fists. He faintly registered the surprising amount of blood they had left on the ring, feeling a bit of his lip crack open again as he grinned.
"Riley's gonna killus," he muttered. Blinking down at Bul, West creakily bent over to offer the monster a hand up. "Good fight," he said.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:23 pm
Bul struggled but took the offered hand graciously and pushed his weight down to the heels of his feet and wobbled a little standing up. "Yeah she ******** is..." he groaned then rubbed his chin. "We really outta clean it up... or she'll boot us from this room. But that was so worth it needed to get a lot of it out of my system I think.." he chuckled weakly and shook the hand West brought him up with.
Looking around almost blindly, the half beast hobbled over the ropes and let out a heave of air once on the other side. "Should be some alcohol or something in here.." he wandered towards the first aide kit in the room and glanced back at West. "Find a towel man, and we'll clear our tracks."
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 11:30 pm
West nodded, ducking back through the ropes and heading off toward the supply closet. He tugged at the door, the pushed it, finally deciding that it was really and truly locked. At least he wouldn't have to deal with the piles of cups that were probably stacked in there. He continued making his way around his side of the room, eventually coming across a rack filled with what seemed to be clean towels. At least they smelled clean to him. In addition, the cart they were on also rolled so West didn't have to expend much of his depleted energy as he pushed them back over to the ring. Surely it was a sign.
"Here." He picked up a towel and handed it to Bul, then waited for the boil to pass over whatever he had found in the first aid kit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:34 am
"Yea and Ill take this to get it bleached later..." Bul groaned and then handed West a bottle of some rubbing alcohol. "Might need to grab a water bottle too.." he turned to the demon and grinned through bloody teeth. "Man we're so ******** wiped his face with the towel first and then took it over to the ring to start soaking up what he could. Thankfully it was coming out pretty cleanly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:25 pm
Another nod followed the first as West grabbed the alcohol Bul held out to him. Had he been alone and somehow able to bloody himself this severely all on his own, he likely would have left his mess for the next unsuspecting Fitness Club members to find. He wasn't really big on forethought. Thankfully, he also wasn't big on leadership, so the monster's requests were carried out quickly and without complaint.
First, water. He didn't have to go far for it, and once he had found a bottle he squirted some in his mouth, swishing it around and swallowing, then dropping it at Bul's side. Next, alcohol. The second bottle was unscrewed and tipped into West's towel before being placed next to the water. He began to sop up the bloody spatters, eventually cleaning his section of the ring until it met some sort of unspoken specification. A short while later he stood again, shuffling over to stand behind the half beast.
"Not so screwed anymore," he said, looking around at their handiwork. He was careful not to smile and break open his lip again, but he could see himself forgetting all about that in a matter of minutes. Better to leave now before he bloodied up the ring again.
"You, uh, need anythin'?" West wasn't quite sure how to treat someone he had just spent an extended period of time punching. He usually didn't stick around after such activities.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:48 am
"Not so screwed at all." Replied the boil. Bul felt a trickle of blood trying to escape his lip and quickly raised the bloody towel to stop it.
Muffled through the towel he spoke again. "Huh uh. Ah hink ahll ee hine."
Bul wandered over to the other side of the club room to gather up his stuff. "Uss don ell iley," he said shaking his head. Not that he figured West would. West didn't seem like the snitch type, nor the type that cared if she found out anyway but a lack of extreme paranoia was settling. Needless to say, this would be the last time he'd fight illegally in the fitness room. Elsewhere... however...
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:38 pm
"Yeah. Good." He glanced around the room while making his way toward the door, trying to remember if he had brought anything in here with him, but looked back at Bul when he saw he hadn't. "Nah, I won't tell'er." It seemed the other boil was fine-ish, walking around on his own and all that, so West didn't think that he should feel particularly bad about leaving him. "Take care of..." he gestured at his own face, breaking into the grin he had managed to keep off of it a moment before. His lip stung, but he didn't care. It felt nice to not have his a** handed to him for a change, although he had come perilously close to it, yet again.
"See ya 'round." West smacked his palm against the door frame and hurried off back to the demon dorms.
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