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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 54 (1-100)
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 2:03 pm
 Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 4
(10-10=1. 100-1=99% Chance)
It hit him like a train, the idea that he might actually be enjoying this fight. That wasn't possible was it? His body and mind were practically designed for combat, and in combat there was no place for enjoyment or emotion in general as far as Dal'Mori was considered. Yet, some primal part of him found itself not only enjoying, but liking this single combat, even against this monster which held a strong resemblance to the creature that attacked his home. If it were a bit more gorilla, less horns, add red stripes and yellow eyes that is.
As the beastie grabbed him once more, one would be able to notice his left eye twitch slightly. The only indication that he felt anything about the action, the only indicator that he was even reacting. His mind made it easy to subdue emotion during combat, making only things relevant available such as adrenaline, or in some extreme cases fear.
For some reason, this monster had managed something no other before had. This thing, this beast had managed to break through the gift of his mind and body and made him feel something. It was unheard of! Ludicrous! If he weren't in the midst of combat, he might question his own mental health.
Whether it be the combination of everything that had happened, or the mental strain finally reaching a breaking point, the point remained that there was now anger lurking behind the eyes of Dal'Mori. It didn't overtake him, like some would imagine feeling the kind of fury this warrior deserved to feel. It didn't slam into him like a tidal wave, and wash him away in its addictive qualities. However, it did do something, something terrible and at the same time terrifying.
The attack came, with a straight forwardness that Dal'Mori almost found enticing. To be able to forgo finesse? To be able to let go of training and just go in for the kill? Oh, how wonderful that must be. The fighter didn't even grant the attack the time of day, merely stepping just outside of it's path. If it weren't for the almost complete lack of emotion, he might have even enjoyed the breeze that followed the rushing creature's movements.
As it stands now, though, he felt two things. Anger, and the usual need to fight. His body snapped into action all but immediately following the attack from the monster. His body moved with a previously absent ferocity, a sort of straightforwardness like the Code itself had just demonstrated, yet still holding on to some of the finesse Dal'Mori obviously used in his combat style. He was no longer going for pinpoint precise hits, instead going for attacks that would be damaging if they landed. A swift stab towards it's chest, a long swipe at it's face. These two attacks were monstrous, the sound of displaced air following behind it in it's wake, giving away the sheer strength he was pushing into it. Giving away that he was now feeling something despite his originally controlled approach to this fight.
What followed next, however, was a sight to behold. As soon as the attack towards it's face was through, he planted the spear tip of his weapon into the ground, and pulled himself up his own weapon with an expert flip of his own body, using naught but his own upper body strength and knowledge of movement to make the action one fluid motion. This motion continued into him, using the momentum of pulling himself up his own weapon to push himself up into a half flip, while pulling the weapon out of the ground. The end result? He was in midair, holding his weapon above his head.
The gravity took hold of him, and it pulled him down towards the earth, allowing him to bring the length of his Bo down in what would be a devastating blow should it land. Dal'Mori threw his whole self into this attack, using every bit of his knowledge and ability to put as much into this attack was was possible, making it all the more evident he was starting to be affected by the thoughts still rampaging through his mind.
In the distance, thunder rumbled as the sky slowly started to darken around them.
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 15 Defense: 10 Line Count: 588
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BlankCaption rolled 3 100-sided dice:
79, 70, 33
Total: 182 (3-300)
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 3:29 pm
 Turn 515 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-15% Due to Stamina = 80% Defence chance)Quote: Vault BusterB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140 Skill: 8 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 Tactical Advantage:Power house: Your blows are devastating, leaving foes shaken and weak. Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 2 Defense for the duration of the fight. 633 OOC: I loved your use of pathetic fallacy in the last sentence there, by the way. It was very well executed. ^__^
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
96
Total: 96 (1-100)
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 4:10 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 5
(10-10=1. 100-1=99% Chance)(-15% Due to Stamina = 84% Chance.) ((10 x 5 = 50) - ( 8 x 3 = 24) = 26 Damage)
Pain. Unyielding, unforgiving pain was all he felt. First he had been batted out of the sky like some bug, planted firmly into the ground like he was naught more than an annoyance. What followed next left him seeing stars. The beast charged again, but instead of going for something straight forward, it leaped into the air and slammed its full weight down on him like a blow from the heavens themselves.
