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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:03 pm
The world might have seen nothing but dust and blood when Robert and Rep fought their way into the poker game recently. And perhaps all they'd heard is the curses, the screams, the insults, and most often, the manly grunts. So very manly.
But in fact, a conversation had been had during that fight. And the conversation involved compromise. Robert may have had the means to force Rep to that party, but he wasn't really the kind of man who wanted to brute force another man (unless they were scrawny and deserved it.) So instead, while they battled like men, they compromised like diplomats.
The end result of that compromise had them here, on the sparring field, where they would test their mettle once and for all to determine which one of them would be submitting to the other (in a completely non-sexual way, this was made very clear and probably the cause of half of the fight), from now on.
Robert was going to win this fight, even if he had to play dirty.
"Hurry up, Annie, I ain't got all day." He kissed the coin, and flipped it up in the air to summon his weapon. Just like Robert, Jezebel was in a rare good mood today. She wanted to win this fight just as much as he did.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:16 pm
Some fight were personal, like the fight with Ro. Some were emotional, like Jordan afterwards. Some fight though, you just had to ******** win for the sake of your manliness. This was one of those fights. Robert, despite being a somewhat friendly sort of bloke intimidated the hell out of Rep and had since the first time he'd gotten close enough to realise that aye, he really was that tall. The fact he could pick him up was another insult to his pride and had been driven home at the poker game. A fight like this was ultimately inevitable and a long time coming.
Rep had to roll his eyes, strolling onto the training field with the air of someone doing nothing more than taking a simple walk.
But his hands were clenched tightly and for whatever reason, he found himself humming a little tune under his breath nervously, it wasn't often he was so intent on winning, normally getting his a** kicked was a fully acceptable compromise.
Stopping in front of Robert he said nothing, simply held out his right hand to summon Tracey, letting it drop with the weight of the massive axe.
"Let's roll."
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:24 pm
Tracey being so demanding was making him nervous. He was meant to be the one dishing out the orders here.
It was probably why when he did actually swing, he wasn't quite as refined as snappy as usual, the blow glancing at best, making him snarl irritably.
<>
more fear.>
HP 50/50
DMG: 2
CHARGE: 1/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:48 pm
It wasn't often that Robert let himself be intimidated by someone elses weapon. Only one other person had that ability, and she didn't have a p***s, so that didn't count. When he felt - not saw, but felt - Tracey hit the ground, one of his eyebrows arched high. He felt the completely inappropriate admiration emanating from his own weapon, but of course, she wasn't very interested in how it would fare in a fight.
I bet that's not all that's big-
Thanks, Jazzy. Thanks.
Robert lifted Jezebel up to the defensive position, and waited for the mighty swing that slammed into him-
Or knicked him, as it were. Still, he was pretty sure he'd just thrown his heart up in his throat when that thing came at him.
"That's got a sick range." He muttered under his breath. How was he going to fight a weapon of that size? How did he fight Clarice? He remembered the only trick that worked on her, and hoped it would be enough.
Robert used Jezebel to get a running start, before jumping to land on Tracey, running up the length of the weapon, and slicing away once he was at the handle.
HP: 48/50
Damage: 6
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:56 pm
Rep nodded grimly. The range on Tracey was good. He didn't add it was also the primary weakness of the weapon - but apparently right now he didn't have to. It seemed Robert had an idea in mind that no one else thus far had so much as tried. Rep could only look on in absolute confusion as the larger man leapt up onto the axe and used him to get into close range to slash out with Jezebel once he was near enough.
"The ******** was touching Tracey. With his feet. Awful, awful, off.
For the first time in a long while Rep was left at a complete loss of what to do - he couldn't move Tracey for a few long moments, panicking almost ready to let go of him and desummon to resummon before Tracey half screeched.
Rep was too startled to even mentally titter at the innuendo, just doing exactly what he was told, hauling the axe with all the force he had to haul it free and bring it around ready for the next attack.
HP 44/50
DMG: MISS LIKE A ******** BOSS
CHARGE: 1/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:23 pm
Robert remembered, a moment too late, that this had been the exact same problem the first time he'd tried this trick. Clarice had thrown him right off the sword, and sent him flying. But Rep had hesitated, and the look on his face made Robert swell with confidence, so when the axe started to rise up and try to buck him off, Robert pushed off with all his might and jumped backwards first, vaulting in a backwards somersault that had him landing on the ground behind the quickly disappearing weapon. Of course, he felt the rush of the tip against his chin just as he leaned back, but a miss was a miss, no matter how close it came. Rep held the weapon ready for another attack, and Robert knew he wasn't going to fall for the same trick twice.
