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Kaefaux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 12:51 am
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Natsuko-neko rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 12:58 am
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Kaefaux rolled 8 12-sided dice:
11, 3, 9, 5, 2, 6, 3, 2
Total: 41 (8-96)
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:09 am
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She'd had enough. His strike hit--again--and Agsil backed up, ducking away from his weapon. Sucking in a breath, and knowing she was on shaky enough terms as it was to even be trying to use this, she focused her FEAR. The ink began to well from her claws as she lifted a single hand, merging together into a long, dripping whip. As bits of the ink dropped to the ground, they hissed, acidic and burning whatever they touched.
Including Agsilved's own hands.
Manipulating ink was just part of who she was. It was as easy as breathing, in a sense. But turning her own blood, her own self, into acid? Was not such a walk in the park. Necessary at times. But not advisable always.
For now? It was necessary. She lashed out, slashing through the air with the whip, the droplets flying haphazardly as she aimed the main force of the acidic ink towards the Hunter. The dragon said nothing, did nothing else. She didn't sneer, she didn't crow. She was in pain and she wanted this fight over.
[HP: 3/40] [DMG: 3+9+5 = 17 | DMG to self: 2, 6+3+2 = 11 x .8 = 9] [Roll: attack 2d8 - 6 | defend 1d6] [FEAR: Gambler's Chance. Tier Two: Dice: 8d12 First Dice: 1-6: Miss 7-12: Hit Damage: Total of second, third, and fourth dice. Fifth Dice: 1: Take the full 100% damage. 2-4: Take 80% damage (multiply result by .8 ) 5-7: Take 75% damage (multiply result by .75.) 8-12: Take 50% damage (multiply result by .5 or divide by 2) Damage to Self: Total of last three dice multiplied or divided by the modifier. This always hits you!
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Natsuko-neko rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:40 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:46 am
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Agsilved was swaying. She wasn't doing well, breathing heavily and watching the Hunter with a hostility only akin to a beast attacking out of survival. Though she was still her, no mindless creature, there was no denying the small hint of relief that drifted through her face before she closed off her expressions, forcing her body to remain still as she drew herself up to her full height.
Not that it was... so impressive, but.
"Get out of here," she hissed, her voice icy and filled with the strength that a dragon's pride demanded. "As I have said. Learning is all well and good, but in doing so you must acknowledge the places you do not belong, human." She began to back up, aware of the fog at her back, even as her violet eyes remained locked on the Hunter's now also bleeding form. Her ink blood dripped from her sliced abdomen and her burned fingers. She would heal. In time.
But how would he fair?
[HP: 3/40]
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 2:01 am
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