It left him reeling, almost dizzy. Being that he was not one who fought in the front lines, he was not used to taking the full force of the damage these things could deal out, thus he was rather surprised to find himself feeling weak, shaken almost. It was, no doubt about it, a devastating hit.
There was a brief moment of clarity when his mind brought to light the fact that this monster had now taken two of the very combat based maneuvers Dal'Mori himself had used, and that he should probably stop giving it ideas.
However, instead of feeling down and out, the anger in his chest intensified, and though he wasn't too clear on the details, having been left with not much of his mind in perfect functioning condition, he managed to separate himself from the beast. If he had to guess, it would have probably been when it got up to check and see if it managed to kill him. His body would have acted on instinct, and moved itself the hell out of range so he could reorganize his scrambled thoughts, and bring himself back to the fight.
It was a large fire by this point. The anger that bled through his veins. Not only was this thing reminding him of the monster that had destroyed his life, but now it was basically man handling him! He would not stand for this anymore! With almost a snap, that would have left a person with whiplash, his mind came into focus and everything was sharp and clear once more. His eyes now held the very same fire in his veins, as he glared at the creature. That primal part of himself slowly overriding whatever it was that allowed him to function on such a high level in combat, and leaving in it's wake a beast no better than the one who stood before him.
Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating everything for a brief moment, enough for them both to see perfectly clear...
And then came the attack. Dal'Mori was not yet completely overcome, so there was still some semblance of control in his motions, but it was clear as this fight ran on, he was losing the ability to control himself. Who could blame him? He was being tossed around like he was nothing... Again. The last time he was forced to watch his family and home die.
This time he could do something about it, and all the anger, all the depression, all the sadness was now flowing through the cracks in his mental armor, and it drove him forward with a reckless abandon. Ignoring the pain in his chest and the headache in his mind, he charged forward with a battle cry.
His weapon came flying from the right, barely a blur with how much effort he threw into the attack. The envy he felt earlier now unnecessary, as he fought with the same straightforwardness as the beast, his attacks as obvious as if he had screamed them out before going for them. However... Just because you can see the bull charging for you, does it really mean you can stop it?
Being that the attack was from maximum range, he was able to pull it back and hurl it with a deadly level of accuracy towards the beast, aiming to kill it as it had just done but moments before. That was not the end of it, as Dal'Mori himself rocketed forward behind it, launching an attack with his bare fist right towards the monster's face.
Ordinarily, Dal'Mori would never even think of using himself as a weapon, but with the accumulated trauma he had to deal with, tied in with the rage he was experiencing for the first time in his life, and the fact that his usual wall that blocked emotion from interfering in combat was gone, left him decidedly without rationality. Thus, the brute like style of assault.
