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 Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:17 am
 Setting:Round 2 for Lestari in the tournament. Outcome:Loss
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Tasinei generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:20 am
(( forgot to roll -.-; ))
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Tasinei generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
9!
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 6:26 pm
So she’d made it past the first round, and now she was in semifinals. Lestari was looking forward to another opponent now, someone stronger, someone she could actually hit and put in some good time with. The first girl, she’d made sure to check on her. She’d found out her name was Luli and was thankfully not as injured as she could have been if she’d kept fighting. Maybe, just maybe if Les could find her later she’d give her a good talking to. Then she’d find out who had let the poor girl into the tournament and give them a piece of her mind, what the hell kind of parents did she have anyway?
Now as Lestari entered her second match, looking at the man before her she knew this would be a challenge. He looked like he spent his days working out, his muscles bulged at his slightest movement and quite frankly the scars on his bare chest gave no hint of a pleasant upbringing. Les actually winced looking at him, if she wasn’t careful she was going to be the one finishing up with the bruises and cuts. Taking a deep breath, Lestari waited for the gong to ring. Her opponents loud steps made her freeze for a second, he was heavy as heck, but Lestari was quick and she hoped that would be her advantage in this fight. The man was on her before she could even move however, and she tried to prepare a block for whatever he would send her way.
[ Point Count: 9 ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 11:13 pm
Aran the boxer had lost in a moment of idiocy the previous round, his opponent having faked him out with a long and drawn-out countdown. The man had played dead, and Aran had been robbed of the opportunity to advance in the tournament.
So he was here now, taking his anger out on others who had also lost. It hardly mattered that his opponent this time was a young girl—a punching bag was a punching bag, no matter what it looked like on the outside. As far as Aran was concerned, she’d asked for it by joining such a tournament.
He’d come into her space as soon as the sound of the gong had rung through the arena, both fists clenched and ready to deliver a rapid onslaught of punches, boxing style.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Tasinei generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
10!
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 9:51 am
There was no being ready, Lestari managed to block the first fist flying towards her but the second one came much too soon for her to block or retaliate. The fist she couldn’t block hit her once on the jaw, sending her head swinging to the left and making her close her eyes which was a mistake because she never saw the next one coming. The next hit was straight to the side of her nose and this one sent her sprawling to the ground in a messy heap. Lestari finally moved herself into action, rolling to the side and then stumbling to get up and back on her feet.
She could feel the blood pouring from her nose and onto her shirt, oh boy. Lestari wiped the blood with her forearm smudging some of it across her face; it probably wasn’t going to stop for a little while if she didn’t take care of it, but no choice. Taking a deep breath, Les moved towards the brute again, this time her hand went right for a needle. If she could maneuver and avoid the man’s flying fist she could get her needle right into the guys’ gallbladder and then work slowly from there to loosen muscles. She was going to go in from the left, bend down when the fist came at her and then try to locate her point and plant her needle all while still moving forward.
[ Point Count: 9 + 10 = 19 ]
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 2:43 pm
Aran's anger couldn't be abated, even when the woman's nose bled across her face. This was what happened when his ambitions were denied him! He couldn't even manage his actions, even if he was to become aware of what he was doing. He just kept advancing on her. Was that a needle she was trying to stab him with?
Aran tried to avoid it, and he certainly didn't feel the sting if she succeeded, but he was still in a blind rage.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Tasinei generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
9!
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 3:21 pm
There was no being ready, Lestari managed to block the first fist flying towards her but the second one came much too soon for her to block or retaliate. The fist she couldn’t block hit her once on the jaw, sending her head swinging to the left and making her close her eyes which was a mistake because she never saw the next one coming. The next hit was straight to the side of her nose and this one sent her sprawling to the ground in a messy heap. Lestari finally moved herself into action, rolling to the side and then stumbling to get up and back on her feet.
She could feel the blood pouring from her nose and onto her shirt, oh boy. Lestari wiped the blood with her forearm smudging some of it across her face; it probably wasn’t going to stop for a little while if she didn’t take care of it, but no choice. Taking a deep breath, Les moved towards the brute again, this time her hand went right for a needle. If she could maneuver and avoid the man’s flying fist she could get her needle right into the guys’ gallbladder and then work slowly from there to loosen muscles. She was going to go in from the left, bend down when the fist came at her and then try to locate her point and plant her needle all while still moving forward.
[ Point Count: 9 + 10 + 9 = 28 ]
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