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zeflamigo rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 11:12 pm
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02/20
0 DMG
Leeroi hit the mat with an impressive thud, and as his clouded vision slowly returned to him, the sight of Hemera made him melt. He wanted to kiss her. Not as some trick or joke, he wanted to grab her face and pull her in. He wanted to make up for that moment he missed earlier. Shaking and sweating under Hemera's pin, his body refused to let that happen.
Instead, he laid there, sputtering and blushing like an idiot, trying to say anything. "I... you-" Leeroi's face scrunched up, angry at himself, angry at Hemera for whatever reason. He was just... ******** you!" he bared his teeth, pulling at the foundations of Hemera's grip with his own shaky hands. He wasn't going to let himself lose this.
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Gl!tch~ rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 11:13 pm
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HP: 12/20
DMG: 5
Hemera held on, finding it easier than she had thought it would be. She pushed in more, getting close again. Leeroi's cuss was only expected, after his previous behavior over so much time. Volatile, inappropriate... And he was losing. Very clear now, since he seemed to have a hard time fighting back. Not so long ago, the roles had been completely reversed. The ball, finally, rolled into her court.
Now you can see how it feels.
She pulled off one of his hands and held it down, and if she wanted to make him stop struggling again...
Mera bit her lip. She had made plenty of terrible decisions today. Why not one more?
Already clearly having won the match, she cupped his head and went in for another kiss.
Pulling back, she mumbled, "You might be a total brute, but you have some pretty good methods..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 5:29 pm
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HP: 0/20
No! This wasn't what he wanted! He wasn't winning, he wasn't in control, and he didn't have any say in the matter. This wasn't fun. This was public embarrassment, this was rubbing dirt into the wounds of losing to a novice. Hemera's lips met unreceptive, scowling teeth.
"STOP IT! ******** STOP!" Leeroi barked, voice trembling with anger. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he shoved the tealblood off of him. He didn't make any move to attack her more than that. Instead, he sat in place with his head in his hands, fingernails pressing into his skin.
"TAKE YOUR WIN AND <******** OFF!" He yelled, just as adamant. Aside from trembling, he barely moved from his spot.
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