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 174/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 15 Defense: 10 (-2 = 8 ) Line Count: 677
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BlankCaption rolled 3 100-sided dice:
3, 86, 42
Total: 131 (3-300)
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 4:48 pm
Turn 615 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-15% Due to Stamina = 80% Defence chance)FAILED! 75 - 30 = 45 Damage The Vault Buster continued to watch the man's every movement, waiting for his strikes and preparing himself for the man's calculated combat maneuvers. However, as he continued to fight against this warrior, the man seemed to be shifting. Changing from a calm, swift, precise warrior, to a raging bull. He seemed to fuel his body with the anger that coursed through his veins, and the angrier the Vault Buster's opponent got, the more ferocious and empowered his attacks became as well. At the very least, however, the Vault Buster was rewarded with the impact as it slammed into the ground, landing atop the man and crushing the wind out of him for sure. The warrior rolled out of the way of the Vault Buster after the impact, putting distance between them, but the Buster could see the agony on his face clearly. The body slam had hurt him, and that was all that mattered. However, as the man moved back in to attack, his strikes had become even more dangerous than before. The first strike came with incredible speed, but the Vault Buster had been able to read the man's movements as clear as day. The only downside to upfront attacks was that though they could hold incredible power, they were also very obvious. If your opponent was skilled enough, a power shot like that would almost never land. The Buster slammed its hand into the ground and pulled up a chunk of earth, slamming his hand open-palmed full of dirt into the strike so that the clod of earth would absorb some of the impact from the man's attack, and it wouldn't cripple his hand. But as the man hopped back, the Vault Buster was completely unprepared for him to relinquish his weapon. The spear seemed to be a part of him, if anything, and a man would not usually tear off an arm in order to beat his enemies with it. But, lo and behold, the man still hurled his spear at him at incredible speeds, and there was nothing the Vault Buster could do to stop it. It moved to the side to avoid having a vital point struck, but the spear still rocketed through the core's shoulder and it roared out in pain. As the man flew in behind it, the Buster bellowed out in anger once again and instead of attempting to swat him from the air, the Vault Buster was going to try something a little different. It reached up and ripped the spear out of its shoulder, as if it were nothing. Pushing it through the other side and then, as Dal'Mori flew in toward him the Vault Buster hurled the spear right back at him, hoping to impale him while he was attempting to come towards the Buster. He would either have to abandon the attack and avoid the strike, or he would be hit and it would stop it. Either way, the punch would not reach the Vault Buster's face.Quote: Vault BusterB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 95/140 Skill: 8 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 Tactical Advantage:Power house: Your blows are devastating, leaving foes shaken and weak. Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 2 Defense for the duration of the fight. 731 OOC: It is when the weather mimics the emotional state of the character that is being written. ^__^ Sorry, I am a writer by nature, and I like the way you write very much. =] Sorry my posts are so lack-lustre. When it comes to writing so many battle posts for so many creatures all at once they get a little monotonous. =P
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-100)
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 1:55 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 6
(10-8=2. 100-2=98% Chance)(-15% Due to Stamina = 83% Chance.)
He wondered briefly if the monster had the mental capacity to feel stupid. He wondered if they had the mental capacity to feel anything. Being able to react quickly is how he was able to combat them so capably, given that he was not that able to read them in terms of body movements. Unlike the human species, these things did not have a uniform look. They did not have similar muscle systems, they did not follow a single style of combat. In fact, there were several types of these things that didn't even look organic.
So, with that in mind, he really had to wonder if these things could feel anything at all, let alone how stupid this monster should be feeling.
It was true, his mind was fogged thoroughly with anger and hate. It was true, sadness and agony were some of the primary things he was dealing with right now. However, he felt it as soon as it happened. The sheer wrongness of his weapon being gone, the ridiculous notion of using himself as a weapon. He vowed in that moment, to never let this happen again. He would find a way to deal with his emotions, so there was never a moment in his future where he found himself without his weapon again.
Which brings him around back to his main point of how stupid the monster should feel.
It took his weapon, which had landed beautifully in the flesh of the beastie he found himself in mortal combat with, and instead of chucking it to the side, leaving Dal'Mori weaponless, it decided to be kind and throw it back. Sure, it was in the guise of being an attack, but that was neither here nor there. His weapon was flying right at him, and his feelings were amplifying the effects of his adrenaline, which seemed to slow down his perception of time. His body shifted just enough, the blade leaving a small scratch on the side of his face, as his arm snapped up as fast one had to be staring at it to have known it had moved at all, instead of just appearing on the hilt of the weapon.
Lightning flashed across the sky once more, and the area grow darker still. Within a few moments it would be the equal of nightfall.
