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 Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 1:46 pm
Ren had finally had enough of it.
The snide comments. The insults. Not only that, but Tybalt had had the gall to tell Ren he "deserved it."
And he'd never really gotten the dog back for biting his hand on the island and then laughing as he was attacked not one, but twice by those damned hooded figures. Ren was determined to have that damned black dog finally meet his comeuppance; Tybalt had been a thorn in his side for too long.
He tried not to think about what LW would think when she found out her boilfriend and best friend were fighting.
The outdoor arena was massive, its dirt floor spanning the length of an enormous stadium. Ren had told Tybalt he had wanted to talk to him, and wasn't entirely certain that the ghost would show up, but there he was, standing near the center.
Ren smirked.
"I see you got my message."
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[ OOC ]
HELLO THERE AND WELCOME TO OUR BATTLE
Tybalt and Ren, mortal enemies to the end, have finally come to blows and are determined to settle their disagreement in a gentlemanlike manner.
Meaning they're going to attempt to beat the living daylights out of one another.
Which means all of the OOC fighting Onnie and I have fun putting them through when we're being silly can finally be real. BD
THIS HERE'S AN INTRO POST. In my next post, following Onnie's, I'll roll to attack. C:
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 10:34 pm
The feeling was mutual.
Tybalt hated Ren, hated how pushy he was and hated how he was always bossing him around and belittling him. He was no pup and enough was enough!
Only... he didn't know the reason why he was called here. All that was written in the text message was that Ren wanted to discuss something. What he wanted to discuss exactly was beyond him. But what mattered was that that blasted phone had woken him up at some Jack forsaken hour with that obnoxious noise! Which resulted in a tired and angry black dog. To make matters worse, was that he had to get some other student to show him how to work the damn phone, adding to his temper.
Now?
Now he was pissed!
"Yeah, I got it. At 6 Jacking AM in the morning! What the hell is that all about!? Couldn't it have waited, y'know, like five years?"
Five years was a bit of an exaggeration.... Ten years was much more likely!
OOC
Tybalt has no idea what the hell is going on, so its decided among the two of us that Ren will get first strike for this battle. Tybalt will get to attack after Kuro's first roll.
Note that Tybalt is also Y2 student, so he will be starting with 40/40 HP and using 2d8 for his attacks.
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:50 pm
Ren shrugged, a smile playing on the corners of his lips.
"I could've waited, maybe," he answered, rather evasively, and slipped his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "But let's not talk about that now. Let's talk about the fact that I'm finally going to get to talk to you the way I want to."
He circled Tybalt, very much like the way a predator would survey its prey.
"Since I've known you," Ren began slowly. "You've dunked me in water, bitten my hand, laughed when I was on the verge of death, attempted to dye my hair pink, and basically been a thorn in my side for much too long."
His eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his stomach. "And I'm tired of it."
He didn't move to attack, but Ren had slipped his hands out of his pockets. There was a sharp crackling noise, a strange rumbling and Ren's fingers elongated, the fingers delving into sharp points, the skin turning from a tan to the scaly roughness of an eagle's talons.
He raised one to his face, one claw tapping against Ren's teeth, which were visible in the wide smirk he was giving Tybalt.
"Ready?"
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[ OOC ]
AND THE BATTLE BEGINS.
Ren is Y2, which means his HP is 40/40 and he rolls 2d8.
...wtf is UP with my dice rolls? Seriously?
[ HP: 40/40
Damage: 0 ]
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 10:00 pm
Tybalt involuntarily took a step back and sneered at his opponent.
What? He was still mad about that? Not that he could say anything, he was still pissed at him too and it was unlikely that that would ever change.
"Oh please! It was a bit of water! You're not made of sugar!" He snapped out. "and as for your hand, I am NOT apologizing! You startled me, remember? How was I supposed to know it was you in that field!?" He demanded. Though chances were he would have bit his hand even knowing it was the gryphon.
Yes, Tybalt was just that childish.
"and need I remind you that it was LW's idea for that particular prank?" He pointed out.
That was beside the point, but the black dog felt that it was necessary that the blame credit went to the werewolf ghoul.
Unfortunately, this was a waste of non existent breath, because Ren didn't seem to care or listen. No. He was bent on seeing this match through, regardless of what Tybalt said.
Fine.
Muttering something inaudible, he took his own stance---which was quickly disrupted when the gryphon struck at him.
It was fast.
Faster than he expected. He knew Ren was fast, but damn!
Cursing he, reacted at the last second; snapping back his head and pushing off the ground his one foot away from Ren. Though rather than move clear out of the way, he took the chance to strike at the other boil while he was in close range; whipping his foot around in a quick, small spin that struck at the back of Ren's legs the moment Tybalt's other foot touched the ground.
Tybalt Hit! 9 damage!
HP: 40/40
OOC Ren missed Tybalt, so his health remains intact. Tybalt now gets a chance to strike back and rolls a total of 15 using 2d8, which I will subtract 6 from leaving a total of 9 damage used towards Ren's health.
