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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:55 pm
The Stadium:pinch is a doodie
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 6:19 pm
Herryk had been waiting for what felt like forever for Riley to show up. As he paced in tight circles, every so often pausing to glance around, Herryk couldn't help but look forward to sparring with the mindflayer.
If only she would show up.
Hefting his broad shoulders in a shrug, Herryk continued pacing. How much primping did one ghoul have to do? Hadn't she said that a shower shouldn't take too long? Herryk was eager to spar, he had no interest in the ghouly things that females did when preparing themselves for spars!
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 6:47 pm
Riley had not taken that long, Herryk was just an impatientpants who couldn't wait ten minutes for a ghoul to change clothes. What a jerk.
Nevertheless, she showed up on her own time, and walked straight up to Herryk, deftly ignoring the sparring couples nearby in favor of standing right in front of the boil who was waiting for her, and nudging him with one tentacle on his shoulder.
Hello, Herryk. I'm ready for you. What would you prefer, hand to hand, or did you want to use weapons?
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 7:18 pm
Herryk grunted, pointedly watching that tentacle reach out before it nudged his shoulder. Lifting an eyebrow, her switched his gaze over to the ghoul herself, a ghost of a grin hinting around his lips.
So she was ready for him, hmm?
"Herryk would enjoy more practice with weaponry. While Herryk has learned much in the ways of handling weapons over the past few days," he paused, chuckling, "Herryk needs all the practice he can get."
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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 8:56 pm
In truth, Riley had been hoping he was going to request a weaponless battle. She wanted to test her strength against his, but she had also expected to lose that battle. When he mentioned weapons, Riley hopped away, pleasantly plucking a spear from the array of weapons on the wall, and twirling it like a helicopter blade in front of her.
Okay, big boil. Go pick your poison.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:08 pm
Herryk grinned when Riley ordered him to pick his poison. This was going to be entertaining. He had no doubt she was going to school him, but it wasn't often that he could come up against such magnificence during battle; he'd rather punch himself below the belt than spar against his Freya again.
He approached the weapon rack and took a long moment to browse the weapons. He finally decided on a withdrew a rather large, wicked-looking sword. The hilt was decorated with feathers and crude beads, and before he moved in to attack, Herryk slashed the blade before himself a few times. That felt nice.
Herryk gave Riley a very, very toothy smile... an instant before he leapt into action.
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:19 pm
His first attack was embarrassingly off, and Herryk knew it. It would take the draugr some time before he familiarized himself with the weight of the weapon in his grip. He forced himself to slow down, to calm his nerves.
This was a friendly spar, after all.
Even still, Herryk hated to lose. Narrowing his eyes at the mindflayer, he took a few steps backward. Her weapon had a bit more range than his own, but he was going to make her work for contact.
TAR: Riley's fine purple a**
DMG: Miss
HP: 40/40
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 9
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:46 pm
Herryk was a fine specimen of a man. Malodore would have loved to watch his muscles flex every time he moved, so visible under the taut skin he left exposed. There was obvious power there - so both of Riley's eyebrows lifted up when Herryk chose a sword. She had expected him to pick a more brutal weapon, like a club or a hammer. Something to knock her over the head with and end the spar in one solid knockout. She didn't expect him to go for the more elegant choice, but it impressed her nonetheless.
She slid out of the way of his first slice, easily moving to dodge it and taking her chance at the opening he left. Her entire body slammed against Herryk, though it wasn't as hard of a hit as she would have liked - and the spear, held out longways, came up to his throat to constrict him.
The spear was turned to one side, knocking him right over the side of his head, before she jumped back and resumed a defensive stance. Again, she challenged, waiting for his next move.
HP: 50
Damage: 8
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:06 pm
When Riley brought the shaft of the spear up against his throat, Herryk smirked. If he'd needed to draw breath, such a move would have placed the draugr in a sticky spot. As it was, Herryk was able to regroup for a brief moment, just before she used the spear as some sort of bludgeoning weapon.
Herryk saw stars. He took a long moment, just staring at Riley dazedly as he tried to see straight at the very least. Herryk's head throbbed; he hadn't been expecting such a move.