Once the blinding flash of light cleared, the monster would see Dal'Mori. Standing like a statue in the road, his weapon held at the ready, a burning glare set upon the monster.
Another flash of lightning. It seemed that there would be a storm soon.
It had not only turned his weapon on its wielder, but it had made it draw said wielders own blood. Dal'Mori wasn't sure when it happened, but the calm he felt at the start of the fight was in splinters. Barely a fraction of what it had once been, and for some reason it seemed far outside of his grasp.
That didn't stop him though. He knew he would get hurt again in this fight. He knew that he wasn't fighting at a hundred percent. Above all, he knew he would survive. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else even registered at this point. It was himself, and this monster, and a fight to the death. No more fancy movements, no more deceitful attacks, no more special maneuvers. It was one on one, and in the end only one could stand the victor.
A flash of lightning, followed by a deep rumble of thunder.
He flashed forward, driven to the new heights he had reached in this fight by the emotions running through his body. The pain in his chest and the sting on his cheek reminding him that this was for real. This was for keeps.
The attacks that followed were swift, but no less obvious as before. He lost the control from earlier, but was now making up for it in ferocity. He would win by the most primal of things, the need to survive. He swung his weapon in a sweeping motion, blade out first towards the beast, just looking to land a blow, not aiming for anything in particular. It continued on, wrapping his arm around his side, allowing him to snap it back around quickly, slashing at the monster again. This time he spun his whole body with the end motions of the attack, to bring the butt end of his weapon around into a fierce jab, attempting once more to go for a finishing blow, or at the very least some debilitating damage in the area of his chest.
He would win. For his family. For his home. For himself. It didn't matter.
He would win if it killed him.
Lightning slammed into the ground nearby, followed by thunder unleashing a growl that shuddered the very earth at their feet.
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 174/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 15 Defense: 10 (-2 = 8 ) Line Count: 823 Raven62 Learn something new everyday. That's cool, I didn't even know there was a term for it. ^-^ I can understand, and am even just fine with the lack of luster. I understand how monotonous it can become. I do look forward to seeing how you rp when not doing a whole bunch of similar combat scenarios. ^-^ I fee like I might be getting carried away with my combat posts.. If I am, please let me know. I do not want to take advantage of combat lines.
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Kisame Hoshigaki sama rolled 4 100-sided dice:
60, 48, 50, 91
Total: 249 (4-400)
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 3:57 pm
 Rachel CaldwellThe swing had missed, but also served it purpose if making the Booster Drone move away from Rachel and her sister. This small victory was shorted lived however as the robot made a large ark in the air and came hurtling towards Rachel at full speed. Just barely noticing the attack in time the frightened girl just narrowly dodged the collision by falling backwards and bumping her head against the earth below her. Rachel felt the rush of air against her gave as she narrowly avoided to first attack. Coming around again the drone was slightly more predictable in its next attacks. Rolling as quickly as she could to safety the electricity from the drone left two smoking holes of blackened earth to the woman's left. Scrambling to her feet before the robots final pass Rachel clutched so hard to her pipe her knuckles turned white. This thing was fast, how could she hope to keep avoiding it like this? As another attempt to cry for help died before it reached her lips the the drone was upon her. With her heart thumping up in her throat Rachel opened her mouth again and screamed, closing her eyes as she swung at the machine again in a wide ark. As luck would have it the young woman's head moved to the side with her swing, leaving just a few strands of ebony hair in the path of the A.I.'s arm as she swung at it like a baseball batter. Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 140/140 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 5 [--] Strength: 8 [--] Defence: 30 [--] Ooc: it's fine, Rachel's pretty lively, nothing short of a 100 is going to hit her. She may not be good at hitting you back, but she sure can avoid taking a hit.