To keep track, I am adding Tybalt's health at the bottom of his post ( in bold ), along with the amount of damage he does each turn.
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:06 pm
"I never said I was still angry about it. I just said I'm tired of you, is all."
Tybalt had managed to dodge Ren's first attack, which made him irritated. Even more irritating was the fact that the black dog had swung his leg out, his foot connecting with the back of Ren's legs and sending him staggering forwards. It unfortunately hurt quite a bit more than he had expected, but he was not about to let the damned hound know that.
"You think you're pretty special, now don't you?" he said with a smirk, going back to circling Tybalt with a feral sort of expression on his face. His long, taloned fingers tapped against the side of his leg, Ren's eyes never moving away form the ghost's.
"And even if it was LW's idea at first, you were the one who chose to go along with it and put your own spin on things," he continued, then shrugged. "Your attitude annoys me, you know."
He dived forward in a flash of brown patterned wings, feathers fluttering around him as he swung out his arm, catching Tybalt in the side with his claws and flinging him to the side. Ren hadn't managed to be as quick as he had intended, so his aim had been a little off, but he was still pleased he'd managed to actually hit the damn dog.
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[ OOC ]
Second verse, same as the first.
[ HP: 31/40
Damage: 3 ]
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:10 pm
"Yeah well, I'm not asking you to like me." He countered with a dismissive shrug, suppressing the urge to grin at the gryphon when his kick landed home. Instead, his look turned sour.
"Hey wait! When the hell did I ever think I was special?" He asked, baffled by this. Sure, he thought himself to better than Ren, but he didn't think he was special!
.....
Okay, maybe a little!
"Uh... yeah you bet I went along with it!"
By spin did he mean by dumping the entire content of the box on him? Yeah, he admitted that was his idea. But there was no way he was spending more than ten minutes on applying dye to another boil's head! He also wasn't going to bother mentioning that LW had barged into his room and woke him up for this particular prank. No, he had a feeling that might make Ren more angry. Instead, he chose to go with insults. Like usual! Which was also likely to make him angry---but it made Tybalt feel better!
"How long did it take you to get rid of that dye anyways, Melon head?"
It was the wrong thing to do. While wasting his time with petty insults, he ignored Ren's movements completely, which resulted in a belated reaction of his own and having Ren's claws dig into his side--enough to draw out a sharp yelp from the black dog.
"JACK DAMN IT REN!" He yelled, not even bothering to hide his pain as he raked the air with his own claws. Which unfortunately was all it got as he wrapped his other arm around his side and glared.
Tybalt Missed!
HP: 37/40OOC Same as before! Only this time, Tybalt has taken damage and rolled a total of 6 damage resulting in a miss! So now I remove 3 health points from Tybalt's HP count, while Ren's health count remains untouched.
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:40 am
"Good," said Ren, through gritted teeth - he was smiling, however, the smirk still stretching across his face. "Because chances are, I'll never like you."
He completely disregarded Tybalt's outraged denial, adding cheekily "Maybe special in the head - "
Ren was being obnoxious, and he knew it. But this was his shot to actually get one over on Tybalt. The damned black dog had been - no pun intended - dogging his heels for too long, and it was enough to have sent Ren - Mr. Mild Mannered - over the edge.
A scowl flitted across his face as he glared at the ghost boil. "Too long," Ren snarled, and nimbly darted out from Tybalt's swiping hands, the black clawed fingers narrowly missing him. Spinning around, wings flapping and feathers flying in all directions, his taloned hand shot out, shoving against Tybalt's chest as hard as he could as Ren himself propelled himself backwards, digging his claws into the black dog.
"Not so cocky now, are we?" he said, knowing full well that the taunting was immature.
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[ OOC ]
Third verse, same as the second!
[ HP: 31/40
Damage: 8 FINALLY YOU DID SOME GOOD, DECENT DAMAGE, REN OTL ]
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:46 am
"Aww... my heart's breaking." He answered, sarcasm dripping from every word as he removed his hand from his side. Did he really want the gryphon's affection? No. Did he care if he hated his guts? Obviously not.
"In the head!?" He squawked out. Yeah sure he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but c'mon! He wasn't----'special!'
Any retort he might have snapped out was quickly stopped as Ren struck again. This time more fiercely than the last, as talons bit into his chest with enough force and ferocity to send the black dog staggering back. It nearly knocked him off his feet!
That pissed him off!
The second he regained his balance, he lunged forward, claws outstretched as passed the other to regain distance between the two of them. Though not before raking said claws across Ren's face.
It was a shallow wound, but at least it would sting like hell!
Tybalt Hit! 2 damage!
HP: 29/40
OOC Same as before! He rolls a total of 8, so subtract 6, Tybalt successfully lands 2 damage on Ren.
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:50 am
Clearly Ren and Tybalt were two confident, mature creatures of Amityville.
"You Jackdamned b*****d - !"
Or maybe not.
