[Battle PRP] [1 v 1] Push Wheel Into Face (Before vs Herryk)

[Huni Pi]

"Okay. I acknowledge I, uh, totes attacked you. Then. But um. This ain't then?" Before reasoned as he does try to stand. Except the weird-a** padded floor shifted beneath his weight, sending him flat on his a** xAx

Vanna wishes to extend an apology for the embarrassment that is her partner. Seriously. Just. XC

HP: 33
Damage: 0
Charge: 2/2 | The Eye (2d4)

pinchmonster

Is it okay for me to try to use Before's Charge next round if we miss for another round?

 

[bipolar bee]

"Oh, and Herryk is just supposed to forget that this scrawny little man killed Herryk?" Killed was a little extreme, really, but Herryk was not in the mood to mince words.

A loud bark of laughter burst forth from the hulking boil as Before toppled back onto the floor. Really, this was... this was the most surreal experience that Herryk had ever been through.

Needless to say, it wasn't easy to beat up on something that was hiding behind a giant wheel. Despite the fact that Herryk wanted nothing more than to take his fist and apply it directly to Before's forehead, but out of childish indignation that maybe Before wasn't taking this seriously, Herryk lifted one broad foot and smashed it down on the wheel once again.

HP: 26
Damage: 3
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi

Please do. This is getting ridiculous. Next they'll just start punching themselves.

 

[Huni Pi]

It was more instinctive than anything, but Before saw that foot heading for him! And instead of squeaking like the squeak toy in the maws of a piranha chihuahua, Vanna increased in size to absorb most of the force. Peering around his weapon, Before pointed an accusing finger, "DUDE YOU ARE TOTES NOT DEAD!" >CCCCC "Also, didn't that not-Aria monster thinger say you dudes can't die? Far as I see it, we just make you go away." >8CCCCCCC

HP: 30
Damage: N/A
Charge: 0/2 | The Eye (2d4)
Effect: Target subtracts -3 instead of -6 to determine damage for the next 2 rounds.

pinchmonster

 

[bipolar bee]

Herryk was tiring of this silly talk and yet he could not help but feel almost horrifically charmed by the hunter he was staring down. It wasn't as if the little fleshy thing before him was trying to attack him outright - so far he'd really just been making every attempt at protecting himself, which was smart enough.

Herryk felt like a horrible boil at that thought. Was he really beginning to soften up that much? Maybe he was just getting tired, but that would be ridiculous. He was undead. He didn't sleep. Boredom? Perhaps, but Herryk wasn't one to give up so easily on a task.

Then again, Herryk had the feeling that if he let his guard down, that's when the wily little hunter would spring.

"Okay, so Herryk does not die, but it does not feel good to disperse."

Was he pouting? Maybe a little.

HP: 26
Damage: fml
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

"Yeah? Well, we die. And we don't come back either. If we did..." Before shuddered at the thought, "Hey, Heric, can't I call you Conan instead? 'Cuz you totes remind me of this way awesome buff dude who dresses and looks a lot like you! Except he's not your skin-color."

Before then proceeds to narrate excitedly about Conan the Barbarian from his childhood. Of the movie with that badass of badasses who didn't do kung fu but like totes slaughtered everything and- in the process of his eager, rapid-fire explanation, his grip on Vanna ended up going slack.

So much so that when he wildly flailed his hand, the wheel just sort of soared off his hand and ricocheted against the wall. Then another. Then the floor. The soft padding absorbing most of the force before it headed right for Herryk. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" DDDDDDDD8 "He'll never let me call him Conan now!!!!" ;A;!!!!!

Vanna may or may not have leapt off his hand to spare herself the headache that was her partner's childish chatter. JSYK.

HP: 30
Damage: (20-3)/2 = 9
Charge: 1/2 | The Eye (2d4)
Round: 1/2

pinchmonster

 

[bipolar bee]

Herryk had listened intently to the mindless prattle that the hunter before him was spewing incessantly, and he was just about to smash one beefy fist into Before's face when the wheel took off like a rocket, zipping hither and yon before landing directly against Herryk's torso.

And it hurt.

Herryk doubled over with a bellow, driving his fist into Before's foot as he fell to his knees. Whatever damage the hunter endured was purely accidental. And no, Before, Herryk will never let you call him Conan now.

