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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 9:32 am
It wasn't entirely like waking from a nightmare, but close. Zeke had come back to himself with a sense of near overwhelming dread and the edge of panic, both of which he was not generally accustomed to feeling, but these weren't exactly normal circumstances, were they? The figure that stood opposite Zeke was undeniably himself, they had the same eyes, the same features, the same body, but there the similarities ended. Black hands hang loosely at the famine horseman's sides, glittering, jeweled beetles crawling here and there over a half nude figure draped in gold and expensive silks. It was smiling, a confident, empty smile that wasn't quite human, but of course, he wasn't a human. It made Zeke cringe to look at him, to know what he'd done, not just the harvesting of Fear from humans, but his disturbing hobbies. A collector, an unwelcome memory provided, and it had the hunter's jaw clenching, hand squeezing painfully around the handle of Lagertha as he summoned her into being. " You are lesser. A pale imitation of what could have been." <******** you." It was growled out between clenched teeth. Too unnerved and on edge for anything more articulate or witty. He wasn't at his best, and he knew it, but the thing that stood before him represented everything he despised and feared. " No thank you." The horseman chuckled, and chained sickle appeared in his dark hands. " Now be a good human, and die." OOC: VERSUS *NAME OF YOUR CHARACTER HERE* gaia_star [ HP]:40
AUTO DAMAGE -6 PER TURN for FINAL STAGE Students, Horsemen, Hunters, -4 for ANY OTHER STAGE. That is the damage you take PER DICE ROLL.
SPECIAL EFFECT: If your attack misses, the boss does DOUBLE DAMAGE TO YOU
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:35 am
Zeke had no intention of dying, but more than survival, he wanted to destroy the creature that stood across from him. Hackles raised, he choked up on the ax in his hands, fingers digging deep imprints into the leather grip. His other self had let the chain of the sickle fall through his hands until it hung near his knees, and a flick of his wrist sent it spinning. With a vicious grin he sent it flying at Zeke.
It sliced through the shield at his cheek, and Zeke charged forward, dodging at the other yanked their weapon back. Ax hoisted up, he brought it down it fast arch across the horseman's chest, sending him back a few reeling steps.
HP: 56
DMG: 5 + 2 = 7
CHG: 1/3
Zyk: 33
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:42 am
A quick step to the side let Zeke narrowly miss a wicked swipe of the sickle across his abdomen, and the sharp tip scraped across his side instead.
Growling under his breath, he adjusted his grip for an upward swing, and swore loudly as the point of the ax's blade grazed the horseman's chin, rather than impaling it.
HP: 52
DMG: 1 + 2 =3
CHG: 2/3
Zyk: 30
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:45 am
The loose end of Sickle' chain was a sharp, throbbing pain against the side of Zeke's face, and he staggered back with a blind swing of his ax as stars erupted briefly across his vision.
"You are nothing, and will die as nothing. Why do you fight?"
The side of his jaw was throbbing, and there was the faintest taste of iron as he spit at the horseman's feet. "Because you're nothing but an abomination. You shouldn't ******** exist!"
HP: 48
DMG: 2
CHG: 3/3
Zyk: 28
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Beejoux rolled 9 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 2, 4, 3, 1, 4, 3, 1
Total: 24 (9-36)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:56 am
{The storm is coming, boil. Harness it!} Lagertha, who had been uncharacteristically silent up to this point, snarled through his mind, her tension and rage feeding into his own. The blue runes along the double blades of the ax blazed to life as he released the charge she'd managed to build up for them.
Zyk was smirking back at them, fearless, and as he laughed, confident of his win, the jeweled beetles began to multiply. Not just the small handful, but many. All of them swarming over the horseman's body and out from his feet, countless legs scurrying across the ground towards the Mist. "Feast children."
"Not a ******** chance!" He crushed the closest with the thick tread of his boot, and most of the rest were scattered to the winds as Zeke brought the ax around in a powerful swing that sent the cyclone of whipping wind swirling at the laughing figure that faced him. It hit solidly, knocking the famine off his feet and sending him flying to fall in a crumbled feet a few yards away.
What beetles had managed to avoid the charge were climbing up Zeke's legs, biting as soon as they found something soft enough to sink sharp mandibles into. "********, nasty s**t!" One by one he smacked them away, swallowing back the spiking panic.
{Calm, Boil, it's not dead yet.}
"Damn." The curse was ground out as Zeke watched that crumbled form start to move.
HP: 44
DMG: 21 + 2
CHG: 3/3
Zyk: 5
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 11:18 am
Zyk was getting unsteadily back to his feet, blood dripping down from his chin, and the smile he'd been wearing for the majority of the fight was gone. In it's place a vicious determination, hate blazing in pale eyes. "You and your kind are a blight. I will eradicate you."
Now the Mist was starting to feel a confident. His jaw still hurt, but that seemed the extent of his injuries.
He didn't give the horseman any more time to recover, but instead charged headlong. Beetles were swarming again, covering Zeke's legs, but he swung at the horseman version of himself with single minded determination. The blade hit with an almost sickening thunk, sinking into the muscled side of Zyk's chest with force enough to splinter ribs. "You," he hissed, jerking on the handle. "Are the only one dying today."
As the blade tore free the horseman dropped to his knees, expression startled, and as the blood began to well up between his lips in a crimson form he fell forward, and was gone.
HP: 40
DMG: 11 + 2
CHG: 0/3
Zyk: -7
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