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Amasis generated a random number between
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7!
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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 10:07 pm
Sailor Phaethon -- 50/50 HP
TOTAL: 161
Pelting the... things... with rocks and all that seemed to be modestly effective. He knew they had hit, but he wasn't sure how much damage he had actually managed. There was only one thing to do.
Keep throwing things.
He thought about rushing back up to try and punch or kick the, but he really did not want to get in the way of the other people trying to fight them. They looked like they did a lot more damage than he did and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally get in the middle of one of their attacks. It would probably hurt.
A lot.
Did the things at least look like they were taking some damage? Between his efforts and the others'--mainly theirs, if he was honest with himself--it seemed so. That, at least, was gratifying.
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Fiction1119 generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 7:31 am
Lieutenant Strengite - 48HP
Group Total: 171
Lieutenant Strengite
Strengite's first attack was lame. Like seriously lame. She didn't even think her flyswatter had actually hit anything let alone done any damage but she wasn't about to give up. If these electrical ******** thought they would be 'contained' without a fight they were out of their damn alien minds. Even if she had to sacrifice everyone in the room to do it, she wasn't going to be shoved in a tube like some science experiment gone wrong. Not that she really thought it would take that since there were quite a few magic wielders here, many fighters with years more experience then the pale haired officer.
Stepping back out of everyone's way, silver eyes tracking all the attacks as her heels clicked against the stone floor, the lieutenant waited and watched, shifting her stance every so often in anticipation. Her mind flashing through newly learned attacks and just as quickly discarding them. There were a lot of players here and doing something so close quartered would be putting her own skin at risk from friendly fire, not like anyone here was really a friend. If someone of the other side 'accidently' got hurt what was the harm in that? Yeah they were all fighting to keep their skins intact but that would only go so far. Honestly she was a bit surprised that no one had pulled anything dirty yet, it wasn't like the 'order' fighters had bloodless hands.
Strengite absently watched the various magical attacks fly, observing the fight as it progressed in front of her, a pale brow rising in surprise at the princess' attack. That was one way to grow grass. In all honesty it was pretty badass and the busty negaverser silently grumbled about how it sucked she didn't have any cool magic tricks like that. At least she had something they didn't, or would have it once she figured out exactly the best way to get a youma minion. She already knew that eating too many star seeds could turn someone into a youma but would changing someone else mean she could control them? That would take quite a bit more time to figure out.
Her mental musings cut off abruptly when there was an opening in attacks. Now was her time! Without waiting any further she took it, striking with as much strength as she could muster. It was likely a mix of luck and skill, primarily luck, that let her attack land squarely.
((411))
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Nuxaz generated a random number between
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12!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:14 am
Super Sailor Denebola
HP: 57/60
Group DMG: 183
Her chest was heaving, as it often was after she used any magic, and sweat began to bead along the side of her face. It kept loose strands of red sticking to her skin and she grit her teeth, hands balled into tight fists at her side, while trying to determine what move she might take next.
Wedged heels shifted her weight as she looked at the rest of the people making their own efforts to do something about the threat.
Sucking in another breath, Denebola closed her eyes and reminded herself that she needed to get out, even if she got hurt in the process.
There didn't seem to be any other way.
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Nuxaz generated a random number between
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19!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:24 am
Captain Marcasite
HP: 60/60
Group Total: 202
One fan sung through the air and was shortly followed by the other, the captain who had been wielding them crossing the space of the room with long strides. Her hat had been discarded somewhere, or maybe she had dismissed it to subspace, but it meant that white hair was bouncing with every step, every jolt of her boots against the ground as she all but stomped forward.
At one point she dove into a tuck and roll to avoid a counter attack from trio of freaks and so that she could snag both of her fans in a smooth, movie-like motion.
Her landing and coming back up from the roll wasn't very graceful but that didn't matter. She wanted out and if she had to force her way out, then she was going to do that.
The fans went zipping through the air again.
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Nuxaz generated a random number between
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13!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:46 am
Super Sailor Denebola
HP: 57/60
Group DMG: 215
It was a good thing, or maybe it was actually a bad thing, that Denebola didn't know how to give up. Nothing she was doing seemed particularly effective against the trio that they, as a collective, were facing off but that didn't stop her from trying again and again to do something.
