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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 11:01 am
Dylon finally frowned. This kid was beyond hope. He dodged the little man's attack with hardly any effort, swiftly and smoothly. "That's a shame, buddy. The way you feel, and think. A real shame."
He knocked away Leslie's spear with his own blades.
"And by the way? You wish you could have a taste of my cooking."
HP: 32
Damage: 1
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 11:33 am
"What the ******** are you talking about?" Leslie snapped, parrying most of the attack and striking back, still nothing more than just a glancing blow. "Jesus christ, you're a full blown f** aren't you? You like frilly aprons too?" hp// 23 dmg// 2
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:04 pm
"Why are you so concerned about my likes and interests? I'm sure I should be flattered, but colour me not interested, pipsqueak." Dylon smirked, a smile that lacked any real amusement. Dylon actually did prefer the ladies, but it was really none of this kid's business who he bedded with.
He batted away the weapon again and followed through with a couple hard jabs to Leslie's chest.
HP: 30
Damage: 5
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:06 pm
Leslie grimaced, lip curled in disgust. (Because it was a disgusting trait: in anyone else, and especially in himself.) "Gross." He brought Aleria down again in a swipe, aiming for the shoulder. hp// 18 dmg// 4
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:28 pm
A hit to his shoulder hindered his next strike, the strength of it halved of what it could have been. Leslie was baffled into lip curling for now, and Dylon was okay with that. His smart little mouth needed to zip it. HP: 16 Damage: 3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:31 pm
It was clear to anyone that Leslie had an anger problem, and it became even more clear when he swiped at Dylon's legs with a renewed vigour. He grinned, but it had a nasty edge. "At least you're not ******** smiling any more." hp// 15 dmg// 8
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:53 pm
"Yeah. Mission accomplished." He hissed after a nasty hit to his legs. The sting of the attack burned some time after, mildly distracting him from the spar. He swiped a few more times at Leslie, the shorter man increasingly difficult to land a hit on.
<really gunna back down cause of that? Kick this little pup's a**!>>
Don't be hasty, Vahn. This is just a spar.
Vahn growled in irritation. Dylon relented. If he got hit anymore after this, he'd stop. A compromise. Vahn still wanted more.
HP: 8
Damage: 2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:55 pm
He laughed, abrupt and just as obnoxious as the teenaged boy he was, jabbing again at Dylon, whittling down his shield. Ours is low, too, youngling. Aleria's presence was chilled and still, perpetually coiled like a sleeping snake, a weight upon his shoulders. "Yeah. Feels ******** awesome." hp// 13 dmg// 4
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 1:05 pm
< >
Dylon was torn between his own senses, his pride, and the will of his weapon. He didn't like the idea of pushing his shield to a breaking point simply because there was a failsafe in place.
Besides, the little guttersnipe wasn't worth it.
"Well, congratulations. You got your way." He replied, dismissing Vahn, much to his discontent. "This spar is yours. Bask in your glory." He faked a bow for the boy, smirking one last time.
"Enjoy the rest of your day, sweetcakes." He grinned, winked, and sashayed off of the field.
HP: 4
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 1:17 pm
Leslie flipped Dylon's back the bird on both hands, letting his weapon shift back into a bracelet. "Yeah, b***h," he said, "walk."
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