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 Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 6:37 pm
Spectating
His advice was good advice, Taym, seriously. Not that Solomon knew his advice was being questioned in the least in the silence of another's head - or that a little moon had just made a point to hide from him.
Instead, Solomon seemed to go from chipper-full-of-energy to 'what was that noise?' at Peyton's outcry, seeming, at least in body language, concerned about his fellow sun trainee.
His shield hadn't been tested, after all, so for all he knew they could feel a hell of a lot of pain through them.
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 6:39 pm
The scream startled him, but it was those eyes that made his heart wrench. Had his attack been that hard? Did he cross some line somehow? This was supposed to be a battle, right? Wasn't that what he was doing? He had a few quick moments of stunned silence before he realized something; one shoulder was darker than the other, and it wasn't because of him. The weak attempt at an attack would have been comical with all the mud had it not been for that look on her face. She missed by a long shot but Ripley was there anyway, Wilhelm dropping uselessly to the mud as he reached out to catch her before she could lose her balance completely.
"Your shoulder..." She was hurt. She was hurt before she joined the competition and she still entered. "Why?" He asked, as if his thoughts had been vocalized.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 6:58 pm
A hand caught her arm as she moved past him, pulling her around, steadying her in the mud, and she stared up at the concern in his face and felt her own startled expression hardening. Why, he asked her. Why was she here, why was she still fighting despite being at an obvious disadvantage due to an injury that still wasn't healed. She stared up at him, and her lips pressed into a thin line before she slowly pulled her arm free of his grip. "Because I am a Sun, and I do not back away from a fight."
Their enemies wouldn't care if she was hurt. They'd still attack, relentless and heartless.
<That's my girl.>
She turned her head, searching the spectators, pale eyes settling on the trio that seemed to be cheering for Ripley before moving past them to Taym, quiet and miserable, and then to Solomon, who's entire demeanor had changed with that one pained scream.
No, she didn't back down, not even with the odds were stacked against her.
HP: 19
DMG: -
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:05 pm
Her reasoning didn't make much sense at first, but then it clicked; she was part of the Sun division. Their front line offensive team. If they backed down from a fight for any reason, the rest would be vulnerable.
< Kill or be killed. >
It was the first time this whole fight that Wilhelm spoke up. The normally silent weapon breaking his own vow of silence to impart some valuable advice.
"Right." Was all he said at first. He understood, at least vaguely. Enough, at least, to respect her decision and to continue on to the best of his own abilities. She knew her own limits, and who was he to question them?
"Then I won't back down, either." It was a warning, however softly spoken. Wilhelm remained in the mud as Ripley shot forward, grabbing her arm with one hand to keep her there while swinging his other fist into her unprotected stomach.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:05 pm
Bix yelled, "KOKOROOOO!!!!" and threw his fist in the air.
Before running off again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:12 pm
Spectating
"C'MON PEYTON!" Solomon threw a fist in the air as he cheered for his fellow sun, even if really he wanted to just jump into the fight and punch Ripley, believe it or not.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:19 pm
She didn't want sympathy, and she certainly didn't want someone she was facing off against treating her like some fragile, breakable thing. She wasn't a doll, she wouldn't shatter under a sturdy hit. She was Sun, and she would keep fighting until there was nothing left to give.
Ripley's warning was answered with a nod, but he was already moving before the gesture was over, and eve as she jerked away from him she felt his fingers close around her arm a split second before a fist to the stomach had her doubled over and gasping.
But she heard them, her fellow Suns. Bix's silly cry of bonded friendship followed by Solomon urging her onward. She fought through the lack of breath, sucking in a lungful as she unfolded and brought her still armed fist up at the bottom of his chin, throwing her whole shoulder into the strike.
He wasn't holding back, and she wouldn't either. It was the highest respect she could pay someone standing opposite her in a fight.
HP: 12
DMG: 8
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:24 pm
The uppercut came in solid and pain exploded behind Ripley's eyes, the trainee getting knocked back square onto his a** in the mud. There was a mental grunt from the weapon in his head and it shook him back to action, trying in vain to swing a leg out at her in his attempt to stand.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:29 pm
She watched him fall back, and the sound of his backside hitting the mud was rather satisfying. When he kicked out in is efforts to stand she wasn't there, having stepped back and away, falling into an easy crouch as he got his feet back beneath him.
Then she lunged at him again, dodging past an arm so she could give him an echo of the blow he'd just given her. Spike tipped knuckles sinking into his solar plexus. Warrick drank in the fear, roaring his approval in her head, and she made a soft sound of amusement at the wrath demon as she pulled her arm away.
HP: 12
DMG: 6
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:35 pm
Ripley managed to get to his feet, but he didn't get to enjoy it for very long. Peyton was attacking again, the spikes of her weapon sinking into his stomach with a well-placed punch. The Trainee hissed in pain, his weight shifting to try and swing a foot out to kick her back. Once more he slipped lightly in the mud, turning his nearly-aimed attempt to a glancing blow.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:44 pm
Again she avoided the foot, stepping back and away from him, but not before his sword nicked at her sheild. That hiss of pain had been satisfying, and she was smiling at the other trainee as she waited for him to straighten up again.
HP: 11
DMG: -
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:47 pm
Ripley heaved a cough and took in a deep breath to regain what had been lost in her last blow, and once he was ready (and finally not seeing stars), both of his hands shot out to grab her by the wrists. Within seconds he was pulling her close, using his height over her to his advantage with a single headbutt.
< That was smart. > Wilhelm piped up sarcastically.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:53 pm
Specatatooooor
Finn didn't care that some serious business might be going on in that little battle area, that some woman had entered herself in a tournament even though she was previously injured, that his friend might have accidentally hit her in said injury unknowingly.
All he cared about was the fact that his friend looked to be getting his a** kicked by a midget.
"AW COME ON MAN! YOU GONNA TAKE THAT s**t FROM HER?"
All the caps shouting.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:56 pm
The only other person Peyton had ever gone up against that was so willing to fight bare handed had been Rep, a full two ranks above her, and only to even the playing field a little. So she wasn't expecting Ripley to abandon his sword and grab at her wrists. When he pulled she stumbled forward, only to drop to her knees when his head connected with the top of her's.
<Wow, this guy is creative. You need to take him out now before he gets any other bright ideas.>
He still had her arms, so she used the mud to her advantage, sliding in it as she lay back to gain a certain measure of leverage so she could drive her heel up into the other trainee's stomach.
HP: 6
DMG: 4
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:58 pm
SPECTATOR
He snickered a bit at Abbi's enthusiasm. It almost seemed like Ripley did better when they weren't shouting, but, well, what was the point of spectating if you couldn't have a little audience participation? "Oy, Supernatural, don't go getting a concussion now! I still need those brains of yours for later."
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