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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
5, 12
Total: 17 (2-40)
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 Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:14 pm
xSSBrosB Arsenopyrite attacks first!
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:26 pm
Arseno had somehow made it to the second round, which was better than the first time he had entered. At least if he lost now he could say he had improved a bit. He stepped into the arena and looked at his opponent. It was another general, though one he had never met. Arseno... wasn't quite sure if he should attack first or wait for the other to attack and then counter-attack.
This was the problem with being more science-oriented than battle oriented. Although he had... improved his fighting a bit, that didn't mean that he was now an expert or anything, and he was sure that many of the generals he met would have more experience than him. Not to mention their weapons might be better. He liked his, but it didn't have the reach or the power like some of the others.
He could only nod at his opponent. "Arsenopyrite. I... don't believe we've met before, but hopefully this will be a good battle." Nothing wrong with a little introduction, right? And hopefully he wouldn't be too pounded into the ground. He knew that some of these generals wouldn't hold back. He got into a defensive stance. "You first."[HP: 40]
[Attack: 2 - 2 = 0 damage dealt]Guine You can now proceed to beat his butt XD
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:45 pm
His back still hurt from the powerful blow from Zircon’s giant weapon, but he was young and resilient and there was another match to be had. This time with a General he’d never met before. Unsurprising since Jet tended to keep to himself. He found it easier to focus on his work that way.
But when he entered the ring, he nodded politely to the other in return. The man looked like he had some doubt, maybe about Jet, maybe about himself, but there was a strange hesitation that was only confirmed when the other man offered to let him go first.
He felt like this was deja vu almost, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Jet,” he replied, flashing the other General a small smile as he held out his hand to summon his weapon, the double bladed polearm settling comfortably into his hand. “If you insist,” he said as he darted forward with a swing at the other man’s chest.
40/40 HP
Damage: 6
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:48 pm
The other general was quick, too quick for Arseno, and although the other missed vital organs, there was now a very nice, long line on the front of his chest from where the other general had been able to hit. Arseno didn't mind large cuts. Those could heal, unless they hit some sort of artery and from the way the blood was currently bleeding, it had missed any that had been close. Lucky him.
Arseno summoned his own weapon, and while the other was still within range, he swung the pick straight at Jet's shoulder, hoping that he would hit and do some damage.[HP: 34]
[Attack: 9 - 2 = 7 damage dealt]
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:09 pm
He’d hoped to get in some good damage while the first attack was offered to him, and while he managed to get at least one cut down the General’s chest.
But he should have been more careful, because Arsenopyrite pulled forth his own weapon from subspace, and the sharp end of his pick cut right across Jet’s shoulder.
He hissed as blood started to soak into his torn uniform. Zircon didn’t have a bladed weapon. He’d been lucky.
Jet had also been lucky to learn a move from her, and he jumped back just enough so he could teleport --
Above and behind the other General, letting gravity take him down as he swung his weapon at the man’s back.
33/40 HP
Damage: 10
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:52 pm
Arseno should have expected it, he really should have. His chest was starting to hurt like crazy now, and it distracted him, to the point where he missed the other general disappearing from in front of him, only to feel another slice on his back. It went through his cape and his uniform, leaving another nice cut on his torso. The heavy feeling from the first time returned, and he knew he would have to go to the medical station after this, maybe to see if they had some stitches and some vaseline or something.
If nothing else, perhaps he could brag about the scars he got to his girlfriend should these cuts leave anything.
With all of the pain muddling his thinking, he swung weakly behind him, mostly hoping that the other general would just get away from him.[HP: 24]
[Attack: 4 - 2 = 2 damage dealt]
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:05 pm
Attacking was one thing. Landing on proper footing was another. Maybe he should have practiced that move before actually trying it, because while the attack hand landed, he’d landed awkwardly and barely had time to stumble backwards when the other General countered.
Another cut, this time across his arm. He could already imagine the bitching he was going to get from Seraphinite and Aquamarine for being reckless or whatever.
Not that Seraphinite had any room to talk. He’d needed immediate medical attention after his fight with that corrupt senshi named Aue. Still, it was interesting enough to see the senshi’s attack and what it could do. Jet would probably be okay passing on finding out how he himself could handle it.
“You’re pretty good. I haven’t seen you around. Are you newly promoted or have we just not crossed paths?” Jet asked as he took a few moments to assess the damage he received, knowing the delay in his weapon’s petrification magic would start kicking in soon for the other man anyway.
31/40 HP
Damage: 2
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:41 pm
Spectator
The first time was luck.
Faustite's foot kicked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth from where he sat in the stands. Legs crossed and he leaned forward with a particular, incensed interest in the fight unfolding before him. One one hand, a general he met but once who trounced Zircon in his first round. On the other hand, a general he met many times with an imperfect moral compass and a penchant for lucky strikes. Faustite wasn't particularly invested in watching Jet win — he found the general rather boring — but he waited instead for Arsenopyrite's loss.
Unless, shockingly, the plaguebearing general had an ounce of tactics in his body.
After watching Aue lose shockingly quickly to a captain with his personal youma, he desperately wanted a fight to go in his betting favor.
Tell me you sold your personality to the devil for combat prowess. Even if it's a lie.
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 8:18 am
It seemed that the other general had stumbled a bit, which allowed Arseno to get out of the way, if only to assess the situation as quickly as he could. The pain was now on both sides of his torso, and it was muddling up his mind a bit. Luckily his last attack seemed to hit a bit, though it wasn't as much as he would have hoped. Then again, it's not like he was really aiming.
He looked at the other, standing up, hoping that the pain might go away somewhat. "A little of both I guess. I've been a general less than a year, but I also haven't met too many of my other fellow generals." It was something he had been trying to change, but with school and his starseed experiments, it just hadn't happened yet.