The acrobatics were over. (But Clerise would have been so proud.)
"Good thing about Jazzy here, she's too thin for anybody to try that trick. Except maybe Clerise. She's used to the tightrope." Robert swung the batleth around behind him, and brought the weapon in for a swing. But how was he going to avoid that axe..
HP: 48/50
Damage: 6
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:27 pm
It was damn hard to focus when Rep wasn't entirely sure what Robert would do next. It became less about flat out offense as most of his battles were, and more about trying to keep the distance between them. He started thinking too hard about stopping the other man from repeating the gesture that had left him temporarily unarmed and not enough about actually hitting him the way he was meant to be.
"I couldn't do it anyway even if they were wide enough." he snarled irritably. "I'm not a ********' like, nimble little ********' fairy." It sounded less like an insult and more a ragged edge of jealousy.
Tracey in his head was irritable and jonesing. It wasn't helping him focus.
The momentum of the swing he'd started was deflected in a clang by the batleth swing, which hurt a surprising amount for what initially he'd considered wasn't a very threatening weapon. It had been a stupid miscalculation, Robert was a ******** more nimble than his tall stature suggested and the damn thing was like an extension of that.
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Once again he let panic get more of an edge on him and found himself once again focusing less on the offensive side of the fight and more on backing off from the tangle of blades to give himself room to manoeuvre Tracey.
not. Please. Dear I'm usually very tolerant of this but you are being intimidated. He doesn't bite. We do. Now come on.> He was so very close, he needed his last little fix of siphoned shield to drag them both into a blaze of glory or disaster and yet Rep was showing all the focus of a horse in a rock concert.
HP 39/50
DMG: 1
CHARGE: 2/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 9
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:56 pm
Being called a fairy was the kind of insult that made Robert's blood boil. He fought with every fiber of his being against that kind of labeling, despite his profession. And he'd done, and sacrificed, much to make sure people had no reason to call him anything resembling a fairy, or any other happy little tights wearing creature.
But somehow, when Rep said it, with his little accent and his failed attempt to put Robert in the ground with a giant ******** axe, it didn't sting the way it normally did.
Maybe he was just growing a tougher skin. Or, maybe he knew people were probably judging Rep as hard as he tried to judge everyone else, lately. All Robert knew was, when Rep called him a fairy, he didn't want to make him eat that entire axe of his. He just smirked, snorting out a laugh, and ducked down to swing Jezebel fluidly around, spinning on a pointed toe.
If Rep wanted a fairy, Robert was going to show him a mother ******** fairy.
HP: 47
Damage: 8
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 2
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 4:16 pm
Rep was relieved that Robert didn't take the jibe as a serious barbed insult. If he meant to slight the other man's masculinity he'd have gone after him guns blazing. The counter was harsh, but no harsher than he expected from the other man based on the rest of this battle. There was little point in even attempting to twist to deflect, he could be in and out again in a heartbeat.
Tracey's frustrations were distracting him a great deal, used to the fallen angel being cool and collected rather than a bristling ball of claws and feathers in his mind. He'd likely been sparring too much lately, getting the weapon worked up from the constant addictive influx of power and release.
Just one more swing he found himself thinking, sharp and desperate, Tracey aligned up with his thoughts neatly.
This time the swing was better, far more on target than he'd being, coming around in a clean arc that sent a shock of fear right to where they both wanted it.
The runes positively hummed.
HP 31/50
DMG: 6
CHARGE: 3/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 4:43 pm
"FINALLY!" Robert teased the man, as the giant weapon connected hard and solid against his fear shield, crackling the energy and forcing him back. That was the kind of thing he'd expected from both Rep, and then his weapon, when he'd seen it. Now he knew it was time to up the stakes.
He rubbed his sore side for a moment, before a cheeky grin plastered on his face, and he spun the batleth with both hands, rotating it until it blurred. He spun and spun, merely just for show, or a bit of distraction.
When the distraction was complete, Jezebel was up in the air, and Robert was coming down hard on Rep, having leapt up just enough to drop his full weight down into the attack.
