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Rown rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 3:12 pm
Ofelia didn't have anything else to say - instead she just braced herself for what was probably coming next. Rue was busy relaxing in her head, having had her fill of FEAR, but that didn't mean Ofelia knew if Rep's weapon had it or not. The end result was going to be her dying, probably.
So the best thing she did was just. . . . start to ********' run around and hope he missed her. It wasn't meant to be, but dammit she had hopes.
hp 9
damage 5
charge -
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Baneful rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 3, 1, 4, 3, 4
Total: 22 (7-28)
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 3:18 pm
< Hit her hit her hit her. HIT HER. > Tracey was..not his usual self in Rep's head, to say the least, the fear was a headrush, it wasn't often he got to use his charge twice, and it seemed to him like the second was somehow the sweeter, all the more intense. It was so /easy/ to just let himself melt into Tracey's commands, for once agreeing on something.
He had no idea how long the battle had gone on for, nor what sort of state either of them were in, all that mattered was this surprisingly coaxing, seductive charge.
But she'd done so well.
Oh well.
He charged forward, his thoughts almost distant as he basked in the adrenaline rush of the moment, swinging the axe around in a massive arc, feeling it connect, possibly too hard.
Suddenly doubt.
"Oh ********."
But it was way too late to stop.
HP- 5/40
DMG- 19
Charge - 0
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 3:57 pm
There was no time for Ofelia to even think as her foot caught against the ground, prompting her to spin around just in time to take Rep's attack dead against her chest. There was a scream, possibly from her but maybe also from her shield, as the weapon dug into her flesh and destroyed the remnants of protection as though going through tissue paper.
Blood poured from the wound like someone had opened a faucet and Ofelia looked at Rep, her eyes wide and. . . well, scared. The expression she wore on her face was that of a person accepting something, perhaps death, and her mouth opened as though to speak before she hit the ground, hard.
A pool of red started to form beneath her, the nasty sound of her skull cracking against the pavement the final accent noise.
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