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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:06 pm
She wasn't sure what to make of his expression after she took another hit, wincing but not pausing this time to let herself process. It seemed kind of stupid to ask if he was okay, so Instead she lunged in again, sidestepping this time before taking a swing at him.
HP: 16/40
DMG: 7
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:10 pm
He dodged right into her blow, letting out a frustrated noise as he did -- and fired again, roughly, without properly lining up his shot. He was doing better now than he'd done before -- but, unfortunately, she seemed to be doing better. At least he hadn't fallen in the mud yet. HP: 16/40 DMG: 3
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:12 pm
( forgot to roll. please ignore )
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:13 pm
She giggled again, this time because of the strange noise he made. She might have really asked if he was alright if his shot had missed, but it once again hit her square in the chest and she did her best to not stumble back, the pain from the battle slowly but surely starting to take its toll. She was wincing as she did her best to take a clean swing at him once more.
HP: 13/40
DMG: 2
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:18 pm
Again, she hit -- and Vash blew out a frustrated breath. "These kinds of fights are ridiculous. I should be shooting at you from on top a hill a bit away..." HP: 14/40 DMG: 3
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:22 pm
"Don't complain," she winced as she took another one of his shots. "You're hitting your target in a fair enough fight. If you were up on a hill I'd be more than a little screwed." Her annoyance might have shown through, though, when she managed to find some good footing and took a hard swing at him.
HP: 10/40
DMG: 9
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:26 pm
Now, finally, he lost his balance -- slipped and fell down into the mud and, as he did, his shot went wild. He scowled up at her. "You have a sword. You're meant for close quarters. I'm supposed to have some meat shield protecting me while I fire from a distance. That's how these things work." HP: 5/40 DMG: 3
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:28 pm
Her next swing was timed right as he fell, so she naturally missed, but her lip curled some as he went on. "Blahblahblah, whatever. Your shots are still hitting me, so I'm gonna try and ignore the complaining."
HP: 10/40
DMG: 0
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:34 pm
The good thing about a gun, though, was that he didn't have to move in close to fire. Instead he could wiggle away from her, and take one from the ground -- and then take advantage of the moment of impact to stumble back up to his feet. HP: 5/40 DMG: 5
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:36 pm
The shot forced her to stumble back quite a bit, and she made a note not to be that close when taking on fire from a gun. "See?" Gabby groaned while quickly getting into a ready stance, and once Vash was on his feet she darted in, striking him square in the chest for the second time during this fight.
"Still hitting your mark."
HP: 5/40
DMG: 9
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:45 pm
She hit -- and this time, finally, it hard enough to hurt. He raised his gun to fire back at her, immediate, pain or no -- shield or not -- but instead of holding his gun, he held an ornate key, instead, loose in his grasp.
For a moment, Vasily just stared at it. Then he scowled again, at it and at her, and turned to start swiping the mud off as he started away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:53 pm
She was honestly expecting another shot when he raised his hand, but then blinked when she saw a key instead. Her brow rose as she looked up at him this time, noting his scowl and snorting as he stormed off. It felt like she'd be rubbing salt in a wound if she said thanks for the fight, so she held off and simply waved at his retreating form.
When he was out of sight she got to wiping the mud off of herself before grabbing the layers she stripped off earlier and heading off on her way as well.
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