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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 1:57 pm
Ling felt his claws make sold contact with her throat, but he was stopped from completing his goal by her large blade. He pulled back swiftly as she moved in rapidly lashing out multiple times. He avoided several swings but took multiple hits to his shoulder, hip, and cheek respectively. His body was wearing from his injuries as the fight was drawn out, but his mind didn't register that his body was giving out on him. Confronting her head on he brought his staff about and aimed to crush in her foul face with it. HP: 8
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Lady Within rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 2:12 pm
:: The blade scored on him enough for her to sense the weariness in her opponent... Though he was strong enough, tenacious enough to land a blow high on her cheekbone, making a hairline fracture along the length... gasping, she'd take a step back, her head bowed as she felt herself nearly going to a knee... but by sheer will alone, she remained standing... Thrusting forward violently with her blade. ::HP: 3
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 2:32 pm
Ling didn't back away from the wearying deity, earning him a deep cut in his side. As his blood dripped down his leg to mingle with blood from his other injuries he bore his teeth and moved in. He aimed his razor claws for her throat once again. If he had eyes they would have gleamed with his vicious malice and wrath. He wished to crush the life right out of her body. HP: 5
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Lady Within rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 2:42 pm
:: Weaving out of the way, half in exhaustion, half in experience... He went after her neck so much in this battle, it seemed as if that was all he wanted to do, claw her face or her neck with interspersing slashes to her midriff. She'd use her sword to balance herself before she'd drive right into him as well... stabbing the blade towards gut. ::HP: 2
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 2:55 pm
The warrior's blade sunk deep in his gut and once again he coughed up blood. The fresh wound nearly meeting the one in his chest. His blood splashed to the already stained stone. He flapped his wings to remove himself from her blade, breathing ragged as his antenna seemed to twitch rather that wave. He snapped his face to 'look' at the one he would not forgive. With every bit of energy his battered an bleeding body could muster her launched himself at her aiming to finish her off with a sharp crack to the top of her head with his staff. HP: 2
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:42 pm
((Sorry I didn't reply before taking my nap. I was hit by tiredness so hard I had to lie down, realized right before I went to sleep that I took the wrong meds, hence why I was so tired.)
:: Warrior just stared at him a moment... her face in a state of shock... She had allowed this to happen, but still... it was an opportune moment for Ling... her mind, darkened at the edges... threatening to knock her out right there... but, she'd take a step back from him, her body fading from sight, wisps of red energy floating into her blade that melted and morphed into a chakram, with wicked curving blades angling out in a triad about the circular weapon... it hovered in the air for a moment before it would fly with loud whistling sound that heralded her passing and her return to the Cursed camp. She went straight to her tent, hovering over the cot for a moment, before shifting back into her true form and landing softly on the bedding... a groan left her lips as she close her eyes and desire nothing more then to fix... whatever this was... She could not afford another mistake like that.::HP: 0
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 11:25 pm
 Ever since his loss to Antar, and his recovery afterwards, Warrior had tasked him with going out to search for and collect any wounded Cursed he came across and bring them back to be healed. He expected to be punished for his sad defeat, a fight that wasn't even close, like it should have been, but while most would consider this tame, it was torture for him, as he'd much rather be out there fighting. But Warrior knew as much as he did, he needed time to clear his head. So it was with his latest return to camp, he heard one of the many signs of her return, and went to her tent to check on her. He saw her state and swore under his breath, going to her. "My goddess..." he murmurs, looking over the wounds on her. "What happened?" he asks, moving to grab supplies to help her as she had helped him after his fight with Antar.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 11:39 pm
:: Warrior flung an arm over her eyes... she looked like she had been attacked by a tiny whip... her body mostly scratched... save the the large gouges in her belly and the gashes in her throat... she also had some deep scratches on her face as well, but paid them no mind as she'd lie there splayed over the cot... "Vengeance... distraction.... strife... I think they all played a part... perhaps the later to a lesser degree, but really my darling Arsh, you should not sulk so... it does bother me." ::
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 11:55 pm
Arshavir looked over the wounds, paying mind to the more serious ones along her midsection. He wasn't sure if the comment of strife was related to his title and he shook his head over the baffling words as he pulled up a chair and started to clean up the blood from her gashes and gouges first -- not about to insult her by asking if she wanted pain killers. "I am not sulking, merely concerned and wondering who did this to you, so I may return the favor."
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:04 am
:: Allowing him to tend her wounds, it was right of him not to offer her pain killers, at the moment she would have punched him in the face if it wouldn't have hurt too bad for her to move.... she'd lift her arm a bit and peer at him from the shadow it caused over her eyes.... "I did this.... My distraction over what has Antarmur'ss in such a pathetic state... I did this... by tearing down a beloved home and laying low a symbol of the zealot's love for his God... I did this... by losing my damn temper in battle... So Arshavir, how will you return the favor?" she'd quirk a brow at him, though he wouldn't be able to see it, he could view fully the sardonic smile upon her lips.... "I cannot continue like this... I need... to figure out what is wrong with my greatest Enemy, so I can bring back my own joy in battle..." she knew he thought there was nothing wrong with him... but, she knew... there had to be... "Tell me about this Fae..... thing you were talking of with him...." resting as he'd tend to her worst wounds. ::
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:14 am
Arshavir raised a brow as she would insist all these injuries were her fault. He would guess, by her speech and the claws marks in her gut that it was the demigod Ling, but he knew better than to press the matter and went about applying antiseptic to the cleaned wounds. "I know not much of her, per say, except that apparently one of Corrupter's own laid with her and got her with child. From what I have heard in whispered talks and rumors, is that Antarmur'ss broke off relations with her due to her supposed taint from the event. I do not know all the facts, unfortunately, just gossip, but Corrupter I am sure knows more, if it was indeed one of his own who did such a thing. But judging from Antar's reaction when I fought him, the suspicions are likely correct." It was part of why he'd egged him on, hoping his info was accurate. He was quite sure now, that it was.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:27 am
:: Growling low as Arsh would clean her wounds... it stung of course, but she merely gritted her teeth and bore it... "Who would have thought a moth would have claws like that hmm..." she'd turn her eyes away from Arsh... staring... thinking... Shuddering at the thought of a cursed laying with a Goddess... it was just... repugnant...but why would the Goddess allow it.... it was... "I am having a hard time believing that she would do so willingly... and one of his -followers-- Not a ..... something with more.... bite?..." she'd look back at Arsh, trying to wrap her mind around this. ::
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:37 am
Ah, so it was Ling. Perhaps the anger of the war and his own shrine and home being taken down had given the 'moth' the advantage. It could happen. He'd heard that a mere general had defeated Antar years ago, but then, they hadn't been around as long and were not as strong the, either. "Exactly, which is why I merely thought it rumor and not enough to pass on as factual information; I could not believe it myself, even with all the rumors coming from multiple sources. Having applied the antiseptic he applied more gauze and started wrapping the wounds as best he could -- he was no healer but field medicine was important for any warrior to learn.
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