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Taki-di rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 7:06 pm
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HP: 10/20 (USE ADEPT ARTIFACT)
Damage: 6+1=7
Trinkets/Artifacts: Military Grade Weapon (2d6 + 1)
Adept Artifact Defense A (style A -3 damage taken, 4x per battle) 0/4
The force holding Nictor up finally released and he realized he's still been deadweighting and crashed to the ground. The impact was jarring and did nothing to help Nictor catch his breath, which was heaving in panic and adrenaline. He wasn't used to having this panic prolonged so much. It was often a horrible burst that would fade quickly because he over reacted but no, not this was a constant, the adrenaline was keeping him reacting while his brain tried to check out and the only thing that was keeping him from being beaten to a pule was reflex.
Nictor's distraction cost him being able to roll away and the blueblood descended on him like death itself, the weight holding him down no longer metaphysical but uncomfortably real.
Nictor yelped, a strangled noise that cut off with when the first fast punch landed on his collarbone and holy hell this bad. Nictor tried to shield himself as best he could, blocking his face and part of his chest with his arms but some still made it through and he just wanted to curl up and hide from this.
He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to be here, he just wanted to get away.
He winced with every impact and tired to press away but the cold ground was beneath him and he had nowhere to go. He flinched and flinched and hoped it would stop but the truth was there was going to be no end, Toothy was set on ending him it seemed and Nictor needed out.
The warning tense was slight, but it was the only sign of the terror of dying taking control to make him fight back against a seemingly unstoppable force.
Quickly, he took his staff in both hands once more, taking one of those quick punches for his trouble, and struck upwards at whatever he could as hard as he could because he could only cringe backwards so many times before his muscles realized that resistance would not move and picked a new way out.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 10:12 pm
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 2:54 pm
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Nictor gasped in relief when the snarling heavy troll above him disappeared, flopping onto his side and loosely holding his bo staff where his arms flopped after he struck out. Nictor could hear gasping beyond his own ragged breath, but in that second what he care about is that he could see the sky above and breath without a deadly troll bearing down on him.
The moment's respite was lost when he reminded himself that the blueblood was still there. The blueblood was still there and at some point this encounter had shifted from something friendly to something deadly. Nictor blinked a the realization and yelped, scrambling upright, nearly falling when he tried to heave himself up with aching arms. The muscles burned from twisting at weird angles and it felt like someone had put pressure on every bone in his arm but stopped just before they broke. Still, he quickly sought out Toothy as he would prefer to see the older teen coming if he decided to attack again. From the look of things, Toothy was also laid out on his back, struggling to breath, so Nictor at least had a moment.
The yellowblood took a moment to look himself over as his panic dislodged from his chest. As the adrenaline petered out, so to did his panic, unable to maintain the high stress emotion without stimuli. Nictor frowned slightly upon realizing his shirt collar had been torn and the fabric stretched, likely beyond repair. He could try, but if that failed, reuse the fabric for something else. Maybe for repairing hid jacket because the sleeves had been ripped all to hell by those spiked knuckles and Nictor was so thankful he'd worn his guards under there or he'd have more than bruises on more than his arms. He was glad he was only bleeding a little from those strikes near the end.
Nictor blinked slowly after considering the damage to himself.
That was pretty intense. His fingers shook with the loss of adrenaline he finally looked at his bo staff. It took a few seconds but then he dropped the weapon like it was a live wire preparing to fry him. Oh. Oh no. looking back at Toothy now, there was a different dread and anxiety building in his stomach. Nictor had hit him. He'd hit him and hurt him and oh no no no he'd done thatToothy was still over there gasping for breath and Nictor did that. He didn't mean too but the blueblood told him too and then went at him so hard and the guttural hum of Toothy growling had driven Nictor further into panic and when it didn't stop, he just reacted. Except now he'd hurt Toothy and this is not what Nictor expected or wanted from this entire encounter at all.
Shakily, Nictor put away his collapsible bo staff and crawled over to toothy on his hands and knees, getting more dirk ground into his clothes. The fight was over, or at least Nictor hoped.
"H-h-hey, T-toothy?" Nictor ventured, hovering above the blubeblood hesitantly, not quite able to see the extent of the damage with the blubeblood turned to the side. "T-t-toothy? A-are you o----kay? I-I di-didn't m-m-mean it,
I sw----ear."
Unsure what to do but concerned for the other's well being and rather too tired to fully exercise his paranoia and really really hoping he hadn't well and truly hurt the other, Nicotr tried to roll Toothy over with one hand while the other hovered close to the blueblood's neck, wanting to inspect but unsure what to do. Slightly, he brushed the other's neck with his fingertips, wondering how the heck he was supposed to assess the damage and just hoping Toothy would respond.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 4:46 pm
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The coughs racked his frame. Each push of air tore through his throat, and the soreness spread from his neck down to his chest. Underneath, his stomach still stung from the earlier hit. As did his knees a little. Just a few hits in, and he was already down for the count. What energy he had was almost completely spent on the earlier frantic energy and dogged focus.
He had wiped out.
A voice called to him, sounding distant in his preoccupied spongeclots. A hand touched and pushed him a little, then another hand went for his throat. Flashes of his attacks on Rasali immediately flashed through his head, mixed with the feeling that it would be him on the receiving end this time. He was vulnerable, and he wasn't going to expose his neck and belly to that. Not here. Not now.
Reemus lashed out one last time, a sharp reflex of unpolished aggression going backwards at Nictor's face. He let out a halfway between grunt and growl as he did so.
