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 Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:57 am
Pey was on the training field, but right that second she wasn't training. Instead she was sitting on the edge, drinking a soda she'd gotten from the cafeteria, and staring off in the direction of the training courses. So far she hadn't gone and checked any of them out, but she was curious. < If you're so curious, why don't you just go check it out?> I will! Just not right now. < Why not now?> To that she didn't have a real answer, so she took a drink of her soda, snorting softly. Warrick gave a satisfied chuckle in her head.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 5:24 pm
In Rep's case he was training on the fields, he'd just gotten there but was already working up a sweat against the dummies. Tracey was out and he was practising both momentum and gaining height, with a great deal of focus on precision as and when he actually struck. After all, obliterating all the available training dummies was actively discouraged and he couldn't afford more repair costs.
He didn't notice spectators until he took a break when the wood finally splintered under the massive axe, wandering over to retrieve the can of Irn Bru he'd brought with him from next to his coat, sitting down not far from Pey. "Awright?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 7:03 pm
The blonde looked up at Rep came to join her and set her soda aside. "Ya, I'm fine. Just thinkin'." Thin shoulders rolled as she stole another peek at the training courses, before glancing around Rep towards the series of destroyed dummies. She'd watched him for a minute or two when she'd first gotten there, but didn't figure he'd want an audience. Now she kinda wish she'd have kept on watching, cause that amount of damage was just impressive. "Nice," she commented, nodding at the carnage. Drawing her knees up, she looped her arms around them, chin coming down to rest on top. "So Tracy is an insanely ******** large ax, huh?" She wasn't going to lie, that had been a little surprising. Having met the angel, and having been taller, she'd been expecting something different.
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Baneful rolled 0-sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 7:25 pm
"Not so nice." he said grudgingly. "It's one thing to do a lot of damage, its another to ******** control it." He'd still broken the dummy after all, which hadn't actually been his intention.
He nodded. "Aye. He just kept growing and now I can't even ******** summon indoors. Or do anything much with any ******** subtlety."
He rubbed his temples. "Makes keeping in shape hard when I can't really spar anyone either. Most people aren't up for fistfights."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:22 pm
The runt could definitely see how having a weapon that large could mess with your accuracy, as well as being completely impractical for indoor fighting. It made her thankful for Warrick and his extremely compact form. "Yeah, I can for sure see how subtlety may be a little challenging." She took another drink from her soda, watching the other hunter as he rubbed his temples. "I'm up for fist fights," she offered, lips twitching in the beginnings of a smirk. "I mean, that's pretty much all I can do." < He beat us last time, Peyton> Yeah, so? She snorted inwardly. "I'm up for most fights, if we were being honest." She chuckled, grinning at him. "It's why I'm out here so much."
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:08 am
"Oh aye fist fights are way better when you have a weapon. Charges man." Tracey whined at even the word. "But I'm game. And aye, I was always the same. Got to fight everyone constantly to get better. I lost almost every time when I was a trainee, didn't stop me, endurance is just as important as winning here, a bombproof shield will save your a**."
He smirked and dropped into battle stance. "And I need to keep fit somehow."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 9:46 am
Rep's smirk was returned at the trainee got to her feet and planted her hands at the small of her back, stretching. "I dunno man, I find that a little hard to believe, you losing a bunch." She grinned at him at she straightened up, then shrugged. "But you are right, keeping fit and raising your endurance are pretty damn important."
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 12:10 pm
"Where I came from you didn't fight people on even footing. I carried a ******** knife and no one had any, I made sure I always outgunned them rather than outskilled. There was a steep skill learning curve and I'm still ******** learning to this day."
He put up his hands, wishing he could summon Tracey a great deal.
"Takes a lot of practice."
