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 Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 6:56 pm
Micheal was always one to speak with his fists. It was more comfortable this way. Words were not something he was ever very good with. But Micheal was not going to make the first move on his companion. Instead he simply placed himself directly in front to Morgan. " Joy. Attacking our leaders does nothing. We have those things to fight instead. Any plan, even a dumb plan is better than none."
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phantompanther13 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 7:13 pm
Even so Micheal would not let her pass.
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Huni Pi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 7:37 pm
"Our leader is the Great King! The Great Knights only stand in his place." Joy argued, rapping the butt of her halberd on the treasury floor. "And besides, Morgan sounds as if he wants to be the Great King himself!"
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 8:59 am
"He just wants to live though this." Micheal dropped the ax, he didn't need it for her, and he tackled Joy. "And so do I."
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 9:06 am
Joy threw her halberd aside as well, stance dropping to withstand the tackle. The impact winded her, knocked her down but only for a second as she rolled and twisted her body to try to gain the upper hand on her larger foe.
"You think-" she grunted, "I don't?!"
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 9:58 am
Micheal pinned her, and snagged the arm she gave him, pining it to the ground and putting his knees on the pressure points just enough to cause pain, not enough to actually do really damage. "I know that's why I bothered talking to you." he pulled the hand in just enough for more pain. Pain, not breaking. Pain that was easy to shake off given time. "This isn't the time for infighting. We have bigger problems."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:21 am
It wasn't the pain that convinced Joy to succumb. She wasn't afraid of the pain, wasn't too bothered by the white-hot agony pulsating along her nerves and muscles and joints. But she struggled and continued to struggle for the sake of defiance. But writhe and squirm as she might, there was no breaking free.
"Yes, we do," she gasped, as brown eyes widened in horror when the mirror and gate merged. Too late. She was too late to do anything.
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