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Dice Black rolled 3 100-sided dice:
9, 75, 7
Total: 91 (3-300)
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 5:11 pm
 Turn 6The Royal Guard had seen the raised eyebrow when it had said that the look did not suite her. Talking was working well for some reason, maybe because there were not the normal sounds in the dream it was so used to processing out in the real world. Had the the Royal Guard been in containment for that long? Surely not. The ever so slight p***k the girl had managed to give it was an annoyance and enough to fuel what rage it could feel to take her out itself. As it had let her attack bounce off of it and she had gone skidding through the room the Royal Guard kept it's watchful eyes on her moves. She had gotten through it's defenses once, and sometimes that was all it would take. As it brought down it's arm in one hell of a b***h slap it knew it had her. Though, she was able to keep the blades from sinking down deep into her skull and they ripped into her arms. A hit. Finally. The young woman was bleeding and the Royal Guard was more than sure she was fearing it much more now, as she should be. Hearing the hiss let it know the woman was feeling pain and it gloated slightly as it watched her switch hands. It would have much rather crushed her bones but the strike would do for now. As Sarah charged the Royal Guard it stood still letting her think for a moment she was going to get a strike on it. The Guard was too amped up for her to be able to hit it this time and it chuckled deeply at her. As the first swing came, “One miss,” then the second, “ Two miss,” and then the third, “Three miss,” It counted out loud to her mocking her even more. As the third swing had finished and the Guard was no longer prancing about to dodge it's heavy arm came about to knock her away a few steps. Then its took one large stride of it's own and made a fist that came rocketing towards her back. “No more Miss,” Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 170/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 544 OOC: It's taunting her..... xd
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Dice Black rolled 1 100-sided dice:
46
Total: 46 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 6:37 pm
 Turn 38-5 = 3 (100-3= 97%)MISSED The Battle Drone knew this little girl was playing games and itself was more adept to battle than she was. How someone so weak was going to fight for the world the drone had no idea, and it was more of a thinker than some of its counter parts. It thought well enough to be able to make them more efficient in a fight. As it had swooped down the attack had missed but the little girl was still thrown to the ground. There was no grace in her steps, and no thought in her movements. Pure reaction, which could be effective but she even seemed in short supply of that. The electrical pulses missed her as well and the Drone knew it was too early in the game to get frustrated, she would slip up soon enough and it would get it's time then. As it charged her and went after with its small arm she managed to move aside but the drone easily saw the pipe come swinging again. It was not the weapon for her it seemed, too heavy and long the Drone thought as it flew forward to avoid the strike. Just as the metal pipe went by centimeters from it's electrical pads it gave a high charged shock for its first attack wanting it to make her hands useless. Turning quickly the Drone went for another jab to her face wanting to grab her skin and pull it off if it could. Then it once more shot out two arcs of electricity towards her back wanting to completely paralyze her if it could before hovering backwards trying to get away from any attack she might come back with. Quote: Booster DroneB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 100/100 Skill: 10 Strength: 15 Defense: 5 Tactical Advantage:Supporter: You are skilled at increasing the all-around combat abilities of your allies. Anyone that happens to be fighting by your side in combat gains +2 to all stats, as well as +5% towards Defensive chances. 330 OOC:
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Zenko Kaze rolled 1 100-sided dice:
46
Total: 46 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 8:47 am