HP: 50
DMG: Nope
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 12:19 pm
Peyton brought her hands up, mirroring Rep, until the shine of of her weapon materialized on either small hand. "I can't say the school yards ever really got that dangerous," she chuckled, practically bouncing from foot to foot before darting forward. "Never needed a weapon to protect myself before, I wasn't facing off against anyone with much skill." In her experience, bullies in most variety were all bark, and very little bite. "Not like here though. Everyone's packing here, and we all know how to handle ourselves." She practically threw herself at the big man, knowing he didn't have the same hang ups as some about which parts of the body were off limits in a spar. It made things simpler, but it also upped the stakes a bit. Her tiny fist shot up, aiming for his chin. HP: 40/40 DMG: 9 CHG: 1/3 | 0/2
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 8:46 am
"Aye, we know how to do s**t here." he said in agreement, snarling in surprise as her swing connected with his chin. She wasn't half bad at all, which was heartening all told.
"Fighting other hunters you have to be sort of honourable. Against the monsters, no ******** honour ever. Treat it like a bar fight, everything you can think of is fair game. There is no above the belt."
HP: 41
DMG: 7
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:25 am
Whatever satisfaction came from the hit that connected with his chin was short lived as a blow to her stomach sent her staggering back with a grunt and a gasp for air. ********, Rep didn't need a weapon, he was strong enough without. A smart girl would have had to wonder why she kept volunteering to go head to head with the guy, but Peyton did love a challenge, and the red head was a good opponent to train against. Unpredictable, unsympathetic, unwavering. She took as long as she dared to recover before charging forward again. This time aiming tiny fists lower for a body shot. Yeah, I found that out. Apparently giving someone stitches is frowned upon." She still felt bad about it, but it as in the past, they'd all gotten over it. "Who knew, right?" HP: 33 DMG: 6 CHG: 2/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 12:29 pm
"Worse than ******** frowned upon. You do it enough, you become a liability. They kill you. Bang. Like old ******** yeller." He had been on the hit list long enough to really feel the reality of that threat.
Tracey thrilled at another strike, it always felt great to have someone dent his fear shield, practice and effort was permanently enjoyable for the fallen angel.
Rep retaliated by aiming for a boob with his next punch, after having them himself a few times with statuses, he knew they were distracting to bash.
HP: 35
DMG: 10
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 12:47 pm
"Yeah, I got the earful." She huffed irritably. "It doesn't help when they don't warn you their shields are low though."
Rep's next hit was unexpected and powerful and it lefted Peyton right off her feet and sent her rolling across the dirt as pain shot through her thin chest. She swore, loudly, hands coming up to press against what little she had for a boob on her left side, before her head came up to aim a murderous glare in his direction. "What the <********>, Rep?!"
No. Hell no. That was NOT alright. "You don't hit there, you a*****e! That's the same ******** thing as a d**k kick!"
Still cussing up a storm the small hunter got back to her feet, pale eyes drilling into the red head as she charged towards him. Instead of merely punching him when she was close enough she actually launched himself at his shoulders, one small hand going to grab for the front of his shirt as the other swung back so she could aim spike knuckled punch at his face.
Not cool, Bro. Not cool.
HP: 23
DMG: 7
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 12:59 pm
Rep keeled over as he found himself punched in the face in the middle of trying to scrabble for balance, the explosion of pain as anything connected with his nose, even through the shield was enough to make him go down onto his back and hard, knocking the air clean out of his lungs and making him gasp for air.
"I..Its NO the same .******** ...thing." he stammered, dazed and all but blinded by the pain in his face as he struggled free. "It's just a titty, you don't.. even ******** have them ok, man up."
He shook his head, trying to ignore the way the bones in his face felt like they had just grated along one the sensation not dissimilar to someone removing a set of braces times 50.
He rubbed his cheek and immediately dropped back into fighting stance, his follow up swing was wobbly and dazed to say the least.
HP: 28
DMG: 3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 1:17 pm
"It's damn close!" She snapped back, her arm coming up to take the brunt of the blow. "You ask any girl here, and they'll say the same thing."
And ok, maybe she didn't have much of a chest, but she still had the nips, and all the sensitive flesh that came with them. And the lack of absorbing padding was quite possibly worse, because her ribs really ******** hurt.
"You don't do that s**t, It's not cool."
She was still glowering when she came at him again, this time going for a body shot. Hopefully she'd made her point with her last hit.
HP: 20
DMG: 5
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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