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This time the blade bit deeply and properly, cleaving off one of the waving arms from the head.

And still, even in the midst of all this, he could hear the ******** voices, right inside his head and he told himself that he didn't recognise them, that they weren't familiar.

"JUST ******** STOP." he snarled, reaching into the gouge with one hand and tearing out a huge chunk of bloody, corrupted viscera and tossing it into the dark abyss of the cracks around it.

HP: 45/60
DMG: 15 x 2 = 30
Charge: 2/3

Tracey was charged and he'd hardly even noticed, the adrenaline feeling far far away compared to its usual immediacy. Normally it was impossible to ignore the surge of power, the swell of pent up rage and strength, the dam about to break, he was just so ******** out of it. But he needed it, he needed Tracey, now more than ever to hold him up. He was the wielder but he was wielded in turn, push and shove, give and take, darkness and rage twinned up together.

He stepped forward, hefted the axe over his shoulder and leapt, the dagger around his neck glowing as red as the bleeding runes, heavy as a millstone against his flesh and cold as the ******** ocean. He rose up and up, till he almost hit the ceiling and twisted, bringing the axe over, cleaving through a support bar in the process. He turned his attention downwards and inhaled sharply in surprise and vertigo at the huge abyss of torn and rent floor and building beneath him, the serpentine thing sprawled throughout it like a vast tapeworm. If he misjudged his landing he was ******** doomed.



But he had and as he fell his attention was on not falling into that darkness and landing safely more than making the attack count. He ended up well wide of the mark and in his thoughts Tracey chuckled.

habit of it William. I chose you because you never look, you just act.>

HP: 35/60
DMG: Spectacular ******** miss.
Charge: 3/3

Noah made a frustrated noise as Al dashed off gleefully to attack the beast. "I'm gonna buy a LEASH," he shouted. But at least Al was still nearby and he could heal him as necessary.

Rep was cutting into the beast with focused intent, mad-eyed and covered in blood, and he had to be getting tired, and Noah could see that he was taking hits each time. Noah swallowed nervously. Then he pulled a bandage out of his bag and skittered over, waiting until Rep moved back a little; he said loudly, "Healing," and scooted in to hurriedly slap a bandage on. The blood and movement meant that it didn't stick well, but it was better than nothing. Noah hoped, anyway.

HP: 40/40
Healing Rep for: 3
Charge: 0/3

Buffs:
Extra item use: +1 use of runic item
Melee weapon: Double damage against armoured type

Items: x2 bandages

Horace suddenly just felt... too tired to worry about Jordan shutting down and lashing out again. "Hmm, so weapons are largely unaffected..." He trailed off. Horace looked at Jordan's blackened skin worriedly. Maybe at the camp they could heal it. He hoped so. Desummoning Jannisari, he sighed. His eyes flickered down to his left palm briefly before he closed his fingers around the small black mark there, dropping his hand. There was no time to think about that.

"Sure, I'll try to run, but you're probably faster than me, you know." He pushed off of the wall with a grunt. "And I didn't see Ro - that was the guy who ran off after you? My group ran into one of those laughing things." Suddenly, the noises from the camp, the rumbling, the heavy thuds seemed much more immediate than before.

"s**t, we better double-time it."

HP: 17/40
DMG:
CHG: /3
TYPE
HP:
AUTO DMG:
Status: there was a blank space, but you've signed your name

BUFFS:
accuracy: -5 modifier to rolls (2/10 uses)
speedy: x2 damage against speedy zombies

"Yeah yeah..." Al dismissed the leash idea, deciding Noah would have to get it on him first and that was so not possible. He continued whacking the creature with Nuru, violet sparks splashed from the contact and Nuru made it very clear he sought release.


HP - 40/50
DMG - 9 - 4 * 2 = 10
TAR - Big Bad Beastie - HP ??? - AUTO 5
CRG - 3/3
BUFF - Death Intermediate: -2 from damage modifier 5/15
Melee weapon: Double damage against ARMOURED type.

"Yeah. He tried to reason with me, but the infection ... " Jordan grimaced and shook his head, a pang of guilt hitting him hard. "But he took off. I'll check on him. When we have time."

He nodded agreement and desummoned Ferros to run for the camp.

The size of the creature that loomed over the camp was horrifying. If it was made of bodies, how ******** many bodies was that? But it looked like the hunters at the camp had gotten it pinned down while Jordan was lost out in the darkness. He could at least partially redeem himself. He lost no time charging at it, summoning and swinging as he moved.

HP: 55/60
Dmg: (5 +4) x2 = 18
Charge: 1/3

Buffs:
Infected: Dice one step up
Strong: +4 atk
Heavy weapon: Roll doubles - get stuck & miss, double damage against normal type

Items: Bandage

"Thanks!" Rep called out to Noah for his bandage, even if it was small, anything helped, and he wasn't used to people other than perhaps Harrison noticing or caring when he whittled his own health away. It was noted, in case there was a later.

But he didn't stop, just kept going relentlessly, constantly concerned that the chains might give out any minute.

HP: 28/60
DMG:9 x 2 = 18
Charge: 2/3 - 99 Problems used
Rep total: 118 (for my own entertainment)

<Go ahead, silly!> The male voice was unexpectedly cheerful and hyper, indicating soon she could use a charge. The beast was pinned down, not able to move and she should take advantage of the moment to deliver as much damage as she could.

Hammer up and hammer down, the head of the beast was much flatter. It might be one of the times she was that useful as a hunter.

HP:35/ 50
DMG: 5x2= 10
Charge: 3/3