HP: 41
Damage: 10
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Baneful rolled 10 12-sided dice:
9, 3, 11, 1, 7, 5, 8, 6, 8, 4
Total: 62 (10-120)
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 5:18 pm
The entire fight had been a lesson in his weaknesses for Rep, Robert's weapon was very neatly suited to all the gaps in Tracey's defence and he almost wondered if that was why the weapon was as bristly and defensive as he had been all battle. It was unusual and out of sorts and really hadn't helped him in the least thus far. He felt at a disadvantage he couldn't place, reaching for his usual solid confidence and finding nothing in its place.
But at least now there was a charge, the deep low thrum of power that laced through every vein and tendon. Everything slowed in the moment.
Tracey snarled, a sharp feral voice in his head.
Robert was going to hit his shield like the ******** fist of an angry god and Tracey wanted him to just stand there. So he did, the blow rattling down through his fear shield like a punch to the gut, striking the shoulder nearest with a painful backlash, it winded him, but panting, he reached for the charge again and this time let it carry him. There was no room for him to say the cocky things he wanted to in an attempt to salvage pride, it was a last ditch attempt and he knew it.
His thoughts were of feathers like razors, claws sharp and wicked to match the hidden smile as he lunged forward into the space between them in the wake of Robert's attack, bringing Tracey up from a low forward lunge, using the leading edge and his hook to land a blow that took absolutely everything he had. But still there was that mental latency. The attack was quick, but unsynched, nothing of the perfectly in step mirroring that had carried him through his fights with Ro and Otto, just a good solid hit and little else. But it took it's toll on him, as soon as the charge itself and its power ebbed away, he immediately let the head of the axe drop to the floor of the training area.
<The shield. > Tracey sighed.
Rep rolled his eyes lazily, trying to playfully wave off the disaster that had been the fight. "Heh. I submit. I normally fight better than that, honest."
"Damn good show though, you are ******** faster than you look big guy."
He stood up straight and eyed Tracey suspiciously, his runes now banked to a low almost completely absent glow, like faint embers. "I dunno what Tracey's problem is."
HP 1/50
DMG: 22
CHARGE: 0/3
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 6:46 pm
Everything seemed to be going rather perfectly. Robert saw the weapon coming for him, and he knew it was going to hurt, but it was expected. There was nothing to warn him that the hit was going to knock him back so hard, or take the wind right out of him. When Robert's body made contact with Tracey, his smug look was wiped off his face as he bent nearly in half by the hit, only to be thrown several feet back and land roughly on the ground. It made pain shoot out from every muscle, but as badly as it hurt, he was still able to stand and face his sparring partner for one more round.
But it seemed his partner couldn't do the same. There was something unfulfilling about knowing he'd only won the spar because Rep hit himself so hard it knocked his shield off. It only enhanced Rep's strength, not Robert's. It was a bittersweet victory.
"I am. But you ain't seen nothing yet. Maybe next time we spar, you won't go knocking yourself out before I can show you what I can really do." The smile returned, and he held his arm out, waiting to grab Rep's in a friendly shake.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 7:19 pm
Rep smirked faintly, almost glad he'd managed to sidestep out of a complete defeat. It did subtly diminish the sheer beating he'd been taking up till that point, saving a little of his pride.
He shook Robert's hand, trying to keep the shakiness out of it, his nerves still shot from trying to pretend it had been no problem at all. "Hopefully not. When it hurts it really ******** hurts, this time I got off light with just a shield out. Nearly murdered myself in the shadow run when I got the cuff off by dropping ******** Tracey on myself during a charge."
At least he'd landed a sun worthy hit. Even if it was mirrored right back at him, he hadn't made a complete ******** idiot of himself to one of the people he actually really sort of wanted to impress.
"But aye, anytime man. Sparring's what I live for, only way to get better."
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 6:32 am
There was a warm camaraderie felt when Rep told him sparring was what he lived for, and Robert's big, dopey grin mirrored the feeling. "Sweet. I feel the same way. Now I know who to bug when I've got the itch. Which is like, ********, every goddamn minute nowadays, ********." He smacked Rep on the shoulder. "You're all right yeah? I'm starving. Good fight like that makes me hungry." Everything made him hungry. "Let's go spar some ********' chicken now."
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 10:38 am
"I ******** know that feeling." he sympathised, "So aye, like I say absolutely anytime. I don't do much else on this boring bloody island." The smack though light knocked his shield fully offline, rather than get annoyed he had to laugh as Tracey started a tirade of complaints about this fact.
"Fighting always makes me pretty ravenous too. Lead the way bigman."
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