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starpatched rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 15
Total: 24 (2-40)
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 Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 6:56 pm
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Lucyal rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:15 pm
Harmotome was pumped. Round two as a go! Her opponent wasn't another lieutenant this time but apparently a...senshi? But a Negaverse one. He...she? IT!? Had the cracks like that one she had dubbed boob poker (she needed another nickname for that one until she learned....his...her...its!? name). Why was she having such a hard time telling what was what right now. No matter. She was here to fight. The lieutenant cracked her neck, and then settled into a fighting stance, grinning. "I expect a good fight out of you!" Was her only verbal call to the senshi before she lunged for....he...she...it. She pulled a fist back and aimed to sock the senshi in the stomach. " Vhat are you, anyvays!?"
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Syrie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:47 pm
HP: 16/20 || DMG: 2Mab had finally allowed himself to be soothed from having his damn hair snatched by that no good ABJD reject and having to nurse poor Halsy's crushed testicles when the next rounds had been announced. He was up against an officer this time? Something with tits and a lot of nervous energy, it seemed. "Oh god honey, no." Horror crossed his features as she cracked her neck like this was some Hollywood action movie. Mab's diaphragm seized up as Harmotome's fist connected solidly, driving all the air out of his body - she was fast. And had she - asked him what he was!? After punching the wind from him? What the hell!? Mab stomped his heel down on her instep to force her back so he could get some space and suck air back into his lungs, hating the way saliva flooded his mouth, the way it flew from his lips on every harsh exhalation. So ugly. When he'd gotten his breath back enough, he glowered at her. "I'm Mab." He knew what she was asking. He didn't care to educate her. Lucyal HELLO AL biggrin P.S. I'm sorry Mab is a catty b***h
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:50 pm
"OI, MAKE BOOBS FOR BRAINS REGRET WINNING HER LAST ROUND, WHATEVER YOUR OPPONENT IS."
General Pyro couldn't tell but it didn't matter, he was here to watch Harmotome LOSE.
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Lucyal rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:16 pm
"Ack!" Those heels hurt! The action had the intended result, and the lieutenant ended up stumbling back. She scowled for a moment before it shifted into a grin. " How about I call you Drab---" Then she was back to scowling for another moment when she heard Pyrophanite's voice. She turned her back on the senshi for a moment to instead address the General. "OH, HEY! YOU HAVE COME TO SEE VHAT A VINNER LOOKS LIKE!?" She jabbed a thumb at herself. "THIS IS VHAT ROUND TWO LOOKS LIKE, PYROPHANITE! YOU VOULD NOT KNOW SINCE YOU DID NOT MAKE IT! BASK IN IT!" She turned to look back at Mab and huffed. She then summoned her fork and threw it at him. Syrie I LOVE IT! Don't apologize for that beautiful salt. Bring on the sass on top of the fists!
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Syrie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:39 pm
HP: 15/20 || DMG: 0"Drab?!?!?!" Not since he'd stopped wearing that godawful boater hat had anyone been able to call him drab, but this dry-skinned wench with leathery tits was going to take the piss out on him? "How about no and you learn to moisturize, jesus I can see the cracks in your skin from here!" Someone, very loud, was in the stands screeching for Mab to kick the walking pumice stone with dry skin and hair into the loser's junket - obviously they'd been combatants previously. He could make no guarantees, honestly, this one looked positively rabid, he did however, salute Pyro-in-the-stands to show that he'd gotten the message. Harmotome chucked a fork at him in a gross breach of manners and Mab caught it, poking himself nastily with the tines. "You uncouth cow - you threw cutlery at me!?" He went to throw it back at her, but remembered himself and just dropped it. Some of them had manners, after all. Lucyal THROW MORE FORKS, HE DOESNT LIKE IT. GET REKT, MAB
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:53 pm
"NOT GONNA BE A WINNER FOR LONG THOUGH." Pyro really didn't care if she made it to the next round or not, because if she faced general levels, she'd probably lose too. The handwave wasn't a tell sign for Pyro but since he saw more like a heat tentacle moving up, he assumed the corrupt was chill. In order to distract the woman more though, he kept yelling at her. "YOU HEAR THAT, THEY CALLED YOU A COW."