She was, quietly, grateful that it appeared that people could put aside their differences to defeat a common threat instead of letting internal squabbles get the better of them.
She hadn't even seen order work this well together, with some hiccups of course, since the day General Labyrinthite had returned to Destiny City on the back of a decaying greater youma and a hoard of familiars that returned with him.
Maybe...just maybe--
She shook her head. Those were not things for her to be focusing, there were bigger and more pressing matters at hand.
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Nuxaz generated a random number between
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13!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:58 am
Captain Marcasite
HP: 60/60
Group Total: 228
This time when she retrieved her fans, Marcasite took a chance and kept them both in her hands when she lashed out at the group.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 12:36 pm
(( I’ll pretty this up when I get home to my desktop! ))
The Trio takes 236 damage!
300 - 236 = 64!
exclaim The Trio deals 47 damage to Leto and 36 damage to Phaethon, Tsih, Cdocus and Metis by firing electrical beams!
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Leopleuradon generated a random number between
11 and 20 ...
15!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 12:51 pm
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Leopleuradon generated a random number between
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8!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 12:53 pm
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Sylent Nyte generated a random number between
31 and 40 ...
38!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 1:00 pm
Princess Leto HP: 77 - 47 = 30HP remaining It wasn't exactly her intention to have Crocus follow her charge, but her heart swelled with pride at having him by her side. It was also incredibly interesting to her that all sides of the war managed to work together to defeat a common enemy just fine-- so why was it that on a day to day basis they couldn't? About to push the thought away, she was forced to forget it as the electric weirdos shot electrical beams at her. The electricity rippled through her body in a tremble, parts of her wings and bare skin singed by it. She held in as much of a scream as she could and stumbled a few steps back to allow the others to pummel the trio while she collected herself. A few long, slow, deep breaths. She'd be fine, damnit. Another breath. Taking the opportunity, she summoned her crystal to the palms of her hands and focused every bit of her energy into it; as she called for her Crystal Power Concealment, the illusion of a foggy jungle began to fill the entire room. All she could do was hope that her magic was enough of a distraction for the others to finish the strange creatures off. Quote: LETO IS USING HER ROYAL ATTACK I will fill in later but essentially there's a jungle and everyone is camouflaged from the laser trio - 4th stage characters may use their royal ability ONCE during this combat. Both Leto and Camelot’s abilities reduce the amount of damage taken by their group by HALF for that round. (this damage reduction is for this event only - I know Leto’s ability is technically camouflage, but simplifying how it works makes things easier for the event! ICly, the Containment Unit would have a harder time detecting and attacking its intended target anyway.) 297
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Nuxaz generated a random number between
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20!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 1:11 pm
Super Sailor Denebola
HP: 57/60
Group DMG: 300+
With the help of Leto's camouflage, Deneboa found that she could move forward and take advantage of the cloaking to deliver the boot to the trio that hopefully put an end to it all. She was growing tired of being trapped and watching people get shocked left and right.
Now was as good as time as any to end it all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 6:09 pm
[[CONTAINMENT UNIT THETA, COMMEncin..gggggg contaaaaaaa....men-------- proc-----]] [EPSILON, ZETA AND NU ARE DEFEATED] With the last of their strength gone, Containment Units Epsilon, Zeta and Nu attempt to fire desperate beams of electricity towards the group, but they go wide and blaze a trail through the ceiling. Slowly, softly, the childlike Units forms fade and disperse into so much static before the room falls quiet. ((Also, if you've written at least 500 words in this thread, this will count as a battle for your growth requirements!))
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 8:15 am
Lieutenant Strengite
The three small electrical babies fizzled out like burnt out lightbulb under the combined beat down of everyone on their floor. Apparently no one else liked the idea of containment any more then Strengite. The zappy aliens though didn't go down easily, or quietly, they attempted to fire desperate beams of electricity only to have them go wide and die out against the ceiling. Slowly the childlike figured faded and dispersed into stactic as the room fell deathly silent. Now What?
[[If it's alright with you, could you come to see me, please? Thank you for your cooperation.]]
[Strengite exit]
((98.))
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