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 Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 5:26 am
Lysander had come to realise that living here meant abiding by a whole other set of rules than the ones he'd known before. One of those rules was that he was going to have to learn some of that violence nonsense he'd spent his whole life avoiding. It was so inelegant, a primitive and strange habit people had kept over from the earliest times. You could do so much more with something grand, for good or ill.
But this place was a regression, back to something old, scraping in the dirt for survival. They could take him away from his business and wealth but they couldn't take it out of him. He'd deal here, he'd survive.
And this was the first step. "I don't expect you to hold back because I'm your boss." He said flatly to Roswell. "And there will be trouble if you give me any cause to believe you have."
Deep down he was really quite thrilled by this whole turn of events, up till now he'd had to keep violence firmly behind closed doors, shackled and contained, but now he could wheel it out and take it for a spin.
He summoned Herald and smiled sweetly. "Because I know you can fight."
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 5:58 pm
"I have every intention of returning the favor," Roswell said, looking almost giddy. "Show me your best riposte, sir."
Roswell took out Gil with a flourish. The demon leaped into his hands, long and firm and more than satisfactory. There was something a little uncanny about using Gil, like playing softball with a whiffle bat and a hollow ball that gave a satisfactory thwack and traveled further than it should. Or bowling with the bumpers on. He wasn't sure he could drop Gil even if he was half-trying to.
The demon's hands (hoofs?) were on his wrists, steadying each movement,
longing for Roswell to guide Gil homeward.
A pulse of excitement crept over Roswell.
He'd offered so many times, but finally, finally Lysander was taking him up on it. It'd been so long since he'd had a real, good, actual scrap.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 6:08 pm
Lysander didn't know what a riposte was in English, but it was simple enough to make the deduction in French, something he was glad of having in the moment.
He didn't want to get hurt, he did not at all enjoy getting scraped up, even in clothes which could afford to be damaged.
"Bit of an unfair fight though." he said. "Given that I have a sword and you have well... a stick."
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 6:23 pm
"I can always tuck one arm behind my back," Roswell said. He was still dressed smartly (it would pain him to dress any other way), but his coat was folded to the side.
He extended the staff.
"I've always known you to be athletic, sir, and I hope this proves to be a thrilling excursion."
ATK: 10
HP: 40
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 6:29 pm
"NO. What did I tell you about holding back?" he said testily.
Lysander didn't like getting hurt. He realised this even more acutely than before when he was struck.
"Wow. That sucked." he said. And it wasn't a comment on Roswell's fighting style, rubbing the place he'd been hit with distress.
"Avoir votre réposte." he said irritably as he swung back.
HP: 30/40
DMG:2
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 6:36 pm
It was not a real riposte since Lysander had paused to rub the spot Roswell had hit, but there's a certain (wonderful) terror that anyone would find difficult to repress that comes with having a very large sword thrust at you.
Roswell thought so, anyway. And even with the light swipe at him sizzling into Gil's energy field, there was also something thrilling about that sword being Lysander's.
Breathless, he returned the tap, and hoped his enthusiasm on this particular venture wasn't too...offputting.
Or revealing.
"Don't be afraid to hold back with me either, sir," Roswell said.
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 1:33 pm
Lysander considered quitting the fight a bit. He really wasn't keen on getting hit and it turned out he was getting hit quite a lot. It was pretty annoying and he wasn't really making headway when he struck out at the other man. He preferred it when he was just dishing things out and not getting anything back.
He flexed his shoulders and tossed his head like an indignant horse.
"I'm NOT." he said. "This is me not holding back! This is how bad it is."
He struck again, but it still felt like he wasn't so much as denting Ros.
HP: 29
DMG: 6
Charge: 2/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 3:42 pm
"Excellent strike, sir."
Roswell returned the blow with equal force, his staff striking satisfyingly into Lysander's side. Not that he bore Lysander any ill-will, completely the opposite, but it had just been a very, very, long time.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, happy and breathless.
DMG: 6
HP: 32
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 4:06 pm
"Sore." he said, reeling from the strike. It didn't hurt as much as it rightly should have but it still hurt like hell.
"I don't like fighting." he said. "I mean..the being hit part."
He swung. "Hitting is fine though."
HP: 23
DMG: 5
Charge: 3/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 4 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 3, 4
Total: 11 (4-16)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 4:15 pm
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Toshihiko Two rolled 4 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 3, 3
Total: 11 (4-16)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 4:19 pm
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Toshihiko Two rolled 7 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 1, 3, 3, 1, 3
Total: 17 (7-28)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 4:20 pm
Roswell's whole staff lit up. Gil's normally soothing tenor had a desperate, shaky edge to it, like a man with nearly empty pockets wanting to lay one more bet.
It seemed as if the wind around the training fields whipped a little harder, and Roswell turned Gil experimentally in his hand, the turning providing a little relief for the demon.
"I think, sir," Roswell said with a slightly devilish smile. "You should prepare yourself." And giving the staff a proper whirl, a howl of energy twisted out of the spinning, glowing runes, everything gathered up in the last rounds barreling threefold right through Lysander.
The blast of fear left an impact.
"Rule of Threes again?" Roswell asked, panting with exhilaration and looking at Gil, who was now thoroughly relieved and back to his usual light, gentle glow.
HP: 27
ATK: 15
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 6:25 am
Lysander wasn't at all expecting what hit him, nor how hard it hit. He didn't take Roswell's warning seriously and the most he'd done was give the man a sceptical look for his comment that something was coming.
When the blast hit him he was knocked off his feet, skimming along the ground hard with an audible thud. When he fell over it was always a long way to the ground.
It was enough to knock the wind right out of him and he had to catch his breath before he pulled himself back up onto his hands and knees, giving Roswell a look that was startlingly dark and furious. He picked up his sword again.
"You are enjoying this too much." he said, and when he brought the sword around this time it was with no end of fury.
HP: 8
DMG: 6
Charge: 3/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 2:00 pm
Roswell looked immediately self-conscious at the accusation.
"It's something I missed," he admitted, holding Gil closer to himself as Lysander struck. He inclined the staff towards Lysander's feet, tripping him in order to put him on the ground again, but his expression was one of concern.
"You're feeling alright, sir?" he asked.
HP: 21
ATK: 7
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 2:05 pm
Lysander went down again hard and this time huffily just not getting up at all and rolling onto his side like an irritated child.
In his head his weapon told him in no uncertain terms they couldn't take another hit, that they were at the absolute end of their tolerance.
"No." he said irritably. "She says no more hits."
HP: 1
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