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:05 pm
Spectator
While Cornetite couldn't exactly say that he wouldn't have enjoyed making it to Round Two himself, he was at least glad that he was not in Mab's shoes right now. Mab's shoes looked incredibly uncomfortable and he couldn't imagine fighting anyone while wearing shoes like that.
In truth, Cornetite couldn't imagine fighting anyone at all right now and at least half of that was because of the ice pack he was currently holding gingerly against his junk. If he could get away with sitting here and not moving for a bit he'd do just that... And if it meant offering moral support for Mab too?
So be it.
"You talk too much! Will you just go ahead and hit something already?"
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Lucyal rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:13 pm
"You are the one vith cracks on your forehead and chest! You vant to talk to ME about slapping on lotion!?" She was getting verbally reamed from two sides though, and it got the hot headed lieutenant cranky and sloppy rather fast. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME A COW!?" She screeched, her voice echoing in the tournament room of the Negaspace castle. She didn't care what the senshi did with her fork, because she dismissed it and then re-summoned it from Negaspace again. Except this time she chucked the fork at Pyrophanite in the stands. Harmotome then slowly turned to face Mab, and growled: " You come here to call me cow to my face." Syrie I lost it when he called her a cow
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Syrie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:26 pm
HP: 15/20 || DMG:Well, it looked like Miss Thang needed some ******** Xannies to calm her tits too, along with some ******** lotion for the Grand Canyon that was her skin. And maybe one of those utterly hellish masks from Korea for her pores - or were those freckles? God, he couldn't tell and she was screeching that he come call her a cow to her face? Well, at least he could solve one mystery! Mab came up to Harmotome like he was taking a victory lap on a Milan runway, one hand on his hip and the other swinging dangerously by his side. As soon as he was in range he drew back and slapped her like she was a stepchild in a Disney movie and he the Evil Queen. "I said," Mab made sure his high gloss lips formed the words slowly so she would be sure to catch them, "You're an cow. You know, 'Moo, moo.' Cow." Good god those were pores. Horrifying.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:30 pm
Pyro moved enough to dodge the fork thrown at him.
It was followed by LOUD MOO noises from the stands.
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Lucyal rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:05 pm
Did he just b***h slap her? Harmotome inhaled a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. Yes, he did. Did he come over and say that to her face too? Yes he did. She had to give him props for that. Her left eye was starting to twitch as she heard the sounds Pyrophanite was making in the background, and it was just a mess that laid over this one. She had a feeling she was never going to hear the end of it. "At least---" She hissed, and focused on something that stood out about the senshi to her. His lips. His very glossy lips. " At least I do not look like I blew a snowman." She then returned the favor and slapped him.
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Syrie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:27 pm
HP: 13/20 || DMG: 2He watched Pumice Cow build herself right on up for a come-back and was not disappointed. Ooooh, a b*****b joke, classic - he'd never heard those thrown his way. Boooooring. The noises from the stands kept up and he blessed whomever was doing it - an adoring fan, a hater, it didn't matter. They were beautiful and Mab would have to thank them after, win or lose. The slap made him gasp a little with surprise, but he quickly gathered himself. "No, you look like you get your tricks from Halloween town, you cheap a** cow." Because cow had so upset her before. And he slapped her right on back, since they were doing this now.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:34 pm
SpectatorWith a fresh energy orb to take in and some painkillers Nitratine made his way over to where Cornetite was sitting, dropping down into a seat next to him. He was glad he was out of the running, despite how nice it would have been to crack that girls head in. He was over all of this. He'd brought a small towel over from the medical tent knowing his friend had gotten a ice pack but not something to keep his hands from freezing "Here, put this under your hands before you give yourself frostbite.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:35 pm
Spectator Leave it to Shea to start a slap fight on the 'battle field'. Leave it to Shea to get someone else in the crowd mooing along with him. Leave it all to ******** Shea. Cornetite wanted to laugh. He'd started to laugh and then the movement of doing so had jostled some bits leaving him with regret all over again. He slouched down in his seat, shifting the ice pack with a wince, unable to believe that Nitratine was somehow missing this... Except he wasn't. He was right there, offering a towel and looking out for him. "The gloves have been doing an okay job at warding against the cold-- thanks, though. How's your head?"
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