 Sarah Hartwell 13 - 15 = -2 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99%) - 15% (Stam rule) = 84%Turn 6۩…………………………………………………………………۩ Sarah barely gave her arms a glance. She couldn't bring herself to look at the injury. She was already scared and she wasn't sure what seeing the injury would do to her. She did feel the blood start to slide down her arm, very likely being absorbed into the cloth of her sleeves. The music around them wasn't as well played. Her mother was hitting wrong notes, like one did when they were very nervous on stage. But her mother was never that nervous, not in a very long time. Then again that wasn't her mother, not her real mother. It was her dream. But it felt real. She felt her breath become heavy like when she was training as she charged toward the Royal Guard. He just stood there as she charged at it. She wasn't sure what it was doing. It surely wasn't giving up, it landed a hit on her, perhaps it was having a glitch. As she swung she heard it as it counted her attacks that missed. She took in deep breathes as she felt her anger coming up. Don't give into anger, you'll mess ss up. She told herself, she quickly ducked, letting out a breath as she felt the air move over her as the Guard's arm went over her. She quickly stood up from her crouch, swinging her sword up towards it arm then making a few more slashes before taking a step back so she could see it's next attack in time. ۩…………………………………………………………………۩Outfit: Clothes JacketLine Count: 570 OOC: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 180/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 10 Defense: 15
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BlankCaption rolled 3 100-sided dice:
97, 98, 65
Total: 260 (3-300)
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 6:16 pm
Turn 715 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-15% Due to Stamina = 80% Defence chance)FAILED! x2 75 - 30 = 45 Damage (x2 = 90 Damage) The Vault Buster had hoped that he would be able to turn the man's own weapon against him, and it had seemed like a very good idea at the time. But as it hurled the weapon, and it left its hand, the Vault Buster immediately regretted the action. It had gotten caught up in the battle, and it had just thrown the weapon of its enemy back to it. It had just given the enemy the means to kill it, without even meaning to. It could have turned around and hurled the spear away as far as it could, but no, it had stupidly tried to use the weapon against him instead, and it would pay the price for it. The man snatched the weapon out of the air as he was rocketing towards him, and the skilful grab was executed so perfectly that you almost couldn't see the man's arm moving. However, the Vault Buster saw it move, and it gave it all the more time to smack itself in the a** for what it had just done. After the attack had been avoided, the man blasted into action, and the Vault Buster found itself so clouded by its thoughts of stupidity that it was slow to react to the man's vicious assault. The spear tip came ripping forward and it raised an arm against it, but the spear slashed through the limb, cutting so deep that it chipped across the core's bone. The second attack was so fast after the first that the Vault Buster almost wasn't aware that it was even happening. The second came flashing back the opposite way of the first attack, and this time it tore through the same limb, but severed the arm completely. The Vault Buster roared out in agony, and a** the spear butt came in for the final strike, the near-dead core lashed out with its one large arm and it grabbed the shaft of the spear and stopped the incoming strike, pushing the attack to the side to deflect it away from itself as it woozily stumbled to the side. The core was still gripping on to life, somehow. The blood poured from its severed limb, but it would not stop. It would not give up. It blasted forward, determination in its eyes as it slammed its good fist down towards Dal'Mori. It would kill this man if it was the last thing it did...and if it did not, it would at least make it a battle to remember.Quote: Vault BusterB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 5/140 Skill: 8 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 Tactical Advantage:Power house: Your blows are devastating, leaving foes shaken and weak. Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 2 Defense for the duration of the fight. 865 OOC:
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Kisame Hoshigaki sama rolled 4 100-sided dice:
14, 79, 50, 78
Total: 221 (4-400)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 3:13 am
Rachel Caldwell
Turn 4 15 - 30 = -15 (100 - 1 = 99% chance) 4 MISSESThis fight seemed hopeless. As her swing missed again Rachel knew that he couldn't keep fighting this drone like Matthew would. She just didn't have the strength for it. As if reading her thoughts the drone sent a shock out at her hands. Though it missed her flesh it did electrify the pipe she held. With a scream more from shock than anything the girl dropped the weapon just as the A.I. lashed out again. Seeing the mechanical arm come towards her face Rachel dove off to the side. She hit the ground hard but managed to roll over her shoulders to end her dodge in a crouched position. This was hopeless! Rachel wasn't a fighter, she knew this. This cold calculating robot was a killing machine. All the while she just kept wondering were was her brother and why could she not call out to him? As the drone finished its attacks with her well out of range Rachel suddenly realized she was defenseless. Not that the pipe had done her any good to begin with, it was heavy and awkward and the girl couldn't swing it all that well. She was pretty much useless on a fight, and now her only means of defense was now lost, laying below the beast she was fighting. Desperate, Rachel looked around for anything, anything at all she could use to defend herself. All that lay around her were wild flowers and bits of junk. As the bit began to float in her direction again the black haired girl grabbed the nearest item to her, an old rusty gear the size of a frisbee, and hurled the object as such at her attacker. The disk flew true and straight, and Rachel hoped that maybe, just maybe it would hit its target and fend off the killer robot. Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 140/140 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 5 [--] Strength: 8 [--] Defence: 30 [--] LINES: 362
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Dice Black rolled 3 100-sided dice:
18, 91, 43
Total: 152 (3-300)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 5:53 pm
Turn 7 10-15= 1 (100-1= 99 -5%= 94 - 15 (stam rule)= 79% to dodge) FAILED x1 50- 40 = 10(defense can only block 80%) The Royal Guard knew it was being cocky with counting her misses but it could tell that speaking to her was throwing her off slightly. It tried to hit her once more but she was too quick even with the extent of the battle and how long it was lasting. The Royal Guard knew something more was going on in her mind as the sounds that were present were beginning to falter but there still was something so off by the sounds in her mind. As she ducked the Guard let out a “Tsk” in a disappointing tone and continued to have it's feet planted as she stood and swung her sword up which the Royal Guard moved back enough for the strike to go sailing by but the Guard felt the sharp blade cut into it's chest piece as it had come back down. The A.I. Let out a roar angry she had been able to catch it once more. “Pest!” It yelled loudly at her and let her last strike bounce off it's armor as it reached out for her throat wanting to crush her throat heavily. Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 160/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 593 OOC: Woot landed another hit! Sorry for the shorter post/crappy writing juices just don't seem to be flowing right now x.x I'll make up for it next post promise!
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Dice Black rolled 1 100-sided dice:
97
Total: 97 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 3:02 pm
Turn 48-5 = 3 (100-3= 97%) The Drone had hoped the shock to the young girls hands would make her drop the damned pole. Sure she was no good at using it but it was large enough to do some damage, and hopefully it had discouraged her. It would be so disgusted with itself if it let this weak human have control over it and use it to her bidding. It knew it was weakened itself but surely not enough to fall to this weakling. The scream that escaped her lips gave the Drone joy knowing it was terrorizing her as it continued it's assault, though she was still managing to dodge it. It hovered above the ground as the girl stood there continuing her dumb founded look filled with shock and panic. She could not even seem to get a grip on herself to try and fight the Drone. It chuckled slightly in beeps and electronic noises as it slowly went towards her curious what she would do to try and stop it. Watching her bend down and pick up the old gear the Drone weaved slightly as it continued its slow crawl towards her. However it was not expecting the damn junk to come sailing through the air so expertly. As the heavy gear that could have dome some actual damage came flying through the air the Drone put a heavy pulse to it's right pads going sideways in just enough time to dodge the gear enough so it only scratched its outer casing and continued on past. Now the girl had gotten close in her attempt to damage the Drone and it would not let her have that chance again if it could help it. It's red 'eye' glowed even more as it's intent to decommission her completely strengthened. It now zipped through the air towards her and attempted to tangle it's hands in her hair so she could not get away. As it charged it sent out another shock wave towards her and tried to move with her so that it could keep hold of her hair and went to press it's pads on her head three times wanting to have the girl's brain scrambled even more. Quote: Booster DroneB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 100/100 Skill: 10 Strength: 15 Defense: 5 Tactical Advantage:Supporter: You are skilled at increasing the all-around combat abilities of your allies. Anyone that happens to be fighting by your side in combat gains +2 to all stats, as well as +5% towards Defensive chances. 400 OOC: Are you still on vaca? And dont forget turn five the stamina rule comes into effect so there is a -15 to chance to dodge.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 5:25 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 7
(10-8=2. 100-2=98% Chance)(-15% Due to Stamina = 83% Chance.)
