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PhiferWolf rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-8)
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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:33 am
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:34 am
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:35 am
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ATTEMPT 5
Uru stood at the base of the hill, staring up at the swirling, black clouds that hung over the top of the peak, the crackling thunder that seemed to roll down it, the flashing lightening that seemed to illuminate it in a light that was intimidating. But he wasn’t going to be intimidated this time; not again. He wasn’t go wince when he felt the pain. He wasn’t going to flinch when the thunder cracked too loud. He was a hellhound of Cocytus, he was his father’s son. He was strong and he was determined. Not to mention, incredibly stubborn and, arguably, stupid. Fastening his gloves, he stretched out briefly, ensuring that his body was limber and would not lock if he was struck. This was his fourth white tank top and he wasn’t intending to go back to the Maul to get more. He made a mental note to do it anyway and to keep the remnants of his previous attempts as spare cloth to use for whatever other reason. Probably mend up Fraustus if he got hurt again, or himself. Probably himself. Or to clean, that is also a good use for unused and disposable rags. He smiled at himself as his train of thought wavered from the Thunder Road to his room and what he was going to do with six, large white shirts with holes and burns in them. Rolling his eyes, and throwing his hands over his head for a final stretch, he set off in a brisk jog. It was almost immediate when the sound of thunder came crashing down above him and the sound of shattering rock and earth nearby. He had dodged a strike, or he was just lucky. He would probably go with that, it was luck that it had missed him. By, like a lot. He could smell the burn smell.
HP: 40 - dodge |
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:37 am
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HP: 20 - strike
It was going to be a total of five white shirts that he’ll have to throw away and purchase. He cursed under his breath as he knelt on the ground, his back arched as his head hung down. He let out panted breath as he tried to gather himself, to stop himself from trembling. The shock of being struck taking its course through his body. His fingers clenched, his toes curled, his eyes shut tight, he felt his chest constrict. He tried to steady his breathing; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Opening his eyes, he pushed himself up shakily, trying to roll off the pain of his back. The strike was clean, it was on his right shoulder, he could see the burned fringes of the shirt by glancing over his side.
Rolling his shoulders, he began a jog that accelerated into run, that became a full on sprint with parkour to keep his adrenaline going.
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:38 am
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HP: 10 - nick
His pace was good. He kept going and he was happy with the progress he was making. The pain that was arching through his back, burning at his nerves was slowly fading away and he was smiling at himself that he kept pushing. He was proud. If he had let it bother him, he would have cursed himself and pushed himself to do something else to make up for it. The first time was an extra repetition of sit ups. The next was two more reps of push-ups and an extra hour of punching bag practice because of how close he was to finishing. The third attempt was a full on work out with extra reps of everything considering he had been wiped out before he even started. The fourth attempt, he took it easier on himself, only limiting himself to shadow boxing to hammer in some moves that he had been working on, just enough to sweat to warrant a long, relaxing shower. This time, if he had failed at this rate, he was certain that he was going to have to just relax, to go back to his room and read, because there was no point in pushing himself over something that was more luck than actual endurance. The demon could only take so many strikes of electricity so many times.
It was then that his foot caught on something just as a crash of thunder rolled above. He cursed out; throwing his hand out to get some balance before the strike came down, nicking his right side, the blast sending him barreling off. Luckily, he managed to land into a crouch, growling at the position he was just in. Jerking his head back to the peak, he made a mad dash to it. He could not take another hit. He absolutely could not.
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:41 am
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:43 am
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