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kuumeii rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 2:11 pm
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Hunting. That's what she was doing. Hunting for any and all experience she could get. Long gone were the days of sitting in her hut staring at the walls, briefly exchanging pleasantries with her Clan members when they were around. This was something more, something necessary to feed that urge inside. It was like an inferno tearing at her body.
Which might explain why she ended up near the Halloween training area, or gym, whatever it might be called. No matter the name she was still on that hunt to find a partner to hone her skills on. Even these Halloweeners must know a thing or two about battles she thought to herself.
It couldn't just be ANY Halloweener though. No, Iyari had a specific image in mind to find her opponent. She wanted someone big and menacing. Someone who fit the description of a warrior - or at least in Halloween terms. Iyari had to be less picky to get anywhere with her fighting skills anyways.
In that search she passed by some students, sticking out like a sore thumb among them while she scanned them. Ghosts. No. Too small... What IS that? Despite often being told that each student had their own style, it wasn't fitting her own need.
That's a big guy.
Iyari stopped and grinned as she saw the crimson hair, the dark body and just how TALL he was. Iyari smirked. "Found you." She muttered to herself and she approached him, calling on her Kopis blade in her hand and she stopped near him.
"YOU!" She called loudly to him, unfurling her wings out and pointing her blade to him. "I require a duel and want to see what Halloween has to offer. Are you up for a challenge like that?" The green in her eyes blazed and she smirked at him.
"If you don't have fear, that is."Iyari STATS HP: 40/40 Dice: 2 D8 -6 Fear Attack: Swift Strikes
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Miidnight Melody rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 2:18 pm
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Surely he would be scolded for this, but San wants to get back into fit shape despite the leg injury. The boil won't let that stand in his way of what he came here for. He is a warrior, and so is the rest of his family. That is the only thing he is proud of which is his skill that he wish to polish more and be in control of.
Sitting for now, the Rakshasa check on his bandages and checks to see the other creeple here. He would like to spar with someone, but they would have to be a bit tough. It's nothing against them, not at all, but he would feel better if he fights someone who has the skills to stand their own ground. It'll make him less nervous.
Once he feels ready, the large boil got up and walks around to see for an opponent to spar with. But much to his surprise, they approach him instead as he heard a voice of a ghoul calling at his direction.
He turns to see her, and she is unlike anyone he saw here at school. His glowing eyes follow from her blade, to her feathers, and then up to see her face as she asks for a duel. She knows how to fight, and that's what he want. But her last few words made him growl, stretching out his hands as his sharp, claw like nails gleam. "If that is what you wish . . ." San will happily oblige to her request as the once stoic demon shown some hidden fury only to be seen in his fiery eyes.
San's Stats HP: 30/30 Dice: 2 d6-6 Fear Attack: Blood Frenzy (Battle Cry)
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 2:52 pm
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Miidnight Melody rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 3:01 pm
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 5:04 pm
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Miidnight Melody rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 5:37 pm
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 5:30 pm
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Miidnight Melody rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 5:34 pm
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 5:43 pm
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Miidnight Melody rolled 4 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 2, 4
Total: 10 (4-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 8:49 pm
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His eyes had filled with bloodlust and Iyari sat in her stance, waiting for the large cat to pounce back on her. The frustration was fueling him onward and she was excited for that. But the bandage...
As the tiger fell to the ground she stared at with a collect, analyzing stare and shook her head, swinging her blade down so it disappeared and she walked back to him, moving to his back and she pressed down her bare foot onto the wound, listening to the great scream of the beast and she glared back at him. "A warrior is only as good as the sum of their parts." The mare nearly spat the words at him and bent down over him, staring at the hap-hazard bandage and she moved back, walking to his front.
There was that gaze looking over him as she moved her eyes from his head to his tail. "Born a warrior yet with your physique you don't wish yourself a warrior." Iyari said in a matter-of-fact way. It was odd to see a tiger this way, even if it wasn't a normal tiger.
"Tch." She added and crossed her arms, her wings furling out at her sides and up in her agitation. "Halloween has spoiled you. Maybe you have other aspirations, but there is always going to be a need to fight and you won't get anywhere if you start by ignoring your own pain. Let alone your skills." Could it even be called advice? Her words were somewhere between helpful and condescending, but it was the best she could do considering her level of sheer annoyance.
"Either you properly address your wound or I'll do it." She said, bending down to look him in the eye. "And that would put you in debt of War."
Iyari STATS HP: 40/40 Dice: 2 D8 -6 Fear Attack: Swift Strikes
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 10:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 10:26 pm
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Iyari jumped back as the mouth came over and he yanked out a few feathers, she glared at the large cat form. "It's cowardice when you can't admit it to yourself." She said, watching the cat try to limp from her and she shook her head, walking after him. "Anger towards me is fine. I don't care much for the opinion of Halloween things, but even I know you have more to offer as a warrior than most of them."
Iyari stopped following him and pulled her wings back to her side, staring at him with a gleam in her eyes again. "Hold onto that anger. You'll need it for our rematch. You might not have been able to spill any of my blood, but..." She moved her wing up. "Even if you didn't get my primaries, a mark is a mark." A smirk found it's way to her lips and she crossed her arms across her body.
"I'll come find you afterward. See if I can't get one of you up to a suitable level." It was her last words before she turned again, smirking as she summoned her mount. It roared as it was released and the Jaguar glared towards San with it's fangs baring. "You can't deny we have... likeness." The mare said, moving into the Jaguar with ease and petting between her ears, turning back.
"Soon." She said before the cat leaped off of it's haunches and into action, running from the Amityville grounds and back towards the tower. Despite the battle having to end early, Iyari was at least content. Not the true fulfilling battle that she craved, but something to get herself started.
(1290)Iyari STATS HP: 40/40 Dice: 2 D8 -6 Fear Attack: Swift Strikes
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 11:07 pm
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He roar at her when she spat out, the feathers he bit fell out of his mouth. "You stepped on my leg!" All he wants to do is get away from her, but this cadlejacking mare is walking after him now. Just what did he do to deserve this karma? He doesn't even care of what she thinks of him and what he has to offer . "Go away, just go faaar away from me or else . . ." The beast stop and turns to see her straight at her throat as he imagines just how splendid it'll be to rip her throat out with his bare teeth. That'll be something to remember.
She doesn't need to tell him to hold his anger. It's always there, bubbling away when he tries to discipline himself. Slowly his gaze follows down to see her ruffling feathers, and the spot of missing feathers. Apparently, he had sign up for a rematch and he's not happy about that.
Before him, she summon her mount and saw another feline creature in the room. The jaguar roar, and he roars back in retaliation as he stood his ground. Despite the injure leg he will not let it push him around. He growls lowly, glowering his glowing eyes at her. "I highly doubt that . . ." That's something he will deny for as long as he is alive, and he will be alive for a long time.
The jaguar leaps away as she took off, and he merely stares until she is gone. And he turns around to go back to his dorm, needing his rest after this humiliation and leg.
San's Stats HP: 25/30 Dice: 2 d6-6 Fear Attack: Blood Frenzy (Battle Cry)
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