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PhiferWolf rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 9
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 10:11 pm
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"My FEAR takes the form of a blue fire because it is what my family is known for. One seeks comfort in fire. That is what I am able to bring. But just as much, I could numb you to everything - into nothing."
Uru came up to Andrew, drawing a fist back before throwing his full weight into a right hook. The intimidating went a lot better than he had thought. It was mostly to discourage him from using his flames to overpower his own, but it would appear that this demon's fear was his own FEAR. Naturally, a flame demon was afraid of becoming cold.
Uru wouldn't do that to the boil.
"It's the Cocytus' job to guide those 'til their end. We can't make them forget, but we can at least make them feel at ease with it." The blue eyed demon shrugged nonchalantly, squatting down to the demon. The hit was pretty hard, perhaps it would be best if he stuck around to make sure Andrew was okay, though....
BATTLE INFO Damage Done: 11 Damage Taken: 0 HP: 16/50
T1 (5d4 ) Siphon (The Chill) - Small blue smokey wisps from his fingers as he places it on target, sapping pain away from the individual. T2 (3d4 ) Creeping Frost (Tainted Fang) - While distracting with attacks, a swipe of his palm creates a creeping frost on the contacted area. T3 (9d4 ) Cocytus Fang (Battle Cry) - Aggressive kick-boxing maneuvers with signature cold-flames engulfing his feet and fists. Contact gives a cold-burning sensation.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 7:15 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 5:00 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 5:13 am
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Theoretically, it is possible to do that. But the amount of effort he'd have to put in to combat the extremely high levels of heat this one gave off... would likely take more than a few minutes to do. But Andrew hadn't known that. Apparently, the idea of it freaked the flame demon out. Fair enough, he wasn't exactly keen being burned alive. Burned flesh doesn't smell good. Like, at all. The flame demon rubbed his jaw, brushed off his offer of help to get up himself. Uru's eyes narrowed as he shook off the bit of residual ache of his recent blow.
Uru's hands shot up - not touching - to catch him if he swayed too much one way or the other. "Alright, that sounds good. You gave me a good run there. Might have to practice on being able to throw my FEAR like you do." He recalled how that attack was difficult to dodge and taking it full on - wasn't fun at all.
Uru was a big individual, not overly so that he lumbered, but he was a fit, proportionate boil. He does hit hard, but he also cared about creeple that he found himself acquainted with.
"You going to be okay?"
phantompanther13 You can end it however you like :3
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