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Lucyal rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:13 pm
It was that time.
Hel stood in the middle of the outdoor arena, her mouth set in a firm line as she doubled check the straps on her gauntlet and her greaves. Everything was secured, and good to go. She even brought along her helmet for this battle, and pulled the visor down. It was a no nonsense time…upon Mot’s arrival she was raring and ready to go. Despite her excitement for this, her stomach was knotted as well. They both trained hard…what was she to expect at the end of this battle?
Regardless, as her opponent made his appearance, Hel summoned her spear and pointed it at him.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:17 pm
Mot was a bundle of nerves the day of the battle.
He paced his room, rolled in a ball on the floor, Foofoo mimicking his master's actions---when did FooFoo get back from his adventures!? Oh well.
Finally, the time had come, and Mot set out to the gym. He was dressed to impress, spurs sharp and clicking cleanly. They echoed through the gymnasium, standing ten feet from Hel. Wow. She was intimidating looking. He gulped lowly, rolling his shoulders.
After she summoned her spear, his guts became steel. He grinned then, raising his hands. Defeat? No..
Smoky fear billowed around his palms, two revolvers materializing attached to two separate chains. "I learned a new trick~."
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:19 pm
Hel was rather amused that Mot came dressed to impressed…but secretly she thought he always looked pretty classy, but today more so than usual. She was flattered he came like that to their duel. Underneath her helm, the reaper blinked as he seemed to be throwing up his hands—no…he jack damn better not…
Then he summoned two revolvers.
Hel blinked, not that Mot could see. Her lips pulled into a smirk now though. Oh ho…”...It’s just starting…and I am impressed already…not bad, Mot, not bad.” The ghoul only held her stand for a moment longer though, and the next she was lunging at the reaper, her spear outstretch to lance him.
HP: 40/40
Damage: 7
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:21 pm
He grinned. Good, she was impressed. Still, he knew enough not to get cocky. He'd never battled a ghoul. Never battled Hel. He let his grin fall, steeling himself to be ready for an attack.
She came at him, and he readied himself, but not enough to realize how hard she'd hit.
e hissed, turning and running from her attack range, shooting over his shoulder at her.
HP: 33/40
Damage: 1
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:26 pm
Hel grinned as she struck Mot, and her grin widened as he tried to move away from her. Heh, she heard about what happened to Roch! Also, a possibly downside to them battling was that she was very well aware of Mot’s weak point…so to keep close range on him would easily be to her advantage. Thus as Mot took off, Hel was hot on his spurred heels, easily closing the distance between them with a flap of her wings.
The bullet that he shot at her just simply graze her, and while his back was turned to her, Hel jutted out her knee and struck him in the back.
HP: 39/40
Damage: 6
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:53 pm
HP: 27
Damage: 3
Mot grunted from the hit, nearly tripping over himself before turning to face Hel properly. The hit had hurt quite a bit, but it was still the beginning. No time to fuss.
So, as he turned, he backhanded the ghoul with the butt of his pistol.
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:56 pm
Hel honestly hadn’t been expecting to be pistol whipped, so when Mot turned around and she felt the butt of the gun strike her cheek, it stung.
Still, it wasn’t that bad of a hit.
The reaper, with Mot still close to her, pulled her spear back and swung it at him. “Come on, cowboil.” The ghoul sneered. “I thought you did more training than this! If I knew I was going to land hits this easily, I would have capped my fear at year one for you!”
HP: 36/40
Damage: 5
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:06 pm
HP: 22
Damage: 6
Mot took the hit, hissing a bit but not backing away. He knew she was goading him, so he tried not to let it bother him.
"I've only just begun, little lady." Mot said calmly, pointing both pistols at Hel and firing both at once.
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:08 pm
Hel had also been expecting Mot to run away again, so instead as she leaned forward only to find herself at the end of two barrels, it was another thing she wasn’t expecting.
“Ack!” The reaper recoiled as the cowboil landed a pretty decent hit, stumbling back. It still didn’t seem like enough to slow her down though, as she easily countered by thrusting her spear at him. “I think it’s a little too late! Pick up the pace, eh?” Dear Jack...at the rate she was going...she was starting to feel secure that her fondess for someone would continue to remain a secret...and that someone would be telling Lizzy the truth later...
HP: 30/40
Damage: 7
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:26 pm
HP: 15
Damage: 3
Crap.
Crap crap crap crap!!!!
All that training and he could barely touch her! His hissed at the hit he'd taken, staggering backward, narrowing his eyes at his opponent. Was he taking it easy on her? Was he not doing his best? Mot was starting to doubt himself more and more. Why wasn't he good enough?
He gritted his teeth and took another shot at her.
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Lucyal rolled 3 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 2
Total: 8 (3-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:34 pm
This time, Hel drew back, her brows furrowing as Mot landed another shot at her, though it wasn’t as strong as the last one.
The ghoul twirled her spear and then tapped it firmly onto the ground, lifting a finger to point it at the cowboil. Hel started to cast then, unleashing her mind FEAR upon him. Was she stalling? No, she didn’t think so. It’d be a shame for the battle to end so quickly though…
HP: 27/40
Damage: FEAR Attack – The Mind - Success! / changes your opponent's damage modifier from -6 to -8 / affects your opponent's next two turns
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:44 pm
Mot paused, staring at the ghoul and her actions. He'd never seen a spell performed such as this.
Suddenly, his mind became fuzzy, and he felt tired, fatigues. He groaned, staggering back a bit and holding his hands near his head. "What did you..." Mot faught to stay sharp, his sight blurring slightly.
s**t.
HP: 15
Damage: --
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:46 pm
That was a rather gorgeous spell if she did say so herself.
The reaper seemed please to see the spell taking hold so quickly and effectively, and as Mot hesitated, she closed the distance between them once more to strike at him. Hel clucked her tongue. “I told you it would be beneficial to sleep more, Mot!”
HP: 27/40
Damage: 6
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:57 pm
HP: 9
Damage: 2
Mot cried out from another hit from Hel's spear. He couldn't even bring up his chains to block the hits. The world was spinning.
"Dammit.."
Mot manged to shoot at the ghoul, before moving to attempt to dodge another hit.
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:59 pm
It was another shot that barely fazed her, and Hel felt herself on the march to victory. She felt like this battle was drawing to a close, as she closed the distance between Mot and herself once more, lancing him again. “Come on, Mot.” She urged, no longer amused.
“I was expecting more than this.”
HP: 25/40
Damage: 5
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