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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-40)
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 Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:16 pm
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:27 pm
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HP: 40/40
DMG: 7 - 2 = 5
Chrysocolla was still a little bruised up from last round - energy consumption and water and salve couldn't cure anything, and she hadn't really had any external injuries but bruises and scrapes, so what was there to really do? Chalcanthite, Chalcanthite - she'd caught a glimpse of his first round fight out of the corner of her eye, and thinking about the imminent clash made her grimace. A long-range weapon with nothing around to improvise a weapon against.
Her best bet was to get in close and hit hard, but the nerves were very much still there, maybe even worse than they had been with Pyrophanite -- she was the only Eternal, she had to make a good showing, but she was tired (as always) and a little panicky and had some very exposed arms. She'd never been shot before. It wasn't an experience she'd been planning to have possibly ever.
But she had a fight to win.
Chrysocolla gave Chalcanthite a sheepish wave, smile a little awkward, and blinked out of existence to reappear behind him - she aimed to pin his arms behind his back, prevent him from even summoning that bow in the first place - it could have been more forceful, but this wasn't meant to desocket his arms. She just wanted to restrain him.
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-12)
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:42 pm
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Spectator
Ochre didn't normally attend tournaments — he never liked to see his comrades get hurt or hurt each other, even in good sport — but he made the exception to watch Chalcanthite contend. He first thought about trying to discourage the new general, since fighting not long after he got a promotion probably wasn't a good idea, but the dissuasion was maybe not the best idea. Maybe Chalcanthite could learn his new weapon better when put under pressure like this. Or he could make some new connections, or even win the tournament somehow. Ochre didn't know.
But he did know that he felt pretty nervous sitting in the stands. He kept his hair all wadded up into his lap, where it assembled a great read spaghetti mound, and he looked on toward the contenders. This one was a short eternal senshi like himself who he didn't recognize. Maybe he met her before at some point and he just couldn't remember. That seemed to be a thing lately, and it left him doubly uneasy.
That unease only grew as the match was called, and they started to engage each other. Chrysocolla attempted the first blow, and Chalcanthite responded. Already Ochre started to wince. He started to chew his fingernails just from the tension in the air.
Yeah, attending this fight was probably a bad idea.
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:55 pm
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HP: 39/40
DMG: 10
It all would have been fine. It would have been fine, with Ochre in the stands, but she knew he wasn't there for her. No, no; Chrysocolla got no spectators and everyone else got their friends and compatriots (she didn't include Schorl and subordinates as spectators, that was something entirely different) and that wasn't - that wasn't fine, because there were a lot of things she was actually kind of pissed off about, one of them including the fact that if she'd been about three-four inches shorter she would have been about eye-level with Chalcanthite's waist. She wanted to be taller and she wasn't and it was a childish issue, it was so incredibly petty, but in that moment it felt like it mattered.
Everyone had things she didn't have and it wasn't fair.
It was easy, to teleport again just close enough; one hand shot out for his bow, and even if it disappeared - willed away by its' owner - the second she had it in hand, she still had two hands total.
The other was faster. Chrysocolla grabbed one of Chalcanthite's arrows and, without a second of hesitation, stabbed it right into him.
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 12-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-12)
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 11:19 pm
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HP: 34/40
DMG: 10
The elbow to Chrysocolla's head made her lose her focus, for a second, and she stepped back and let her vision focus. The only thing she wanted to see, the only thing she saw, was her and General Chalcanthite; he was bloody and one of her gloves, if she thought about it, had his blood on it. She'd done a good job. She'd hurt him. But it hadn't been enough, no, it hadn't been enough; two teleports in short succession had her blinking as the world realigned even still, and he hadn't really hit her back, even if it had hurt.
Wasn't she worth it? She was an opponent just like anyone and it shouldn't have mattered, her age or her size, because she had earned this, she had earned this through loyalty and she deserved better and it still wasn't fair.
It was too hard to grab another arrow, with Chalcanthite alert; she swept a leg behind his, instead, foot hooking around ankle and dragging him down for a painful meeting with the ground.
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 12:09 am
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:33 pm
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:34 pm
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HP: 32/40
DMG: 5
The bow jabbed into the meat of Chrysocolla's thigh; it didn't hurt much at all but she still stepped back, because if pulling muscles in her legs hurt, what the hell would an actual injury feel like? It was just caution, that was all. Just caution. She breathed deeply for a second and pushed her hair out of her face, gloved fingers digging into the skin of her forehead.
Focus.
He was half-up, half-standing; that wasn't what she wanted, but it did put his head and neck at a more accessible height. A balled fist struck his neck with the back of a glove, crystals scratching. She didn't want to kill him, just put him back on the ground, and if this wouldn't immediately kill him it was fine.
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