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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:01 pm
Don't get a concussion? Oh. Right. Whoops.
"SHUT UP, FINN!" Ripley yelled right back, but only because his so-called friend broke his concentration. It gave Peyton the opening she had been waiting for and, suddenly, Ripley was on his back with yet another pain in his stomach. He let go of one of her wrists then, but gave the other a small twist as he rolled over to try and get up again.
Despite taking a beating, he liked this hand-to-hand thing. It was easier to him than trying to figure out how to use a sword properly.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:05 pm
She laid him out, but he maintained a grip on one writ, twisting it even as he struggled to get back up, and she turned with it, yanking it out of his muddy grasp before following through with the motion and bringing her tiny, sharp little fist up and around in an end all, last chance, full force haymaker to the side of the the trainees head.
She felt the blow connect, and Warrick gave an excited rumble as she planted her foot, turning her shoulder into the punch with everything she had in her tiny little body.
HP: 5
DMG: 10
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:14 pm
Spectating/ONLY NOT?
Aside from that split-second cringe and the tense few seconds after it, Taym had maintained a stoic expressionlessness, toothpick slowly traveling from one side of his mouth to the other.
That dissipated almost the instant it was obvious that the fight was over. He hopped nimbly over the ropes and into the mud, absolutely heedless given that he was already pretty filthy, and grinned at her. "Told you not to drop out," he called over. He started to extend a hand, realized abruptly that she'd probably want to seal this up in a sportsmanlike fashion--that sort of thing would never occur to him, probably, the jerk--and pushed it back into his pocket.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:32 pm
Into the Mud Pit!
Solomon didn't even really jump over the rope more than on top of it, balancing with a practiced finesse as he waited to see what Peyton's next strike would do.
Upon which the sun hunter let out an excited 'woop' and nearly toppled off of the rope he was (awkwardly) balanced on before jumping off of his own free will to trudge through the mud himself. Had he thought too long about it, he probably wouldn't have - being he was already wearing one of Peyton's shirts in the name of his bad clothing habits - but he didn't even think about that.
"That was awesome to watch, gotta say." A pause, "Even if you didn't poke him in the eyes." he added with a grin.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:33 pm
He saw the fist, and then everything seemed to go black. For a moment Ripley's body went still and limp, lifeless in the mud. A few seconds ticked by and then he let out a low rumble of a groan, stirring enough to push himself onto his hands and knees, then finally flopping over to just sit in the mud.
He felt like he'd been hit by a truck. A tiny truck, but a truck nonetheless.
"Uncle." He murmured, not in the least bit ashamed or upset. Disappointed, yes, but he felt pretty good about himself in his second battle ever.
...Well, except now he'd have to deal with Finn.
"Dude...what is it with you and eyes...?" That kid was just plain weird.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:43 pm
Maybe that was a little over kill, but Peyton knew her shield was crumbling, and she needed to end the fight herself before Ripley beat her to it. She blinked down at the pale haired hunter as he lay in the mud, nudging him with a toe, before Both Taym and Solomon were trudging through the mud towards her.
She grinned at Taym first, cheeky and superior. "The thought had never crossed my mind." She rocked back on her heels, then glanced up at Solomon as he came to a stop beside her to praise the fight, "Thanks," she chirped up at him, then rolled her eyes as at him, chuckling. "I can't poke him in the eyes, he's got glasses."
One tiny hand was held down for Ripley. "Good fight." It had been close, from start to finish. And until that last hit it really had been anyone's game.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:48 pm
A low pitched whine had begun toward the end of the fight and hadn't ceased until Ripley was knocked to the ground. After that Abbi had buried her face first into Finn's arm, then Jack's and then her own hands. If only he'd used the sword as a sword! Bah!
With a determined huff she hopped out from between the two boys and hurried over to the edge of the pit, stopping around the barrier and placing both hands on it so that she could stand tippy-toe and shout.
"You ok? You did really well! I mean the sword probably would have been helpful and I am pretty sure Wilhelm is not happy about being stuck in the mud..." Then the girl paused and blinked very slowly. A tiny giggle left her and despite the fact that Ripley had lost, Abbi could not help but laugh.
"Wilhelm is a real stick in the mud now!" She shouted out with a peal of laughter, dancing from foot to foot because she reaaalllyy wanted to come over and help but she wasn't prepared to get her shoes muddy. They were really cute flats...
"You gonna be a stick in the mud or you wanna yanno... Come get a bandage or two?" Abbi finally called out with a silly grin, making a grabby hand motion at him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:49 pm
Solomon rapped the front of his visor at Ripley's question. "Nothin' to do with eyes and everything to do with good advice, yeah?" he replied to Ripley, waiting until Peyton had hoisted the other hunter up to give him a pat on the shoulder, "I would have given you the same advice if I wasn't rootin' for Peyton here, so it wasn't really anything personal."
What he didn't say was that he'd wanted Peyton to win to boost her confidence after her little spill of concern to him about her shoulder vs her self worth. See? You were just fine.
Really.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:50 pm
 ROUND 1 BATTLE - RIPLEY V. PEYTON
PEYTON WINS!!    Beejoux Congratulations! KOKOROOOOOO! Enoh Love Even if you didn't win, you gained a Palebro.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:55 pm
Taym suddenly felt like a third wheel. Or maybe a fourth, hard to say. He eyed Solomon and then, as an investigative hunch, deliberately looked at Peyton, and grinned an enormous and incredibly s**t-eating grin.
He was either wrong or he'd know, he imagined.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:03 pm
The visor tap drew Peyton's attention back up, and when Ripley was back on his feet she took the opportunity to extend a hand upward to lay a nice little muddy hand print on the side of the dark plastic. Grinning up at him rather fondly.
When she glanced back at Taym the grin faltered in the face of that knowing, s**t-eating grin, and and she did exactly what he was expecting her to do. Color rose up in her cheeks, and she withdrew her hand from Sol's visor as she half turned.
So he had figured it out, now what? Pale eyes narrowed warily at him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:05 pm
Solomon didn't notice the exchange between Peyton and Taym because he was too busy trying to get the mud off of his visor.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not the one I said to make blind," he said, laughter in his voice despite the fact he was going to really need to wash it off. Just like everything else about him - needing some clean up around the edges.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:08 pm
He pulled the toothpick out of his teeth and stuck it in his pocket, sticking his tongue out at Peyton for one split-second immature moment.
And then, to Solomon, with a tone that probably only Peyton was going to be able to interpret: "Nice... whatever that thing is," he said, lifting his fingers to his forehead demonstratively.
"Congrats," he said to Peyton--directing an eyebrow wiggle at her--as he turned to go.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:12 pm
Taym you are a douche.
Peyton gave him wide, mortified eyes as he gave his parting shot before congratulating her and turning to leave. One, small, undignified little squeak managed to force it's way from her throat before she was bending to pick up a handful of mud, then chucking it right at the back of Taym's retreating head.
Then, trying really hard to pretend like nothing was wrong, and maybe failing, she turned back to Sol. "You didn't say not to blind you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:16 pm
He just let it hit him, and laughed, and she probably heard it. He'd been expecting that. Y U SO MAD THO?
(/ollies out ilu pach and bee)
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