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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 6:31 pm
Peyton had been working hard. Mornings were dedicated to her usual training-- Running, endurance training, strength training-- all of it before the sun had even properly risen for the day. This used to leave the rest of her afternoon clear for other things. Spars, or visiting friends, or any other duty or activity that needed her attention. Now? Now her afternoons were spent in training courses, or, like today, on the training field with tapped up hands, going to town on the training dummies. Or anyone else that happened along she might convince to join her. Hair up, coat folded left up in her room, Peyton looked every bit the tiny power house she was. Dainty, but toned, lithe frame worked into lean lines. She was wearing a tanktop, something bright and pink with a little crown across the front done in black. Beneath it was one word in big block letters, 'Royal'. It was paired with a pair of black jogging shorts, and bright athletic shoes, no socks.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 6:36 pm
No. No.Peyton really was the enemy. Her Princess top spoke volumes of her intent to take the crown. Not while Kiki was here. Kiki was and always will be the ultimate number one princess. The long haired trainee, clad in a nightgown as she always was, stormed the field with a huff and a puff. She'd been informed it best to practice using her weapon, because apparently they used them a lot. Missions, or whatever. Kiki summoned the ball-jointed double bladed glaive and drove it's head through the head of the dummy Peyton was using. "Oops~ Clumsy me!" She giggled. "I'm just so new, yanno? Figuring out this weapon stuff is such a chore~. Lucky you weren't too close, huh?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 6:55 pm
Blade bit into wood, splinters flew, and Peyton jerked to the side, pivoting on her toe and bringing a fist up as she moved. Ready to counter against whomever wielded the glaive, and barely managed to stop herself before knuckles connected with the pretty little face upon realizing that it wasn't an enemy, but someone that was supposed to be her comrade. "Kitty?" Pale brows dipped, lips twisted up and to the side in a puzzled from, but then the newbie giggled, and realization rushed in. Peyton straightened, expression unamused, bordering on pissed. This b***h!And then she smiled, that same cold, calculating smile she'd worn in the pod room. "Aw, yeah. Weapons can be real tricky. You know what totally helps?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Practicing!" Her feigned cheer was sugary enough to choke on. "And it's your lucky day, cause I'd be happy to help you with that." Words implied the trainee had a choice, tone said plainly she did not. "You'll wanna pull that out of the dummy first. Hard to do anything with your weapon stuck in a block of wood." She took a step forward, smiling sweetly up at the other girl. "I'll even take it easy on you and go this round unarmed." She wiggled her fingers before curling them into loose fists. "Whatcha say, Kitty?" Warrick snickered at the back of her mind.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:02 pm
Kiki made a snide sneer of a smile. Keeping one foot pressed against the dummy, she pulled her weapon, ripping the blade from the plank of wood. "Sounds like fun, Barbie." She readied Annabelle, letting the weapon unhinge into three linked parts. "And It's Kiki, b***h."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:05 pm
<What's with you and attracting the crazy aggressive, Runt?>
No idea. Just lucky I guess.
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:07 pm
Barbie? Was that supposed to be an insult, or just ironic? Peyton snorted, grin broadening into something fierce. "Wonderful, I always did like playing with kittens."
There wasn't much space between them, it was easy enough to lunge forward, to plant her foot as her body turned. Dainty fist coming up from below to drive bony knuckles into the pouty brat's stomach. Not as hard as she could hit, but Kitty had only been up and about a few days. Probably hadn't sparred yet, probably had no idea what sort of damage she could take now that she had a weapon shield.
HP: 50
DMG: 3
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:14 pm
Annabelle made unearthly noises Kiki interpreted as joy once the battle began. Kiki herself grinned after getting a starting punch to the gut. It was on like fairy song. Kiki swung one side of the blade toward Peyton's stomach. The second swipe aimed at her chest as she took a step forward in time with the attack. HP: 37/40 Damage: 6
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:40 pm
Kitty took the attack and countered flawlessly, blades slicing through her shield at stomach and chest. Small strikes, but enough to draw a soft hiss from the shorter girl. This was going to be fun. Before Kiki could retreat back, Peyton aimed a jab for the other girl's hip. HP: 44 DMG: 3
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:46 pm
The jab to the hip was distracting for a moment, her focus taken from the fight. Kiki stepped back from Peyton, working out the hip a bit to get out the kink.
She lunged forward again, this time thrusting a blade straight at Peyton.
HP: 34/40
Damage: 3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:50 pm
Kiki thrust, blade aimed for Peyton's chest, and the Sun had to clap her hands on either side of the blade to keep it from sinking in more than the inch it had managed before she registered the attack and reacted accordingly. "Nice try, Kitten." It slid off the tongue like silk.
Pressing harder, she pushed at the glaive's blade, thrusting the handle back to smack the little b***h right in the nose.
HP: 41
DMG: 1
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:55 pm
A tiny squawk escaped Kiki's throat, a hand instinctively holding her nose after the backlash of her last attack. Damn. A couple days of being awake and her nose was suffering daily. Her poor little button nose. This here was a crime against cute noses!
Kiki recovered after sniffling a bit, the hit to the nose having made her eyes water. Without wasting anymore time she let the disjointed blade swing at Peyton's face.
HP: 33/40
Damage: 1
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:58 pm
A arm went and took the slash instead, but it still hit. Not a exactly painful, but really ******** annoying.
Batting the glaive away, Peyton took a swing at the other girl's shoulder.
HP: 40
DMG: 2
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:07 pm
Dodging wasn't her strong suit yet. However, she seemed to be moving around enough ti miss any real damage. Annabelle giggled in her mind, the thrill of pain and battle delighting the cursed doll.
Her weapon had been batted away, her shoulder open to the graze against her shoulder. Kiki moved in a full circle, spinning with the momentum of the hit and swinging the blunt end of her weapon's handle into Peyton's shoulder.
HP: 31/40
Damage: 3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:12 pm
Another hit connected, this time to her shoulder. The handle of the other girl's weapon hitting like a baseball bat. Peyton just giggled, brushing the hit off and rotating on her heel to bring her leg up in a roundhouse to Kitty's backside. HP: 37 DMG: 3
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:29 pm
The giggle should have been a warning. She barely moved away before Peyton got her in the rump. Tsking audibly, she jumped to the side a few steps until she was facing Peyton again.
Trying to readjust herself, Kiki found she was having difficulties figuring out her weapon. Being new to battle and even weapons outside of a prop was outrageously hard. It almost took the fire out of her fight.
The self titled Princess relented and returned Annabelle to a solid form rather than disjointed, and wielded her more like a staff this round. She swung up then downward, intending to slice down onto the little blonde's shoulder.
HP: 28/40
Damage: 1
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