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Herbclouds generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
3!
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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 3:41 pm
Leandar was so irritated with all the biting. "Enough," he cried, stumbling away from Etto, and grabbing his bow. Notching an arrow, he began to run. At the beginning of his archery hobbys execution, Leandar couldn't run and shoot, but after a great deal of practice and reading "Take Aim", he was a lot better. Circling around his opponent, he went around three hundred sixty degrees before firing. Blood dripped from his tail, a dull burning sensation radiated from his rear quarters. Anyone who knows a cat knows they hate having their tail stepped on, or bitten. - - Physical Attack + 1  - - HP : 11/16 MP : 6/6 [ooc: i added my bonus to my random #]
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wolfspectre13 generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
4!
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 8:03 pm
Well of course Etto knew. He wouldn't aim for anywhere-
OW that- owowowowowow.
The ferret rolled in a circle, hissing and trying to reach his poor tail, which now apparently had an arrow lodged in it about an inch or so from the tip.
Oh that was going to smart. That was going to smart so much.
He growled angrily, finally rolling to grab the offending sharp pointy stick and snap it in half, effectively (mostly) dislodging it from his tail.
No more biting? Well he didn't need to bite. He twirled the broken arrow in one paw.
Admittedly, he was taking a dare with continuing. One good shot to his leg and he'd be laying out here for days if he was lucky.
He gripped the arrow tightly and ran forward, leaping over the other in a roll and twirling around to stab at the cat's legs with his impromptu... stick.
Was Etto willing to take the chance?
Yes, apparently. Yes he was.
HP: 6/14
MP: 8/8
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 10:10 pm
The tide of battle seemed to be slowly turning in the wildcat's favor, but still Leandar frowned. He hadn't even wanted to battle Etto, it was simply due to his lack of compliance. The self-proclaimed lawmen and leader of the Hallowmarl Court had asked Etto to move along, albeit not in the kindest of ways. However Leandar's opponent seemed determined to see him fall, using his own arrow against him. Try as he might, an opening wouldn't seem to materialize, and so he bided his time.
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No action
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HP: 8/16
MP: 6/6
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:45 am
Etto was about to unleash his mega-awesome-ferret-surprise-attack...
Alright he was about to start randomly flailing paws and claws and hoped he hit something.
Except he didn't. Instead he paused, paw in midair.
The cat wasn't attacking. It wasn't like the pause before though, where he had been aiming that darned bow and arrow.
Nah, this was just... a pause.
Maybe the cat was rethinking the fight?
Maybe he was considering backing down?
Because that would be awesome in Etto's opinion. With his tail and nose bleeding and all. And he liked to keep that oozy red stuff IN his body, thankyou.
The clear solution for Etto was to strike a valiant pose. Intimidating, surely.
"So I suppose submit to my awing skills in battle and we part our separate ways?"
Hell, Etto barely remembered... wait... why HAD they been fighting?
Probably pride or something.
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No Action/Call for Truce
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HP: 6/14
MP: 8/8
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 10:32 am
Leandar wasn't the type to submit in battle, ever. It wasn't typically his style to provoke a fight either, but once he was involved it was kill or be killed. However Etto seemed inclined to give up, and that was enough to force Leandar's hand. The wildcat was supposed to be a valiant hero, not a moral-less villain. However he raised his bow, and notched another arrow.
"Leave then."
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No action / Truce Accepted
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HP: 8/16
MP: 6/6
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:20 am
"You just seem to have a problem with pointing that thing around at- OKAY okay fiiiiiine."
And with a grand harumph, Etto proceeded to saunter off, resorting to nursing his tail when he thought he was of a sufficient distance so no one could hear the "Oh my poor tail and face oh my beautiful face will never be the same AGAIN."
Those shrews better pay him extra. Seriously.
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Leaving
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