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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 10:12 am
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Uru was just finishing up his first half our of practicing. His body glistened under the right light, his chest rising with deep breathes as his covered hands rested on his hip. His top damped at the neck and arm and at the hem where he occasionally brought it up to wipe his face, revealing his stomach. But his focus wasn't his appearance, it was the stubborn punching bag that continued to sway in front of him. He could wail on it all day but it would never show any signs of abuse. It was durable, but that was what the school probably had in mind; something that could withstand monsters and undead, either and demons. He stepped away from the punching bag, opening it up for someone else, as he went to the bleachers where his bag and bottle sat. Searching for a towel, he took swigs of water, unaware of his surroundings.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 5:52 am
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:45 pm
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Just as the fire demon's tail flared in irritation, his eyes' colors bled solid; his right eye's gold creeping outward to the rim of his iris as his left's blue moved to the pupil. He grinned an amused grin, a huff in his chest. He didn't get a lot of spars. He was in the gym constantly, but no one really came up to him. He recalled another hellhound - cold aligned, but that was but a brief one. The undead abomination beat him sorely. West, a friend of Damien's, also beat the hell out of him with no real contest. He wasn't a sore loser, he enjoyed it actually - the fight. It was much better than punching a bag that didn't push back.
The comment made him glance down at himself. He was wearing his usual dark colored tank top and athletic shorts. Aside from that, nothing special. He could buy himself another pair - in fact, he probably had dozen more like them in-between the two dorms. He didn't mind clothes, he could do without them, but social norms and policies and such... Besides, if they got going, the ghouls would surely want to watch two - if he was being objective - good looking boils going at it burning each other's clothes off.
Uru moved toward the ring. "I accept the challenge, but know that I am not afraid of fire like some Halloweeners. It'll be a fun one, so have me work for it, Fire Demon."
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phantompanther13 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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PhiferWolf rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 9:36 am
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The Hël'würgen rolled his shoulders before bringing his shoulders down, fists up, and legs apart; steady and strong. Mimicking the 'Flame Demon', he allowed his azure flames sprout from his fist, dancing along the leather of his gloves. Simple intimidation tactics, but it also meant he wouldn't have to summon them on the spot either. They gave a nice bite to his punches, he suppose. Maybe talking wasn't the way to get through with this demon, maybe his fists might be able to.
With a sharp inhale, he ducked down, zipping toward the fire demon in a low sprint. In a blink, he threw a sharp upper cut aiming at the boil's chin. Chances of missing was good; he could manage a blow to the chest, hit the boil's arm guards, or his general face if he tried to pull back. Regardless, he was in close quarters now and that was where he excelled.
BATTLE INFO Damage Done: 0 Damage Taken: 4 HP: 50/50
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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phantompanther13 rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-20)
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PhiferWolf rolled 9 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3
Total: 20 (9-36)
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 8:50 pm
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Uru watched as the demon took flight, using the momentum of his strike to take to the air. Though it was brief as he felt a weight smash down onto his back, letting loose a cry as he hit the ground. The demon hound braced himself the best he could, throwing his arm back to get the winged student off him, but he was already gone. However, before the demon landed, Uru was already on him. Right hooks, left hooks, right jab, left strike to the shoulder, foot sweep, feint kick into a mid-chest thrust, his body was lit with a blaze of competition - literally. His fists took on his flames, striking at the boil with each practiced, successive movement. He couldn't let the boil get a break or he might get a chance to use a nasty spell on him.
BATTLE INFO Damage Done: 18 Damage Taken: 8 HP: 42/50
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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phantompanther13 rolled 7 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 3, 4, 4, 3, 1
Total: 21 (7-28)
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PhiferWolf rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 3
Total: 10 (3-12)
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 7:24 am
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Uru let out a cry agony, doubling back, clutching his chest. That one really hurt. To solidify a flame is something that was beyond his imagining. It stung, it singed, it behaved like fire but the slash didn't burn away his flesh like a fire. It cut. It cut deep. His eyes flashed briefly before a grin came across his face. "Nice one, you may have to teach me that." Or he could just watch him do it again, pick up a trick or two. Uru moved quickly, closing the distance between them. He threw a hard forward punch with his right just past the boil's head. Any fighter would attempt to dodge him, it would make logical sense. However, it was but a distraction for it was the free hand that he'd be aware of. Uru's hand glanced across the fire demon's body in a sweeping motion. It hadn't mattered where he touched. The hellhound grinned as he watched the spot where he had contacted began to bloom in frost. Slowly creeping outward and deep.
"You can run, but my frost will run deep. From the inside out."
BATTLE INFO Damage Done: 3 (turn 1 of Tainted Fang) Damage Taken: 19 HP: 19/50
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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phantompanther13 rolled 11 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 3, 2, 1, 4, 1, 1
Total: 19 (11-44)
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PhiferWolf rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 1, 2, 3
Total: 14 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 11:35 am
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Uru braced himself down, keeping his feet firm on the ground as his muscles tensed. Unlike the boil who was fully clothed, he wore but a tank top and shorts. There was nothing to protect him from the flames but his own flesh. Still, he liked the challenge. The demon retaliated to his creeping frost with a barrage of flames. It was something he marveled at briefly, it was another trick he wanted to learn. His flames didn't leave his fist unless they had something to burn - a surface, an object, a creep. The demon punched at the incoming attacks, dissolving some with force, but others caught his shoulders and legs, singed him as they passed by, but he could not help but see the thrill in it. Standing before raining fire, fighting back with just his fists.
With the winged demon landed, Uru barked out a laugh as he placed a hand over his chest. "See? That is something I cannot do with my fire. Not yet. But this is probably something you cannot do with yours." He taunted as a cool blue wispy smoke wafted from his contact. Perhaps the flame demon could see it, but the coolness was relaxing his aches, solidifying his muscles, thin coverings of his wounds to prevent outside air from stinging. He was healing himself.
BATTLE INFO Damage Done: 3 (turn 2 of Tainted Fang) Damage Taken: 8.5 HP: 19 - 8.5 + 10 = 21.5/50
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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