There was no satisfaction at the fact that his main goal from earlier had been realized. There was no joy in the fact that this likely meant that he was almost done. There wasn't even any pride in the fact he was taking on a monster alone, that would have taken a group of ten or more in his village.
There was only rage and loss.
Flashes of his family, friends being slaughtered ran rampant through his mind. Images ingrained into his mind of his home burning to the ground, being trampled and destroyed bringing themselves to the front of his thoughts. It was safe to say, that after over a week of a complete lack of anything, he was finally starting to react to the pain that held his heart like an iron grip. It was finally starting to take it's toll. One might even say it couldn't have happened at a more opportune moment.
Being a man normally of peace and calm, it had never occurred to him that perhaps combat was more than just keeping his village safe. It never occurred to him that maybe, just maybe combat was a release. The unnatural calm that took over him made him blind to this fact, but as he stood now, angry beyond anything he had ever felt before, taking in the sight of his weapon rending the limb from the monster's body, he realized that he was designed for this.
All that he was meant for was combat, all that he was ever going to do with his life was kill. That was what he was born for.
With that thought the world around them was subject to a terrible shattering sound. The village went from the quiet and nice scene it had been in his memory, to the burning ruins it had turned into. Fire sprang up around them, buildings that were on the edge started to fall over with cracks and thuds.
All of this was lost on Dal'Mori. He was now feeling the full effect of the loss of his village, and the only thing he could see was the monster before him as it threw an attack at him. He stepped to the side of the attack, like earlier in the fight, except instead of turning and waiting for the monster to reorient itself, he immediately went on the offensive. The second the attack passed by him, he slammed the butt of his weapon forward.
That was swiftly followed by him spinning it around and stabbing it forward, spear tip first. Both of these attacks were at the monster's back. Ordinarily, Dal'Mori would want his opponent to see their death coming. An honorable fight was head to head, looking their opponents in the eye. He had left behind the notion of honor when he lost most of his control. He had completely foregone all notions of what he had convinced himself was fair combat.
This beastie reminded him strongly of the monster that had attacked his home, and held him hostage as he was tortured with the sight of the death of everything he cared about. With a roar of pure rage, and thrust his spear forward once more, pushing every ounce of strength into the attack. He knew he was starting to run out of gas, but at this point, he couldn't be bothered to care.
Lightning cracked once more, and the nearby fires started to sizzle lightly.
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 174/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 15 Defense: 10 (-2 = 8 ) Line Count: 925
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Zenko Kaze rolled 1 100-sided dice:
35
Total: 35 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 6:32 pm
Sarah Hartwell 13 - 15 = -2 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99%) - 15% (Stam rule) = 84%Turn 7۩…………………………………………………………………۩ Sarah felt a slight victory tug at her as she felt her sword make contact with something damaging instead of bouncing off his armor again. That was progress. She hear it make some kind of sound, a sound she almost recognized that her ex-fiance made when he was terribly annoyed by something, mostly her. Sarah glanced at the guard, glad she had stepped back as she saw it reach for her throat. She swung her sword up, pushing its arm away from its path. She kept forward again and swung toward it's throat. It called her a pest again. A pest! She wasn't a bug. Since it decided to have a body similar to a human's, perhaps it functioned the same. She hoped to hit its throat, cutting off it's vocal cords. She wondered how it feel if it couldn't speak to her again. She made another swing toward it's throat for good measure before making a stab down toward its leg. She was close, she knew that, but all she had right now was her sword. The rest of her weapons were somewhere else and she didn't feel she had time to try and change the sword. She would more likely mess up somehow, turning her sword into a flower or something, rather than one of her other weapons. ۩…………………………………………………………………۩Outfit: Clothes JacketLine Count: 617 OOC: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 180/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 10 Defense: 15
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