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 Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:29 pm
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:30 pm
HP: 41 / 45
DMG: 0
BOSS HP: 20 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:31 pm
HP: 37 / 45
DMG: 12 - 6 = 6 + 2 = 8
BOSS HP: 12 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:33 pm
HP: 33 / 45
DMG: 11 - 6 = 5 + 2 = 7
BOSS HP: 5 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:34 pm
HP: 29 / 45
DMG: 0
BOSS HP: 5 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:35 pm
HP: 29 / 45 *using bonus reroll
DMG: 10 - 6 = 4 + 2 = 6
BOSS HP: dead
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:25 pm
Arorangi was hard pressed to say which he disliked more: the idea that there was a second, unpleasant, apparently evil version of himself that went by the name of Aric and was, for all intents and purposes, a Horseman; or the idea that he had to actually fight himself, which in and of itself was a bizarre and strangely nervewracking sensation.
Although he wouldn't have said disliked so much as it made him uncomfortable. Arorangi was not used to this, and did not like to be put into situations that he could not quite wrap his mind around. He wasn't stupid by any means, but even this seemed far out of his league when it came to actually understanding what was happening.
At the very least, Ari was there, inside of his head, as cheerful and yappy as he usually was, though Arorangi liked the yappy and found it reassuring. His horseman self - Aric, Arorangi reminded himself, was sizing him up much in the same fashion that Arorangi was sizing him up.
They looked exactly the same, minus the clothing. And the wings.
(Arorangi thought the wings were a bit excessive.)
"Erm."
He wasn't very eloquent at the moment, but he couldn't just stand here and do nothing. Arorangi gave a small sigh and lifted his staff, the spear gripped between two large, tattooed hands as he gave it a small twirl, Ari making noises of eagerness inside of his head.
"I am sorry about this, mate," said Arorangi apologetically, because he was sorry about it. It was like he was killing himself, after all - or attacking himself, after all. He was used to attacking Halloween creatures and horseman who didn't share his face.
He had a sudden, panicked moment of wondering if Lydia and Oliver were facing the same thing, and decided that he needed to go find them immediately after this, because Arorangi also remembered the green eyes, and now was not the time to be thinking about other things because he was currently being attacked -
It was not a long fight. Arorangi felt his spear crack against Aric's blade with a satisfying crack that made him wonder if his own weapon was about to break; but hunter weapons were not so easily snapped, after all. They were built to last, as Ari cheerfully reminded him, though Arorangi was not entirely sure he was ready to believe someone who was inside of his head.
Still. He had to do what he had to do in order to get back to Lydia and Oliver, and clearly this - whatever it was - this strange, twisted version of himself was not right. Getting rid of it wasn't a bad thing; he couldn't just leave it the way it was.
Even if it made him a little sad.
In the end, it didn't take that much effort, but it was still taxing. Arorangi felt his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stood over the prone form of his - other self, for lack of a better term, his fingers still wrapped around the hilt of his spear.
"I am sorry," said Arorangi again, and he was.
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