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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 12
Total: 24 (2-24)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 6:03 pm
Back on his feet, looking for all the world like he was a man already defeated, cold gaze somehow tired, stance more relaxed than what would be considered ready for an all out brawl. The other man had a point, this was just a friendly match, they were all on the same side, and there was really nothing to be ashamed of when it came to losing, at this point. Really, Finn had done his best. ...Or had he? The light swing of the hammer was almost entirely dodged and deflected as Finn's face turned into something much more stoic, his gaze flat. It was hard to say for sure, if his earlier seeming want for it all to end was just some kind of ruse, or if he just now was finding some deep inner strength, a second, and likely last, wind of sorts. Maybe he wanted the commentary on the sidelines to shut the ******** up. Or maybe he was just pissed off that this guy hadn't just ended it like Finn had ******** wanted him to, and was trying to show him now why he should have. He brought his lance up, and swung it down, hard, and then pushed it into a forward thrust. HP: 4 Damage: ......18 why now you idiot
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 6:48 pm
"That's more like it!" Came a familiar voice from the sidelines.
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 6:51 pm
The flat stare should have been a warning, but Jordan was taken almost entirely off guard by the intensity of the sudden attack. He'd relaxed too much, he realized as he hit the ground; he should have been taking this more seriously if he wanted to win. However, Finn hadn't pulled him off his feet when he'd gotten up, so that was worth something. Jordan rolled back to his feet, half-crouching and planting his boots to counterbalance Ferros's weight as he brought the hammer back up and around, pulling him into a long arc to gain a little speed and aiming for Finn's torso. HP: 7 Dmg: 7
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 8:37 pm
The feel of the hammer as it slammed against his chest was almost, if only just for a split second, one of relief, especially since he felt his shield shatter, the staggering blow sending him back several, stumbled feet, his shoulders sagging. And then the pain hit him, the ache that coursed out from repeated blows to his ribs and stomach, among the muscles that burned just from the physical exertion alone. "Well ******** done. Figured you had it in you to end it, after all." He said, a hand, now free of his lance which had desummoned the moment his shield had fell, coming up to rub against one of the more tender areas of his chest, which he could already tell was blooming a large bruise. "Good luck with the next round." He stated, while already digging into his jacket pocket for the pack of smokes that he had forgot to remove, which he now sincerely hoped hadn't been crushed during the fight.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 3:27 pm
As soon as he saw Finn's weapon desummon, Jordan straightened up and stepped back, desummoning Ferros as well. The weapon sighed wistfully as the heavy energy of the charge he'd been holding dissipated, but made no further complaint. "Good fight," Jordan said, nodding respectfully. "Thanks." He stretched and rubbed at his chest, still feeling echoes of the powerful jab Finn had landed. It had been a closer thing at the end than he'd entirely expected; he'd take that as a reminder not to let his guard down.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 8:22 pm
Finn didn't reply to the thanks. He was too busy pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket in a gentle and tender fashion, and wincing when he saw how squished the packaging had gotten. Sighing, he popped the top open anyways, and gazed inside. Not too much damage, a few were split and would have to be rolled again with new papers, and still others were a bit flattened, but they'd still serve just as well as if they hadn't been. He pulled one out and within seconds it was lit and dangling from between his lips. "You know, as much as I hate to say it, I feel like we should do this again sometime." Not because he enjoyed it, obviously, as was clear from his tone. "I could use some practice."
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2018 8:19 am
"I'm always up for a spar," Jordan answered. "Keeping in practice is a good thing. Feel free to text me, if I'm not on duty I'm likely to be around." He had things to keep busy with, but he kept time open daily for sparring and exercise.
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