Okay, so his last swat at the copy hadn't gone as well as a few of the previous shots, and now they were dead even. Both breathing heavily.. could that thing breathe? Was it actually alive or was the little demon hallucinating from a Christmas Overload?
Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 1:45 pm
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Student Name: Aoe Shiki Number of Turns it Took to Win: 12
Did you remember to subtract your strength stat from your doppelganger's initial HP? Yup Remember: If you haven't used your luck, this is your last chance! Used it. ^_^
Finally Shiki raced toward the Clone, his fangs bared, claws ready and rather than give it a chance to fight back he lunged, tearing into it with all the fury of any angered fox. He snarled and tore at the copy until it poofed away leaving nothing more than a lingering black cloud for a moment, and a stunned tired kitsune left to nurse his wounds.
With all the lights now back on, Shiki dragged himself down the stairs to get his medal, slinking away to lick his wounds and wonder what he had gotten himself into taking part in this event.
After being ushered back into the arena, Carmine was face to face with... himself? In an ugly outfit with a green frying pan?
It would be easy to say he was confused, but it went deeper than that. He had to fight himself? Carmine's head was reeling, but when the thing started in his direction, he tried his best to hurt it more than it hurt him!
Well that first attack didn't go very well. Carmine barely defended himself and the ... other Carmine got in a good punch. He squared his tiny shoulders and set himself up for another strike. Hopefully this time he'd actually do a bit of damage
This really wasn't going well for the bat demon. The other one got another good hit in on him, and Carmine was knocked off his game. He started to get a little worried that he was going to lose to himself.
The copy got him good this time, square in the jaw. Carmine looked up, clearly unhappy with how this event was going. He was going to have to do something drastic if he didn't start getting some shots in on this copy.
Still nothing. Carmine was starting to see red, and in his anger used his FEAR attack. In a whirlwind of wings and tiny fists, he squeezed his eyes shut and flung himself at the copy.
Finally something connected! Carmine was a lot more pleased with himself than he should have been considering he didn't do that much damage. Sure, the copy had quite a few cuts, and his sweater was even uglier, but Carmine was looking almost just as torn up.
Another hit! It wasn't much, but Carmine was able to graze the copy with his claws and add to the pain and uncomfort the abomination must've been feeling.
Now we were getting somewhere! Carmine jumped up, using his wings to gain a bit of extra height and landed a solid kick in the copy's face. This hurt his ankle a little bit, but he didn't care at this point. He was out for blood.
That might have been unwise. Carmine landed awkwardly back on the ground in just enough time for the copy to kick him hard in the side. He let out a surprised Oof! before grabbing his side.
Carmine reeled back and punched the copy in the nose, meanwhile also hurting his own hand. This fight was going to take all that it could out of him it seemed. Hopefully he'd stumble away from this still partially intact.
At least now Carmine was matching the copy blow for blow, but he was still a little worse for wear than the copy was. He needed to pull out all the stops soon to overcome the abomination and make it out victorious.
Ouch! Carmine was getting fatigued at this point. However, his last blow to the copy had given him the slightest of an upper hand and he intended to do his best to further that advantage.
Okay, so his last swat at the copy hadn't gone as well as a few of the previous shots, and now they were dead even. Both breathing heavily.. could that thing breathe? Was it actually alive or was the little demon hallucinating from a Christmas Overload?
BATTLE STATS
Carmine HP: 6/30 Dopple HP: 0/30 Turns: 13
POOF!
A flying death punch straight to the face caused the copy to poof into a cloud of black smoke and sparkles. Carmine coughed as he stumbled to the ground, having essentially punched the thing into a cloud. He was still breathing quite heavy and was rather beat up. He managed a weak grin.
Looking ahead, a staircase appeared out of nowhere and there was a medal at the top. That's it? he felt a little disappointed in his prize, but was proud of himself for defeating.. himself? That was still very confusing to him and he wasn't sure what to do about it.
He slowly trudged up the stairs to get his medal and headed slowly to the stands. Maybe those older students would be impressed. Probably not. Carmine thought to himself dejectedly.
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Student Name: Carmine Number of Turns it Took to Win: 13
Did you remember to subtract your strength stat from your doppelganger's initial HP? Y Remember: If you haven't used your luck, this is your last chance! Y
Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 1:58 pm
Shiki rubbed his eyes and looked to the side in time to see another boil leaving the battle arena looking just as tired, beaten and dejected as he was. He felt a little shy but finally the kitsune demon took note of the hair of the other petite boil.
FLUFFY!
Instinct took over and the white kitsune crept close, eyes locked on his target. Soft hair.. like a foxfire...
It was intrusive.. it was rude... in was a weakness.
Shiki reached out timidly to touch the soft hair his large fennec ears perked.
Carmine paused on his way to the stands when he suddenly felt something on his head. His heart sank as he thought it might be the copy coming back to finish him off.
Turning slowly around to face this new threat, Carmine let out an audible sigh as he realized it was another boil that had just gone through the same torment as he.
"Umm.. hi?" he blinked at the pale boil. He wasn't used to be touched, especially by strangers. Before the boil had a chance to say much else, Carmine continued, "I'm going to the stands to talk to some older students I met earlier during the House Cup, you should join!"
He lightly grabbed the boil's wrist and tugged in the direction he was already headed.
The last event has been announced! It's a...a battle event.
Hrmm. Since the contestant aren't permitted to use weapons, however, the match will be kinda...plain ol' fisticuffs, probably.
The contestants are welcomed into the dome and each of them were led into smaller rooms. It seems that they can't see what other's doing...well it's quite good---
The criteria to clear this event is defeating their opponent before the allotted time limit-but what's about the enemy? The room is quite dark, and even someboil as dim-witted as her can sense that some...THING else was inside the room beside herself. PANG, the lightbulbs over her head flashed on, and it was there.
A doppelganger? It looks almost perfectly like her save from some details, like expression or the lame-a** sweater.
JUSTICE will be served if you bring your copy down this day.
Well, what she needs to do is just beat this thing, right? Mahlan took off a small globule of hardened sap from her body and threw it to the creature's face. It landed with a TWHACK, and Mah grinned...before she got something introduced to her face.
Dangit.
BATTLE STATS
Mahlan HP: 28/30 Dopple HP: 24/30 Damage Done: 2
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Student Name: Mahlan Ulmace Number of Turns it Took to Win: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Did you remember to subtract your strength stat from your doppelganger's initial HP? Yes - (4) Remember: If you haven't used your luck, this is your last chance! Yes - (4)
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Nio Love rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1Total: 6 (2-12)
What a strange little creature Magda had found. She felt it fill her with patience, and chose to take the time to try and figure out what it wanted from her. In the process, it lashed out at her, but she did not retaliate.
"What do you want, little doppleganger?" Magda murmured, thinking carefully.
Boss HP: 22 Magda's HP: 28 Turn 1
Nio Love rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5Total: 8 (2-12)
Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 10:32 pm
"Perhaps a snack?" Magda asked it. It did not want a snack.
