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Grymoire rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:27 pm
Rejam Well I think stabbing him with a vengeance works as good motivation XD He snarled as the other man twisted the blade in him. In reaction his rather boney elbow came up and he managed to solidly crack the other man on the jaw as he yanked himself away from the knife. Which probably wasn't the best idea since -that- hurt too but at least there wasn't a knife in him anymore ... for the moment. HP: 5/40 Damage: 6
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:33 pm
Grymoire SUDDENLY THE TABLES ARE TURNED this is v exciting lol He stumbled back then, free hand rubbing at his jaw with a few spat curses. Another feral grin, but, tellingly, no counterstrike. Just a leery, defensive stance, huddled up on himself to make the smallest possible target. "Don't make me bleed in front of the lady," he suggested, with a bark of a laugh. HP: 11 DMG: 0
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Grymoire rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:38 pm
Rejam This is sorta creepy XD And worrying He ducked slightly and as the other stumbled back he lashed out with the flail, catching him on the calf as he stepped back. "I think if anyone's got to worry about bleeding it's me." HP: 5/40 Damage: 3
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:39 pm
Spectator
Peyton was leaning on the rope, up on her tippy-toes, as she watched the pair of trainees suddenly forget how the hell their weapons worked. It had stolen the excited smile off her face, had pale eyes narrowing down on Taym as he continued to miss his target multiple times.
Then he laughed, sudden and unexpected, along with a request that had her succumbing to her own low chuckles. "Taym, if you lose this thing I will make you regret it." Knowing Peyton, it was not an idle threat.
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:41 pm
"If I lose," he returned, lifting his voice without looking in her direction, "I'm blaming your constant ********' distractions." He didn't even try, just circled a little, suddenly a lot less sure of himself. HP: 8 Damage: ZERO AGAIN lmao /blames Peyton
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Grymoire rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:49 pm
Rejam and things are evened out XD scary enough yet? He took the otherss momentary distraction to land another hit, this time against Taym's side. This wasn't going to last long but at least he could go down swinging HP: 5/40 Damage: 3
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:51 pm
Grymoire OMG AND THEN HE MISSES BY ONE HP TAYM lmao He was... weirdly tired. More tired than he should have been, at his age, after so little exertion. A reminder of how out of shape he was, of how much better he ought to take care of himself. He mustered another vicious, dog-bite stab to the ribs, and it was solid, but it lacked the whip-quick recoil of his earlier hits. And he watched. He was waiting for Inoke to concede, for his shield to crack. He wasn't quite there. HP: 5 Damage: 4
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Grymoire rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:57 pm
Rejam HE SHOULD HAVE HIT HARDER! *dying* He wasn't about to concede. That was giving up and one thing he'd never been able to do was just give up. That last stab to the ribs had hurt more than he'd expected and he knew he was going to feel that for days. Problem was, it left Taym's head at the perfect height for an elbow to the temple. HP: 1/40 Damage: 8
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:03 pm
Grymoire OMG INOKE YOU BADASS lmao /hugs him Congratulations that was hellafun lol, they should rematch some time after the tournament. Son of a b***h. The shield cracked, and Taym reeled back, Fiona suddenly gone, a hand reaching up to cradle his head, fingers coming back bloody. And he laughed, weakly. "Got cocky," he told him quietly. "Thanks for sparing me further embarrassment." He didn't reach out for a handshake, or offer a "good fight," or anything else. It was a graceless concession, but it seemed bizarrely relieved, the gratitude sincere, the animosity draining out of the Death hunter as swiftly as if plug had been pulled. One fight was plenty.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:08 pm
Rejam Next time Taym will just have to take him out in those first couple of hits XD They will totally have to try again some time though. He panted quietly for a moment before his legs gave out and he sat down, hard, on the grass. ".... ow." He set Vi on his lap, staring down at her. . Heaving a sigh he shook his head before leaning back on his hands. "So ... you'll just have to pay me back later ... when we can both move again"
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:12 pm
Peyton stiffened as she watched Inoke's elbow smash into the side of Taym's head and the touch of crimson on his hand as he pulled it away from the point of impact was enough to have the dainty Sun vaulting the ropes and racing onto the field. "********." It was silly, she knew it was, but she felt as if her stupid threat had somehow jinxed the fight.
As if she had any influence, controlled or otherwise, over what happens.
Aversion to being touched be damned, Peyton was at the Death trainee's side in seconds and she snatched at his hand, staring at the blood on his fingertips before moving so she could peer up at the side of his head with a soft hiss and a wince. "He got you good," she finally offered, letting his wrist go and just sort of hovering at his side.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:25 pm
"I'll remember the invitation," he answered drily, and before he could finish whatever he was about to say, he saw Peyton launching herself over the ropes. "Here comes the cavalry. I'll see you around," he said lowly, by way of goodbye before turning and letting Peyton administer her professional opinion of the damage, gently disentangling his fingers from hers with the same distaste he always had. His breathing was coming labored, a sheen of sweat on his forehead that was probably stinging like hell on the split. But he grinned at her. He wanted off the training field and out of the sun. Impulsively, he slung an arm around her shoulders, waist being altogether too far away (so short! Peyton! why are you so short!) and started to steer her off the field. "Looks like I got a free pass out of any more embarrassment," he said, and then, feeling cocky and having an intense desire to enrage her--based on what he'd seen earlier that day after her own fight--he drew her up to his side. And craned down to pinch her a**, or rather the bony bit of her that passed for an a**. "Where's your... friend?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:36 pm
 ROUND 1 BATTLE - Obadiah v. Inoke
INOKE WINS!!    Grymoire I expect nothing less from a Sun-bro biggrin Rejam I'll still call you if I need anyone shanked in the showers ;D
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:48 pm
An arm over her shoulders, steering her towards the edge of the field. She blinked in obvious surprise before a hesitant smile split pale pink lips at the willing affection. It had taken a while, but Peyton was finally realizing that touching was just fine so long as he was the one initiating it, and she still, despite budding affections for another person, appreciated every willing touch. It made her stomach do little, excited flippies. She did give him a odd look at his apparent relief at being out of the competition that ended with a shake of her head. "You were doing really well there for a while." It wasn't mindless praise. If he'd been an epic fail out there, she'd have told him. A light wash of color rose up as he tugged her in against his side, it darkened significantly as she felt the pinch to her backside, and gave a rather embarrassing squeak as a result. "Taym!" She swatted back at his hand, practically whining as he brought up Solomon. a** of a sudden the arm around her shoulder wasn't as nice, and she had a firm desire to sink into the short grass and disappear altogether. Since that wasn't an option, she pulled an arm back and delivered a bony row of knuckles to his side.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:03 pm
He made an undignified noise himself, at that, bending double. "Hitting me while I'm down," he accused, pointing theatrically at his bloody forehead. "Totally unsportsmanlike." If he'd been more aware of the situation he'd have handled it differently, but as far as Taym was concerned Peyton had fibbed to him for no good reason and was asking for every ounce of torment she got. He let her go, laughing. "Hope he's enough of a gentleman to take that ridiculous ********... thing off his head when you're together," he teased, backing away from her and making a shooing movement of his hands. "Go catch a couple of fights. If I don't change I'm going to start dropping my enemies at a dozen paces from the stink alone." He turned to go, adding over his shoulder: "Bye."
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