The claws that slashed across his face were not deep cuts, but that did not mean it did not hurt all the same. Ren staggered backwards, raising his arm as on hand slid easily back into its regular form, fingers pressing against his cheek. A string of curses escaped his lips, the look of irritation on the gryphon's face deepening.
"Did the little puppy get mad?" Ren said, an angry smirk twisting his lips upwards. He lunged forward for Tybalt, narrowly missing the black dog as his taloned hand swiped through the air, grappling for the ghost.
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[ OOC ]
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.
I h8 u dice.
[ HP: 29/40
Damage: 0 ]
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 11:25 am
Tybalt snorted at Ren's small outburst and began to circle the gryphon.
"You know I am!" He growled out.
Just talking, or rather, arguing with Ren was making him angry. Never mind that his sleep was disturbed, yet again! All the name calling and accusations he had to deal with now that he was awake, which to be honest, were mostly true, and now the injuries he had to tend to after on top of it all!
Mad was an understatement!
After a few painfully long seconds, the fight continued on. The two aiming to strike one another. Only this time Tybalt was evaded the attack completely and instead of attacking straight away, used this chance to duck behind Ren; safely out of reach. It was a brief moment of safety, but it was enough for him to initiate his attack
Skidding across the ground, Tybalt turned abruptly, dug his toes into the ground and pushed himself off of the ground, lunging for the gryphon's back. Once he was sure he had a firm grip on him, he bared his serrated teeth in what looked like a gruesome grin and sunk them them into the gryphon's shoulder; vicious points easily tearing into flesh.
Tybalt Hit! 5 Damage!
HP: 29/40
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:49 pm
Ren was not really pleased about the fact that he was losing.
To Tybalt, of all people.
He'd let the black dog get under his skin; it was the truth. That, and the fact that they were both spitting insults back and forth at each other was probably not helping their cases a bit on either side. But there was something about Tybalt that always grated on Ren's nerves, something he could not quite put into words. He felt only a little bad about fighting with LW's friend.
But only a little.
"OW! JACK DAMNATION - !"
Tybalt had BIT him - and it was not a particularly pleasant feeling. Ren let out a roar of mixed anger and pain, reaching up and digging his talons into the dog. With a great deal of effort, he flung the ghost boil forward and off of him, following closely to leap on top of him and attempt to knee him in the stomach.
[ HP: 24/40
Target: Tybalt.
Damage: 3
FEAR Attack: A certain tone of Ren's voice can cause bursts of air to slice towards his opponent. It's more powerful when his opponent is within visual and vocal range, but again depends on how energetic the both of them are. ]
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 2:29 pm
Tybalt hissed out a breath as the talons dug in, easily allowing the gryphon to toss the black dog off and preventing him from causing any further damage. Though if anything, it looked like the black dog did nothing more than enrage the other boil further.
Great.
Spitting out a bloody wad of spit, he landed on the ground awkwardly. His arms stinging thanks to the fresh wounds he had aquired. Wounds he didn't even have chance to glance at before he was attacked again. Hell! He didn't even have enough time to recover his battle stance, before Ren moved in for another strike.
"Shi--!"
Too late to brace himself for impact, the black dog took the knee to the stomach and coughed. If he were any other species, other than a ghost, he might have even barfed. Which as funny as that would have been, seeing the expression on the gryphon's face after being hit by projectile vomit, he was thankful he hadn't.
"Geez! You look like you're angry... Aren't you the one who wanted this damn fight to begin with?" He snarled, throwing a punch at the boil's chin before phasing right through him and forcing his own form into invisibility the moment he was out of range.
At least he'd make a difficult target.
HP: 26/40
Target: Ren
Damage: 1
FEAR: Discharge ( Y1 ) / Re-strike ( Y2 ) - Tybalt is capable of striking his opponent with bolts of blue lightning.
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:33 pm
"Only because I figured we needed to get this over with eventually," Ren snapped back, just as Tybalt dissipated into complete nothingness.
Great. He's invisible.
His head had snapped back at the punch to his chin, which meant that now his neck hurt more than it should have. His eyes moved around, looking for any sign of the black dog, but Tybalt was too used to this.
He swung out, trying to find one, but only caught air.
[ HP: 23/40
Target: Tybalt.
Damage: 0.
FEAR Attack: A certain tone of Ren's voice can cause bursts of air to slice towards his opponent. It's more powerful when his opponent is within visual and vocal range, but again depends on how energetic the both of them are. ]
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:09 pm
"And it couldn't wait until--I don't know, later in the day?" He snorted. Of course he'd pick an hour as crummy as this! Anything to piss him off was likely to be a delightful idea to the idiot bird!
Tybalt continued to keep up his invisibility. Between that and the natural silence that came with being a ghost, he was able to move right in on him. In fact, he was about to strike, when Ren raked the air in an attempt to hit him. He missed, luckily, but the attack was enough to cause him to jump back and miss his chance at landing a hit.
HP: 26/40
Target: Ren
Damage: 0
FEAR: Discharge ( Y1 ) / Re-strike ( Y2 ) - Tybalt is capable of striking his opponent with bolts of blue lightning.
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