8C

HP: 17
Damage: 2
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

Before is sorry! Really, he is! And then the Halloweener smashed his fist onto Before's foot and the trainee is suddenly down on his a**, clutching the toe-area. "Gaaaah, n-no sandals for me for a while," he winces, then turns to face his opponent. "Oh shi-VANNA! ERIC WITH AN H!!! I'M SORRY!!!" He repeats his apology like a mantra as he reached out to retrieve Vanna from the Halloweener's torso. But given Before's position as well as that of his opponent, he doesn't realize Vanna's spikes seems to have lodged into him.

So when he pulls his weapon free with a grunt, he may have ended up doing more harm than good. ;A; "Oh s**t, oh s**t, ARE YOU BLEEDING?! Wait, do you even bleed? I'M SO SORRY!!!!"

HP: 28
Damage: (13-3)/2 = 5
Charge: 2/2 | The Eye (2d4)
Round: 2/2

pinchmonster

 

[bipolar bee]

Herryk gave a loud groan when Before retrieved his weapon, his other fist crashing down to the ground as he hunkered in on himself. The pain was excruciating, and while he wasn't quite bleeding, the angry welts that the weapon's spikes had done their damage.

As before, any damage that might've been inflicted upon the hunter was purely collateral. Herryk was in far too much agony - and feeling far too weak - to do any real, damaging pain. On purpose, at least.

HP: 12
Damage: 3
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

The Misty decided he should probably give Conan some distance. Until a meaty fist slamming into the side of his face sent him reeling back onto his a** on the padded floor. Okay. Too many stars winking in front of his eyes for him to get up at the moment @n@

HP: 25
Damage: 0
Charge: 2/2 | The Eye (2d4)

pinchmonster

 

[bipolar bee]

HP: 12
Damage: ~
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi

 

[bipolar bee]

Herryk tried to lift himself to his feet at this point, to no avail. Wasn't gonna happen.

"Herryk is g-going to break that w-wheel over his kn-knee," the draugr rasped, furious. Just as soon as he could make it to his feet, he was going to take that wheel and --

Falling forward once more, Herryk braced himself on the wheel, likely squishing Before a little in the process.

HP: 12
Damage: 1
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi

WITH DICE THIS TIME

 

[Huni Pi]

From underneath the Halloweener, Before squirmed and wriggled to no avail. Eric with an H was just too damn heavy and imposing a figure to move 8CCCC But then Before's opponent threatened his partner and that s**t just doesn't fly with him.

As if he were capable of doing such an act. His partner's voice snorted in his mind. She did not sound like she was bluffing. But Before did not like the idea of anyone threatening Vanna all the same. The veins in his neck bulged as he suddenly tried to shove the Halloweener off of him, except somehow he managed to leverage the attempt into a hug and just.

Oh ******** it. HUGS ALL AROUND! ... Hugging someone as muscle-bound as Herryk wasn't as comfy or fun as it was to hug someone with boobs 8CCCCCC

HP: 24
Damage: (16-6)/2 = 5
Charge: 2/2 | The Eye (2d4)

pinchmonster

 

[bipolar bee]

Herryk wasn't exactly sure what kind of tactics the smaller fleshpile was attempting - but it felt suspiciously like Before was trying to hug him.

Hug him.

And it kind of hurt. A lot.

All Herryk wanted to do at this point in time was to get as far away from the hunter as he could. With a mighty shove, Herryk made an attempt to break free, but he was feeling a little too dazed to tell if he actually made any headway.

HP: 7
Damage: 3
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

At the shove, Before was sent stumbling back, arms flailing to maintain his balance. In the midst of his wild arm gestures, he heard a rip of fabric as one of Vanna's spikes caught on something. It may have been Herryk's loincloth. Or maybe it was the fabric on the padded floor.

Before wasn't really too sure at this point but any and all damage done continue to be on the side of I-didn't-mean-it-;A;!!!!

HP: 21
Damage: (10-6)/2 = 2
Charge: 2/2 | The Eye (2d4)

pinchmonster

 

[bipolar bee]

Herryk stared down at his loincloth in disbelief, his mouth opening in something that looked suspiciously like rage. Yes, the tearing noise had indeed been one of the weapons spikes ripping a hole in Herryk's loincloth.

Herryk's favorite loincloth.

With a bellow, Herryk jerked back his fist and shot it forward into the general direction of Before's face.

HP: 5
Damage: 4
FEAR: Exhausted.

Huni Pi