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Rishima Post 17

Rishi's HP: 36.25/49

Rishi Attacks Alk Mob

Rishi needs a 18 to hit.

Rolled: 16 ( +15 ) = 31, hits

Dmg: 14 ( +15 )/2 = 14.5 to the Alk Mob

Rishima's antennae gave a rapid twitch as he turned to glance toward the Matron, a look on his face that was a bit surprised. Wait, what? Taking a couple steps forward he called out, "What do you mean by 'another batch', Matron?" What was she talking about? Was there another group that had disappointed her? Who was the group that had disappointed her? Where were they now? Why was she not calling their sisters back to her when they were injured instead of mocking them to continue forward with the battle? Such things was just going to cause more of their sisters to be injured and killed!

Lifting his spear he set to fighting off those who were in fact encouraged by her heckling. They shouldn't be dealing with someone like that, definitely shouldn't be lead by someone like that... which made him wonder what was going on between the Matron and Aselia. He'd been lead to believe that the one leading the extremists was Aselia, that she was bringing them to Sauti to take it over, when it was starting to appear as though that wasn't the case. Was the Matron completely in charge? What if she was picking the fight when Aselia just wanted to go see the firebirds?

The idea that the Matron might be manipulating his sisters was infuriating, and had him wanting nothing more then to take a swing at the older woman despite the great difference in their rank.

Saraf Post 15

Saraf's HP: 3.25/28

Saraf will Attempt to Dodge.

3 + 6 = 9, full dmg and is forced to retreat (*pats him on the head*)

Saraf did his best to keep up with those who were coming at him, their weapons coming at him, getting a few more injuries here and there. It was something that he could shrug off... until one of the wounds left behind on his forehead made the blood flow down into his good eye, forcing him to close it. The moment that he did that the world was plunged into the fuzzy world of silhouettes that he saw through his injured eye. He shook his head rapidly, one hand rubbing at his good eye, trying to clear it of the blood... but without much luck.

Giving a bunch of curses he turned toward Nuri and said, "I hate having to say this, Nuri... but I need to fall back, I can't..." He trailed off, seemed to think about it, then said, "I need to go to the healer's tent and get this wound wrapped, I will return if I can." He wasn't sure if he'd be able to actually come back, not when it was losing a bit more blood. Especially when all of the blood seemed to want to go right into his eyes just to make his life that much more difficult.

Upon getting to the healer's tent, still unable to see all that well, he demanded attention in his usual, curt way from the closest healer to him after heading inside, plopping down on the floor when he found himself unable to really stay on his feet any longer.

Winta || Post Six || Dexurn || Rogue

Winta felt pretty bad, despite how she may seem, to make the boy jump when she patted him on the back. Did she do it too hard? Or did she startle him? Winta made sure to mentally note that she probably shouldn't do it again just in case she caused him to cut himself with the blade. "Yeah, from Tale." She clarified. "Where are you from? What's it like there?" She asked excitedly. At his next response she laughed a little and smiled. "Thanks. Not everyone is like me? But I think most are pretty friendly." Winta nodded. That was a fair statement. Her grandmother Zoan? Well that old woman had gotten better after her trouble in Sauti before and after the Oban war but, their peaceful relationship was too new to really speak on yet.

Chimelu || Post Five || Nuawahn, Tahira || "Attacking" mob || Prentice

Chimelu watched as there was a shift in the crowd attacking them. Had something happened? All of a sudden they seemed more vigorous than before, which was not a good sign to him. That just meant they were going to come even harder at them and allowing himself to look around for a moment he saw there were fewer troops than before on his side. This was not good. Of course there were a lot less on their side too.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, and let an arrow fly. That's what he kept himself busy doing while Tahira took care of Nuawahn. If he could just give them enough cover to head back to a healing tent then they would be okay. Nuawahn was not handling this well and he needed to be back where someone could see to him. That wound wasn't pretty either. At least it was mostly wrapped.

His train of thought was stopped when a woman with a spear came charging toward him. His eyes widened slightly before he fired a couple arrows towards her. However, she was quick and managed to evade them until she too close to shoot. What was he going to do? It was like time slowed for a second as the top part of his shoulder allowed the tip to run through it. When the shaft was running up against his shoulder, Chimelu charged at the woman and knocked her onto her back. Chimelu fell on top of her with his bow pushing down on her windpipe as he held her spear hand down with his foot. When she passed out from lack of oxygen Chimelu lifted his bow and made sure she was still alive. Things were getting bad for her side so it meant that soon this would be over. She could go home.

Chimelu inhaled a few times before getting up off her and heading back over to the small group he felt protective of. "Are you two okay?" He asked, out of breath. His blue eyes looked them over quickly before he focused his attention on the wound on his left shoulder. Thankfully the wound he suffered wasn't a puncture wound, but a clear cut. Would it scar? He wasn't too sure but it hurt way too much. "Can you wrap this too Tahira?" He asked with a tight half-smile.

V'demhe Post 16



HP: 9

Attacking Alkidike Mob

2 + 8 = 10 ( miss )
17 + 8 = 0

Mob takes no DMG
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As she was making her way back to the earthling side she swung and missed. It seemed her sisters were aware that she was passing through and getting out of the way. Not that they missed. V'demhe was bleeding from several cuts and would likely have several more before the day was done. Though she did spot someone familiar retreating towards the healers tents. It caused her to worry and she upped her speed. Dem wanted to catch up with Virain quickly to make sure he was alright. If he'd been harmed badly she'd not forgive herself for being absent when he needed her. "Virain!" She called out hoping he'd hear her. She wanted to see his face and know that he would be okay. With her running through the Alkidike mob she got a few more cuts but ignored them.

Nuri Post 20
Oban War Camp, Front Lines

Attacking The Mob

Nuri
Simple Whip Stats
HP || 30(+5)(+1) = Total Hp: 36/36
Attack || 22 (+4)(+4) = (+8 )
Defense || 21 (+4)(+0) = (+4)
Magic || 14 (+2)(+0) = (+2)
Speed || 23 (+4)(+3) = (+7)


HP:: 8.25 - 6.25 = 2
Need an 18 to hit:: 13 + 8 = 20 HIT

( 2 + 8 ) = 10/2 = 5 DAMAGE TO MOB

Nuri felt overwhelmed as he faced the last Alkidike in front of him, and he glared while Naraka circled around his side. Both held serious faces as they struck out, and Nuri ignored the sting of another strike while he slashed to the woman with his own weapon. Naraka seemed keen to follow through, lashing out as well with his large tail.

They pushed back just to hear Saraf make way to his side, and he glanced to the side at his friend.

"That is fine friend, I will hold until you return or I can no longer fight."

And just like that, he was the last of the Oban team standing, his breath shallow and his eyes sharp as he watched the army around them.

Amarone Post 19
Healer's Tents

They continued to come in, wave after wave of injured earthlings. Even with superior numbers, it seemed as if things were getting worse. Shaking her head, she rushed around and handed out dwindling supplies, before determining she needed to find more outside of the tents.

Without a farewell, she stepped away from the chaos and took her first look outside, her heart hammering to a halt as she finally saw the destruction from both sides.