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Ollie wanted to be cool and calm about it, but instead the encouragement left him a little bit flustered, almost embarrassed. He didn't answer her, just grinned back and saluted her with his weapon. It wasn't a sharp salute, but it was adorable.

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10. Disrupted fight (3 toughness points)

Barked Silvermane in her mind, the daggers vibrating in her palms. Anna jumped back, vaulting over the creature with a grunt. She flipped them in her grip, blades pointing towards her elbows. She slashed forward , slicing through one of the vines and charged forward.

Yah worreh too much, Wolfeh, ah'll beh fine! she chastised him, ducking under another vine to slice at the ferns at the base of the plant. The leaf snapped off and fell behind her as she continued her pass.



Anna just laughed and shot forward again, enjoying this entirely too much.

[ Anna Toughness: 6/10 ]

Seated quietly in a corner of the pit, Yakov rolled his eyes at Hunter's words. He had been looking forward to returning to Deus after spending months out at one of the Sahara bases exploring the desert while fending off Horsemen attacks. What he certainly didn't expect to find upon his return, was every single thing in his room in the basement ruined by the water from the flooding when the hurricane occurred last week.

It had taken Yakov a few days to clean up his room and go over his belongings to determine if anything could be salvaged at all. By the time he was done, his room was about as empty as the day he moved into it when he woke up on Deus as a rookie hunter trainee. Which was fine really since nothing could be done when one was up against a force of nature such as a hurricane of that scale, but his mood had quickly soured the moment he got the messages about first the division meetings that all hunters were expected to attend and then the limited portal access to off island missions only due to the instability of the Yggdrasil system.

Great. Just ******** great. So he was going to have to ******** sleep on the ******** floor like a ******** prisoner until they ******** resolved that so that he could go out there and buy himself a ******** bed.

Alright. So Hunter and Shiv had decided that they needed to fight something to get out of the pit and this meeting eh? Getting up from his mat, he cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders as he started towards the cages to pick out his opponent.

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2 toughness points + 1 point for word count

< So... this is our aberration? >

James wasn't making any attempt at all to hide his amusement or suppress his laughter at the humongous orange carrot creature that was released from its cage. Yakov took a deep breath and sighed.

< Apparently so. Yes. There are trainees here James. I'm sure that Hunter and Shiv needed to make sure that these creatures can be handled by them as well in order for this to be fair. >

He attempted to rationalise, easily stepping to the side to avoid the creature that was charging at him while contemplating if this fight was worth the effort of summoning his incubus partner James for.

< Ooooh... let me at it! It's been a while since we had carrot juice. Besides, I heard that it's supposed to be good for your complexion! >

There was no point in trying to convince James otherwise whenever the incubus got all excited over something like that so Yakov went along with the demon's intent by summoning the falchion to his hand.

The carrot creature charged again, its actions driven by primal instincts without any strategic thought behind any of it. Not that Yakov expected it to have any. It was probably a product of one of the Life hunters' lab experiments or a vegetable that was warped by the amount of fear present at the island's perimeters.

"Let's just get this ******** thing over and done with James."

Yakov growled, obviously far from excited at having to deal with this assignment before he could leave the meeting to spend his time on something that was far more productive.

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5 Apex Creature
A normal apex pet, large as a horse but not quite as dangerous as the behemoth.
(2 toughness points + can choose option either side of what you roll in stage 2 )

Another day another meeting. There were so many damn meetings nowadays, especially after that ******** hurricane that hit them out of the blue. What happened to the shields that were supposed to protect the damn place. But okay, okay, she wasn't going to blame this all on Moon. But damn, can't everyone just do their damn jobs? Which for her, meant killing things dead as a Sun hunter.

Or at least, killing the dummies in the training area dead. She would have liked to spar like the rest, but she always found herself blown out of the arena way too easily. Curse her short height and light weight.

But you know, that wasn't the be all end all of being a hunter. She quite liked her division lead; she too, agreed that what mattered was winning. Well-aimed crotch punches did as much damage as the idiots swinging around their giant axes and swords.

Now then, what did they have here...

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41-50
A nearly hour long battle to the death or defeat, the enemy involved would define whether this was truly epic or truly pathetic, but the endurance is undeniable. (3 toughness points)

Yes. Thank you. She deserved applause for that one. The 42 minute long battle ended with the intermediate hunter emerging from the mud, flipping the rest of the unimpressed audience off as she climbed out of the pit. So what if she was caked in mud from head to toe-

Oh. Right. She didn't have any more extra clothes. Well. Whatever. She'd take a bath and do the laundry at the same time. And she wouldn't be the first to walk around naked along the hallways over here anyway.

2 + (2+1) + 3 = 8 toughness

Well. The Behemoth certainly WAS big. It was big and it was scaly, and it hissed and drooled a little. The thing towered over her as Lyra gulped as the fight began.

It wasn't that she was afraid, because she certainly wasn't. She knew she was a good fighter, but this thing was just.... so .... large. It could almost swallow her in one gulp. Even if it couldn't it felt like it could.

Twice she darted in, fast as she could to hit the beast - on blow landing on it's leg, the second on it's nose. It seemed the second hit did something to anger it as the beast bellowed, it's hot, stinky breath covering Lyra as a testament to it's rage. And then the beast coughed. Once, twice, three times. It hacked, and coughed and --

spilled the contents of it's stomach all over the floor of the pit in front of Lyra. The bile glowed a faint green, and some of it defiantly got on her clothes. Ew.

The beast swayed on it's feet, before upchucking again.

This...this wasn't how the fight was supposed to go. Lyra was sad.


4 + 0

[1/3]

Richard looked out into main body of the pit, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose with one hand while the other rested on the hilt of his shortsword. Long fingers absently toyed with the cording wrapped around the sword's hilt as Richard watched the others go in and out of the fighting area. Soon, it would be his turn, and he wasn't sure he was terribly looking forward to it. He glanced around, noting that there wasn't really much in the way of cover. Without a shield, he was going to have to hope that he was either fast enough to keep from getting hit or that his opponent wasn't very strong.

He preferred the first, obviously.

::I mean, as long as you do what we've been practicing, you should be good, y'know.::

He gave a snort of amusement in return. ::Okay, you say that now, but if my opponent catches me, I'm probably gonna go down.:: It was then his turn, and he made his way towards the hat with the papers in it. He rifled his hand around in the papers and drew one without looking. Once he had it in front of him, he did glance down, and... it looked like he was going to be matched up against another trainee. He sighed both outwardly and mentally. They looked a little greener than he did, at least? As far as if he was going to be fast enough, though... that was certainly unsure.

He wasn't really worried about killing his opponent, here. He would just have to make sure he didn't get killed, but... Richard was fairly certain that wasn't going to happen. Another trainee was hardly as fearsome as some of the opponents he could have ended up with. He offered a wave that was, sadly, not returned.

He didn't ask the sword at his side if the presence inside was ready, because of course the answer was "yes".