Then, maybe because fatigue, or maybe because he realized who it was, he sagged and the fuzziness dissipated from inside his head. Reemus realized he had aimed for Nictor's eye and he still had his spiked knuckles on.
"Oh- o-oh no-"
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 6:13 pm
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Well. Toothy reacted.
Nictor's yelp of surprise when Toothy suddenly moved was transformed into a shriek when steel knuckles made contact. Nictor had jerked away when the blueblood moved, not exactly sure what was moving but there was something coming at him. Unfortunately, he didn't quite make it out of the way. Or really get out of the way at all.
The yellowblood would have been better off if he's ducked down, but instead,
he'd reared backwards, which unfortunately did not get him out of range. He saw something coming at him, he wasn't entirely sure what, but he tried to avoid it. By the time he realized it wasn't a swipe coming at him but a punch, well, there was no time left.When he saw was the glint of metal cresting knuckles, he realized his mistake. Oh.
Underneath Nictor's cry, the wet crunch of cartilage and bone could be heard as the fist slammed full force into the middle of his face, breaking his nose and tearing the skin. The yellowblood fell back, hands flying to bis face and legs wildly kicking to get him away from the blueblood that was most certainly still a threat, what was wrong with him why did he think that it'd be okay? The ferocity of that fight had already told him that Toothy's nice act was probably just an act! Nictor hadn't sparred before but he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be like that! It was fighting on friendly terms, and Toothy was supposed to teach him how to fight not... not pummel him!
He'd gotten distracted from it all though by the realization he'd hurt Toothy because there was nothing more horrifying than the realization he could hurt someone. It was gut churning and terrible and consuming. He didn't want to hurt people, he never did! The choking he'd heard was real, he was so sure of it. Nictor did that to Toothy and that made him want to throw up on the spot.
He'd hurt Toothy, but...
But Toothy had tried so hard to hurt him! He'd even done it first too, devolving their spar into a dire conflict. Nictor had hit him to get him off,
anything to get him off. At least that's how he'd felt at the moment. It was so fast and he was scared, he was so scared but he couldn't think about that,
he just had to react. After that though, he didn't like what he'd done.
So he checked on Toothy instead of running, and that was his mistake.
Now Nictor was halfway across he clearing from the blueblood, loosey curled in the ground with blood running between his fingers across his face. His expressions was crumpled in pain and if he moved at all his whole face hurt.
The spiked knuckles had punctured and torn, making four deep holes but ripping up the skin between them too. It hurt and there was yellow everywhere and he couldn't see because his eyes were tearing up and his hands half covered everything.
It really hurt.
It wasn't the first time he'd gotten a cut, but this was probably one of, if not the worst. His hands shook, and slid slightly from where they were pressed to try and keep the blood in, making him cry out. Ow.
Small soft keens spilled form his lips as he struggled upright, still trying to hold his face together. He couldn't even see Toothy, but he wasn't sure he really wanted to at this point. The blueblood hadn't followed up with another blow but Nictor didn't know what to think. His head hurt from more than just the punch. Toothy had seemed nice. He was nice in an honest and open way that made it hard to think he was a liar. But then Toothy had gone at him so violently and then this and Nictor didn't know what to do or think and there was blood blood blood everywhere, the smell was smothering everything and spilling through his sinuses and dripping between his teeth.
The yellowblod couldn't stop the sob that wracked his frame. He didn't like the smell of blood, or the taste, or the feeling. Nothing good came with it. Bile pushed at the back of his throat and that was never a good sign. He felt small and scared and confused and he just wanted to leave. He was exhausted and stressed and somehow he expected this to end terribly, but this was terrible in a different way because he didn't know what to think.
Hesitantly, wincing as the skin pulled, Nictor took his hands away from his face, trying to blink the world back into focus. Unsteadily, he fumbled to his feet, trying his damndest to keep his expression the same, and soon one hand was hovering back up there again to try and keep the blood from spilling into his mouth.
"I-aaaaaaah." Nictor tried to speak but oh man that moved everything and it hurt. He brace dand tried again. "I th---ink I'm g-g-going to g-go."
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2017 6:08 pm
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Reemus caught the sight of yellow blood spray onto the ground. Even if he didn't continue to watch it drip, that would have been enough to confirm the hit landed all too well. In a fair fight, a shot that good would've been spectacular. Reemus's mind raced. Nictor had choked him, and he responded in self-defense. He had also pummeled the s**t out of Nictor, on the ground and intense like the case with Rasali. Would he have stopped? Did he need such a huge intervention to stop? And even then, there was a final swipe at Nictor's face.
Spars could be very violent, and no one broke a bone, but Reemus's gut roiled. He felt bad, and hadn't even told he had done something wrong. But something wasn't right. Nictor was upset, and his face was a mess and Reemus had done it and-
He just didn't know! But could he have stopped? Could he have stopped...?
Reemus could only watch as Nictor stumbled onto his feet, Reemus's arms drooping down his own sides. The coughing had tapered off, but he felt dizzy. His head hurt. With every new frantic thought it hurt even more. Looking at Nictor made his head hurt. This isn't what I wanted.
His fists clenched and unclenched. He wanted to get on his feet and help, but what if he just hurt the younger teen some more? He couldn't trust himself. That thought alone threw a sickening punch to his gut. Reemus felt like he might throw up.
"I'm sorry. I-" He inhaled, trying not to panic and wheeze as he tried to mend the situation. But his voice failed him, deflating into another small "I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say. He didn't know what else to do.
Maybe...there wasn't anything he could do.
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