He smiled, though the mask covered it. "You're better than me at least when it comes to battle though. I might have to ask you for a spar sometime later if you're willing." At least he could learn how to fight a bit more. He had what could only be counted as 'scrapes' with others at this point. Even these battles in the arena had been more dangerous than any of those so far.
He noticed Faustite and someone else in the stands, and he considered himself lucky that they were being quite, which was good. He had heard some of the other... commentary going on in the other fights as he fixed himself up after the first battle. He considered it nice not having all of the yelling going on, the pain was enough to distract him. He then went after the other general again, swinging his pick at him, aiming for the other's torso.[HP: 22]
[Attack: 8 - 2 = 6 damage dealt]Guine sorry for the double quotes! Had to fix something!
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:05 am
Spectator
Yeah he was a bit of a sight now. The starseed he'd crushed between his teeth had done wonders to help his crushed throat, even if he wasn't really able to speak much now--likely wouldn't for a time yet. This was going to be interesting to explain the massive bruising on his throat to his family, never mind the massive gashes across his face.
Seraphinite's right eye and forehead were covered in bandages, for while the starseed had helped to begin to clot them and begin the healing process, they still had a ways to go before they were properly healed. He'd not risk losing his eye at least. He'd just be gaining a few new, and rather prominent, scars from the battle.
In his arms was a bound up kitten. Well. Sort of. He'd found a blanket at the medic tents that he'd wrapped her in after Jet's cape had to return to the General. Without being able to speak much, he could only offer her a simple scratch behind an ear as a way of saying he was fine, glancing down at Lace with his exposed eye before looking back to the fight. He'd not seen that other General before, and he'd heard about what had happened in Jet's previous fight. But that didn't keep him from stiffening a bit to see blood beginning to flow from Jet and staining his uniform.
It was a reflex, and really, he was a hypocrite.
These two had a hell of a way to go first though before this battle was done, and he let out a breath, wincing at the throb of pain in his throat. Wasn't the only one there though, he noticed, frowning a bit at the other Captain sitting watching the match. Not that he seemed to be enjoying himself. Seraphinite narrowed his gaze though as he took in the... metal pipes sticking out of him? Half-youma? He'd heard of them, though hadn't really met one in person.
Strickenized mention as a sort of wtf are you
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:29 am
Sparing had never really been a thing for Jet. He’d been lucky to have relatively lethal weapons as a Captain, and did his share of energy gathering and learning about senshi and their magic that training with another officer hadn’t really been necessary. Sure he trained some with others. Mostly Seraphinite and Aquamarine, but other than that he figured things out on his own.
Although he wasn’t the greatest at lacrosse, he knew enough so that handling his weapon as General wasn’t that much of a difference.
“Sure, we can spar sometime,” he said with a hint of surprised curiosity in his voice. It wasn’t every day that he got an invitation like that.
The other General didn’t waste any more time and Jet narrowly avoided being impaled by the pick, even though it cut across his chest, tearing fabric and skin. s**t. He didn’t want to end up a completely bloodied mess like Seraphinite and his opponent had.
He leapt forward to attack, swinging his weapon, but not causing as much damage as he wanted.
25/40 HP
Damage: 4
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:46 am
Arseno nodded, happy that the other was willing to do a spar sometime later. This general didn't seem... crazy, like some of the other ones. Unfortunately Arseno hadn't meant to try to impale the other general, and luckily the other leapt out of the way. Oops, He thought, thankful that Jet had dodged it, or else Arseno would have forfeited the match just to give the other some immediate medical attention.
The other general started in as soon as Arseno had though, and he had only barely leapt out of the way this time, but still got a nasty cut on his torso, again. It was going to look like he had come out of some torture chamber after all of this.
He swung his pack at the other general again, this time making the changing the angle so that the other general wouldn't get impaled, but could still be sliced.[HP: 18]
[Attack: 11 - 2 = 9 damage dealt]
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:56 am
Lace didn't know how she truly thought about these fights. As she looked at Sera who now looked like a mummy from the movies they watched on that channel called....T...N....T.....She was so upset. Her human was very much damaged and she was a pathetic kitten rolled up in a blanket because Jet had stopped her from interrupting the fight.
And Sera didn't want her running off and mourning alone, so she was stuck in this NEW burrito. Just constantly looking at her poor human, and his eye and his face and his body and just...just...
His scratch would've been pushed away if she could get her paws free, so instead she shrank away from him, her ears flattening.
If he thought she was just going to...just...love him WELL.
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 10:25 am
Jet was starting to wonder if maybe he should have eaten a starseed before the start of this fight. He’d felt fine enough other than sore from his previous fight, but the fatigue was starting to catch up with him.
s**t.
Not that he really cared if he won or lost. He’d entered for the hell of it. But he wasn’t looking forward to the nagging after for getting hurt.
Another swing across his chest made contact, cutting deeper than before and slicing through his uniform like paper. Jet raised his weapon to swing, but the previous gouge to his shoulder meant a stream of blood had dropped down his arm and his grip was lost, the weapon, now covered in blood from both of them, clattering to the ground.
16/40 HP
Damage: Miss
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 10:44 am
Jet was starting to lose a bit too much for Arseno's taste. The pre-med side of him was wanting to end the fight, to see if the other might need stitches or something. Although it didn't look like Arseno had hit an artery, Jet was losing quite a bit of blood, enough to where he coudln't even hold onto his weapon anymore. Arseno wasn't one for torture, and he hesitated on whether or not he should attack again.
Arseno sent away his weapon. He wouldn't be slicing Jet open anymore, not if he could help it. Instead, he went to punch the other in the shoulder, the one that hadn't been attacked already.[HP: 18]
[Attack: 9 - 2 = 7 damage dealt]
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