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 Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 2:43 pm
Ever since he'd come back from the outpost, Leslie had spent nearly every day out on the training fields, tense like a whipcord and coiled like a spring, ready to lash at anything. He struck at the training dummy, testing out blows to determine the most effective way to deliver force depending on where he gripped his weapon. He caught sight of someone passing by, and he itched to fight. "Hey, a*****e," Leslie shouted across the field. "I'm ******** bored. Fight me."
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 2:47 pm
When he heard someone call him a*****e, he honestly expected to see someone else being addressed. But as Dylon looked left and right, he realized Leslie was looking straight at him.
"What? Me?" He asked, hopeful he'd been mistaken. But he wasn't. Dylon frowned, scratching his neck and looking over the tiny little man child before him. "Eeeeh? I guess so. Coulda asked me nicer, though." The hapless Canadian supposed some people just didn't have nice manners here.
Dylon summoned Vahn, twin katars blazing blue on each fist. He again brought the patented smile of charms. "Let's have some fun, eh?"
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 12:15 am
Jesus, the island had an overabundance of nice people, and it was driving him insane. It was ******** unnatural. All the hellos and pleases and thank yous and smiles. Leslie straight up did not believe that every single nice person he'd met thus far didn't have some sort of ulterior motive. This a*****e included. Leslie shifted, spinning Aleria once with a wicked grin carved into his face.
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 1:10 am
With a running leap, Leslie lunged towards Dylon, a blow just brushing the side of him, spikes and chill and crystalline metal.
hp// 40
dmg// 3
charge// 1/3
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:36 am
Dylon flinched as the weapon grazed him. The weapon felt chilly, giving the young man a shiver down his spine. Or maybe it had just been the little teen's grin that chilled his bones. With Leslie within range, Dylon swiped and jabbed with quick movements. HP: 37/40 Damage: 2 Charge: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 10:47 am
Leslie jumped back, but not in time to escape the blow. The drag of metal running along his shield was a warning sign, but at least it meant that this smiley ******** was close enough to be within striking distance. "You always look like a barrel of sunshine?" he asked, swinging his stave with a grunt and-- perhaps-- excessive force. hp// 38 dmg// 7 charge// 2/3
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 2:31 pm
"Of course I do!" He lied, "I make a point of it." Dylon took the brutal blow in stride, using the adrenaline to fuel his fighting spirit. Or at least that's what Vahn would have liked him to do.
Perhaps a lack of skill, or a lack of initiative in spars, but Dylon didn't do so well in attacking Leslie. His first swipe missed entirely, the second grasping to keep up with the pacing of the fight. At his core, Dylon wasn't a fighter. It showed.
HP: 30
Damage: 1
Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 2:32 pm
" Oh my god," Leslie said, in that horrible way that teenagers did, accompanied by a roll of the eyes. Smiles and kindness were like red flags in front of a bull. A tiny, tiny bull. A pocket-sized bull. A teacup bull. There had to be something ironic about the fact that Leslie was most successful with his weapon when he didn't try to use any finesse: he straight up swung it like you might a baseball bat, putting his body weight into it. "It's ******** creepy. There's no one that happy unless you're a ******** up a*****e inside. Which, well you're here, so I guess that's well enough." There was something (some one) else on Leslie's mind, and he was taking it out on poor, poor, Dylon, who in actuality hadn't...done anything wrong. Sorry Dylon. hp// 37 dmg// 8 charge// 3/3
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 3:23 pm
"Hey now! I'm not messed up." Dylon insisted, smiling uncertainly. A default, maybe. He was capable of frowning, but it just wasn't happening at the present.
He smiled through the pain. Maybe that was it. After all, this little spitfire packed a wallop. Dylon had not been prepared for this at all. Each strike hurt. A lot. Part of him wanted to run and surrender. The other part screamed at him to man up. That other part had a name. It was Vahn.
Focus, he told himself. This was just a spar. What if it were real?
Dylon found an opening. The young man drove the katar on his right fist straight into Leslie4's ribs. It was followed by a jab with his left. And back to his right. Three successful jabs one after the other. The fourth was used to shove Leslie further away, as Dylon took a few hops back to defend himself from the next attack.
Vahn was fully charged, ready to heal Dylon's shield when it was time.
HP: 22/40
Damage: 10
Charge: 3/3
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its me debz rolled 8 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1, 1
Total: 17 (8-32)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 3:26 pm
"Jesus ******** christ--" Leslie yelped, reminiscent of a wounded animal, regretting his life choices. He barrelled backwards, rolling along the turf after the final blow, Aleria just out of reach.Instead of being mad, though, it just made him grin, satisfied. "About time you put your ******** back into it, squinty," he said, crawling to grab his weapon and activate its charge. A surge of blue raced up his arm, coating him in that healing-frost that sank into his bones. It was strange, to associate the cold with the same relief you got from a hot bath, but the soothing feeling was basically identical. Leslie shook off the hoarfrost, weapon in hand, bracing for the next impact. hp// 27 + 14 = 41 == 40 dmg// 0 heal// 14 charge// 0/3, 1 used
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Bittiface rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 2, 4, 4, 1, 3, 1
Total: 22 (8-32)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 3:37 pm
Squinty? Did he just.... oh he did. Dang. Dylon smiled again, although it held an edge of discomfort.
His fists tightened, a blue glow emerging from the runes on Vahn. It enveloped Dylon, soothing every ache. His shield was renewed to full capacity.
"I've been putting my all into it, I assure you." He said with a grin.
HP: 40/40
Healed: 18 FULL LIFE BITCHES
Charge: 3/3 The Chill
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 3:41 pm
Leslie waited for a blow that never came, looking actually curious for the first time. "Huh. Never met anyone yet with a ********, whatcha call it. Defensive charge. Heal or shield?" It didn't stop him from attacking again, though, swiping at Dylon with the bottom of his stave, metal thorns grazing against him. hp// 40 dmg// 5 charge// 0/3, 1 used
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 3:46 pm
Dylon chuckled. "Either or. Same difference I figure." They were both back on a level playing field. A system restart. Maybe this time Dylon could get the upper hand.
He moved to strike, but Leslie was a step too quick. His attack fell short as Dylon moved to recover from the blow.
HP: 35/40
Damage: 0
Charge:
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 3:53 pm
There would be no trading of blows, it seemed, for now. Dylon moved sinuously, easily evading a clumsy blow with the agile grace of an alleycat. Or maybe just everyone seemed graceful in comparison to Leslie's way of getting out of the way: by throwing himself at the ground. "Yeah I guess," Leslie admitted, grudging, picking himself up from where he'd flung himself. hp// 40 dmg// 0 charge// 0/3, 1 used
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 4:14 pm
Vahn scolded Dylon on his clumsy behaviour, insisting he keep his head in the game and fight. The animalistic intuition of Vahn had yet to reach the easy going nature of Dylon.
As a Moon, it wasn't his job to be a good fighter, but to be the defence a Sun would need. However, sparring didn't really help him in that aspect of learning. Besides, he really needed to get this fighting thing worked out. Heaven forbid he found himself in a real battle in his state.
Dylon swiped at Leslie again.
HP: 35/40
Damage: 2
Charge:
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