Again? All Herryk could manage was a very non-threatening stumble-step forward as he clutched at his head.
DMG: 0
HP: 32/40
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:07 pm
Riley liked a challenge. That was why she'd asked Herryk to spar with her, because he looked like a challenge. But after a week's worth of sparring seasoned warriors and clansmen, Riley realized Herryk might not have been ready to take her on. She silently promised she'd give him another chance when he was stronger, but for now, she swept him off of his feet with her tentacles, and pinned his arms and legs down with each of them. Then she stood over his prone form, brought her spear to his stomach, and slammed the blunt end down on it, hard.
You've got to work harder than that to beat me, Herryk. Riley stood there, refusing to back down, her spear now pointing at his neck. This is not a yield. Get me off, or you lose this fight.
HP: 50
Damage: 10
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:16 pm
Days of exhaustive training, despite long stretches of meditation between, had left Herryk off his game. He did not find himself as active back home as he had been here. Back home there were no weapons to be used, constant activity that left his undead muscles weary and aching. And yet he hadn't been able to turn down the chance to spar with Riley; she was a year past him in school, and so to see how well he'd fare against such a ghoul was an opportunity that he could not deny himself.
Perhaps if the draugr was a smarter boil... perhaps if he were smarter he would not be at the mercy of this ghoul.
Baring his teeth at the amazonian-like ghoul that towered over him, Herryk found himself in quite the predicament. Well and truly pinned, he was... and yet her words incited something like fury deep within his gut. Narrowing his eyes and pushing each muscle as far as he could, Herryk did his best to wrench away. In doing so he clapped the flat edge of the blade firmly against her hip before making an attempt to roll away. Not the contact that he would have liked to make, but it was contact nonetheless.
DMG: 3
HP: 22/40
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:20 pm
Herryk made a solid hit, and Riley watched him shuffle away, as her tentacles retracted and went limp in wait. She rubbed where the blade her hit, the sting of a soon to be welt throbbing against her skin, and her face pinched in determination. At least now, Herryk was playing for keeps - and she would have a fight on her hands.
She would still win, but it was only fun when they fought back.
Riley growled low, a sound that was audible, and came from her tentacles, not her mind. She crouched low against the ground, a feral position that looked about ready to pounce her prey - but she did not forget that they were playing with toys, and not sheer force. She looked as though she would play by the rules, but only barely.
When she twirled her spear in front of her, she charged forward, the long weapon slamming against one side of Herryk's body before she used the force of the hit to propel herself away, and was suddenly behind the boil. She leapt onto his back, claws at his throat.
Sorry. I cheat.
HP: 47
Damage: 8
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:38 pm
She fought dirty. She fought capably. She fought like a ghoul who knew exactly how to strike where it hurt - and Herryk was failing miserably. Riley was lithe muscle and quick movements, and Herryk felt like a lumbering mountain; no grace, no elegance.
He said nothing, merely struggling to throw her - and failing in spectacular ways. Everywhere he turned there were claws or tentacles, and Herryk knew he was outmatched.
He simply wasn't ready to yield just yet.
DMG: 0
HP: 14/40
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 9
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:40 pm
The one thing that Riley liked about Herryk, was that he refused to give up. The fight was one sided, but that did not stop Herryk in the slightest. He would keep trying, until the very last drop of Fear left him, and for that, Riley truly admired him. She offered a fair hit this time, out of respect for this very admirable trait he possessed. Her spear came at him, pointed end slicing through his Fear shield and nicking him right on his shoulder.
HP: 47
Damage: 5
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:58 pm
Herryk watched the blade come towards him, but he couldn't move quickly enough. There was a brief, searing moment of pain as the tip of the blade sliced through the skin of his shoulder. It was an annoying ache, more than anything, and yet it seemed to spur him on despite the blackish blood that welled up.
Herryk charged at the mindflayer, his weapon lashing out. It was his strongest hit yet - yet part of him knew that it would likely be his last attack if he wanted to walk away from this spar of his own volition.
DMG: 6
HP: 9/40
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