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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:47 pm
"Aw," he made a face, half from the attacks and half from the statement, "don' e'en gimme tha', bruh. Yew sursly gonna getcha tail inna twist o'er some text like tha'?" Dawson of course was being a giant hypocrite, but that wasn't the point.
He caught Lex's foot and twisted his leg to the side to try and unbalance him.
"Tha' be like f'I got all up n' arms 'bout someon callin' me a fatass."
hp: 19
damage: 3
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 9:23 pm
Grunting in both pain and surprise, Lex twisted his entire torso to break Dawson's grip, setting them both of balance. "Sure got you out here trying to fight me, didn't it?" The taller man sneered as he called Dawson out on his bullshit. He would be smug if they weren't so damn evenly matched.
"Don't even see why you care, Daws. If a woman wants to bait me with a fight, I'm gonna take it. Talk s**t, get hit and all that."
HP: 17
DMG: 4
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 8:49 am
"Yeah, n' m'drunk!" Dawson pointed out with an appropriate sounding laugh afterwards. "N' ya shittalkin' my frens, tha's different. I'm jus' sayin' you oughta try bein' the better man sometime."
And speaking of getting hit, Lex was promptly football tackled via a shoulder slam. Congenial as he was getting now, Dawson still hadn't taken kindly to those insults.
hp: 15
damage: 6
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 4:01 pm
"Some friends you got." Lex grunted, struggling against Dawson's assault and finally rolling out from underneath the big lug, giving him a good kick to the ribs after scrambling to his feet. "Calling you a fatass and a slob. That's not encouraging at all."
Hp: 11
DMG: 5
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 9:07 pm
Dawson began to couch and clutched at one side, starting to feel his shield wavering. Syntyche of course was all fire and bright eyes, trifecta in encouragement to continue. She was enjoying him fighting on his own, even if she still craved Fear.
"Naw," he said with a wince, "naw, ain' like tha', son. S'hard t'splain. S'like a...uh...pet names. Ain' nothin' to it." He was a fatass and a slob sometimes and saw no insult in facts.
Rolling his shoulder, he went to grab Lex at the waist. If his hands were interrupted, though, it was going to whittle their battle down to a contest of wrassling.
hp: 10
damage: 3
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 6:05 pm
Lex gave Dawson the vocal equivalent of a shrug, and they indeed did wrassle. No more point to words or even trying to kickbox his way to victory - it had been too long. Now they were just going to have a good, old-fashioned hodown; or at least what Lex imagined those were.
His definition was probably very wrong.
They went to the floor again, Lex panting and sore, trying his damned best to stay afloat. Regal wouldn't be too thrilled if Lex lost a contest of strength, or anything. Royal, pompous a*****e that he was. Lex managed to thrash Dawson's body around a little, grunting as he did so.
HP: 8
DMG: 6
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