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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:02 am
"Come onnnnn!" Freya was practically dragging the giant draugr all the way to the gym. Sometimes, she failed at dragging, and just tugged at an unmoving statue. But she never gave up - and eventually she got him there. She let go and opened the door, jumping inside with a violent excitement.
"We do this in our family all the times, Herryk! I am goings teh fight Hel soon, and I needs practice! Now you come and fights me or so helps me, I will finds someone who doesn't love me and he will beats me so hard I CRY."
Her eyes opened wide, threateningly, and she waggled a finger.
"Come gets it, baby boil, or someone else will."
Oh, snap.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:09 am
If someone were to ask Herryk what his worst nightmare was, the answer would be someone killing all of his foxfires.
If someone were to ask Herryk what made him want to curl up into a ball of terrible pain, sorrowful agony and never-ending despair, the answer would be sparring with his ghoulfriend.
"Why does Herryk have to fight with Freya?" His voice was a mixture of horror and apprehension. The draugr's stance made it quite obvious that he had no desire to do this.
However at her bratty little threat, Herryk gave a sigh of resignation. She would do it, Herryk had no doubt in his mind.
"Fine. But when Herryk beats Freya at this spar, he does not want to hear any crying." Maybe they could lay out some terms, actually. Something that actually gave him an incentive to win. Herryk's face brightened.
"If Herryk wins, Freya has to... do that thing. The one she did the night of Sif's wedding." He gave her a heavy-lidded look.
"If Freya wins, Herryk will buy her some shoes or something."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:25 am
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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:26 am
Freya's excitement turned to something else, something that made her cheeks burn red and her breath turn shallow. "HERRYK!" She screeched, biting her lip to keep the giggles down. "All right, whatever yeh wants, I don't mind. So long as we fights!"
Why would they fight? "We gots teh get stronger!" She'd spent her whole life fighting the people she loved, what made Herryk any different? "Plus, it'll be fun!"
Fun for her, at least.
She turned around, opened up the palm of her hand and summoned her scythe, and made a rather fetching fighting pose. "Yeh ready for me, baby boil?"
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bipolar bee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:30 am
Whatever he wanted? If she only knew.
"Yes, we fight to get stronger, now let Herryk beat Freya so he can get these things he wants."
He flashed her a cheeky grin, narrowed his eyes and formed his large hands into fists.
"Herryk is ready for his ladybird. The question is, is ladybird ready for Herryk?"
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bipolar bee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:32 am
Having delivered that little dig, Herryk took a moment to decide what he should do next. He didn't want to smash a fist into her face -- he did love looking at her pretty features, after all -- so that was out of the question. Herryk didn't want to pull her hair or kick her in the stomach either. Neither of those sounded like things that would be fun to do, and he really, really didn't want to hurt her.
With a resigned sigh, Herryk moved forward and shot out a fist, aiming it at her shoulder. It wasn't a solid, direct hit, but it did have some momentum.
HP: 30/30 Damage: 2
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Nio Love rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:39 am
"WHAT IS THAT p***y HITS, BABY BOIL!" Freya felt the hit, sure, and she stumbled back, but she knew he could do better. She grinned madly, jumping up to try and punch him on the shoulder - she managed it, but at a price. Having to jump for a punch never made it very strong.
But at least SHE was giving her her all. JEEZ, HERRYK.
HP: 28 Damage: 2
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bipolar bee rolled 4 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 1, 4
Total: 11 (4-16)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:41 am
"p***y hits? p***y hits?"
Herryk sighed. Fine. She wanted to fight? She would get a fight. His victory would be so, so sweet.
His fists grew a little larger, his FEAR redistributing there to make them a bit heftier. Herryk gave her an almost apologetic look before he slammed his heavy fist into her stomach.
"Aughh, Freya, Herryk is so sorry!" Did he sound like he was going to cry?
Yes, yes he did.
HP: 28/30 Damage: 8
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:44 am
((******** YOU WRONG DICE))
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Nio Love rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:46 am
Freya just kind of stood there and watched his fists get bigger. She'd seen Herryk's size changing capabilities in action before, but she'd never had a chance to just watch it happen, especially not with just one particular part of his body. Her head turned to the side, and her lips parted as she vaguely began to ask if he could do that with every part of him, when her breath was slammed out of her and she flew through the air, landing directly on her a** several feet away. Her body slid across the floor, with a sickening squealing sound.
A few seconds passed before she sat back up, cradled her stomach, where the scar that stretched across it started to ache, and grinned.
"That's more likes it."
HP: 20 Damage: 0
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bipolar bee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:51 am
Herryk bit his lip and fought the urge to sweep her up in his arms. No, this was what they both needed, right? At least she was fighting him as opposed to fighting some other boil who would find joy in landing solid hits.
Herryk was finding no joy in this.
"Ladybird, Herryk does not want to do this," he groaned. No, he didn't want to do this. Not at all. The thought of what he'd get when he won almost wasn't worth it.
Almost.
She was seated and defenseless. Herryk sighed and shook his head a moment before he placed his booted foot against her chest and pushed backwards with a moderate amount of force.
HP: 28/30 Damage: 4
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Nio Love rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:57 am
"Ladybird always wants to-"
Herryk kicked her right in the boob. Ow.
She slid back across the floor even more, and laughed herself right back down into a lying position.
"Herryk, I'm beginnings teh thinks yeh really wants teh win." She giggled, even as she gasped for breath.
HP: 16 Damage: 0
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bipolar bee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:01 am
"FREYA THIS IS NOT FUNNY TO HERRYK but yes he wants to win BUT HE DID NOT HAVE TO SPAR FREYA but since Freya wanted to spar Herryk did not want to say no AND NOW HERRYK IS GOING TO HAVE TO HURT FREYA TO GET WHAT HE WANTS even though he does not want to do this stupid spar."
Stupid spar. Stupid. The stupidest.
"This is not funny Freya, and Herryk does not like doing this. Now stand up and fight Herryk instead of laughing."
He reached down, took her wrist, hauled her up and fairly tossed her across the floor.
HP: 28/30 Damage: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:03 am
As not funny as it was, even as she spun across the floor again, she was practically bawling with laughter. Apparently, Herryk was really mad at the idea of beating her up - but he was just so good at it.
"OKAY OKAY OKAY." She finally yelped out, stumbling back to her feet and wobbling over to him. "..Okay." She had stopped laughing, until that last okay, and then she giggled all over again. She tried to put on an overly-serious face, and just looked silly. "Freya is serious abouts this fights now. Freya is goings teh kick Herryk's fine, taut a**."
Mmm.
She reached up and punched him, but she was distracted by thoughts.
HP: 11 Damage: 2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:06 am
That laughter that he usually felt so endearing and adorable, that smile that could ignite his passion quicker than anything else in the world?
It was starting to really piss him off.
Herryk reached forward, knotted that braid around his fist, and pulled.
Hard. HP: 26/30 Damage: 4
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