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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 5:22 pm
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 5:40 pm
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It was the strangest feeling welling up in him, not one that he could clearly identify. Pity? Sympathy even? He had never had anything of the like when dealing with Hunters, though granted most he had dealt with were of the boasting, self-righteous type. This one was . . . not necessarily different per se, but of a separate breed nonetheless. Mort frowned at her for several seconds more even as the lance jabbed at him again, winging as he pushed it away: blood was seeping into his clothes now, and the zomboil was pretty sure that at least one rib was now broken.
He didn't speak for a few moments afterwards as he pressed a hand to the most injured area of his body, the rib cage, and held up another defensively such as how Yin had taught. ". . . M'sorry," he said after a while, unable to believe he was saying it and yet meaning it. "Cannot speak for losing sibling, b-but . . . is not Halloween intention to take life. Mistakes happen; frowned 'pom for k-killing."
A lame response and certainly not a consoling one, but it was the truth as far as he knew.
HP: 22 Defending: 4
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Lucyal rolled 7 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 3, 4, 1, 2, 4
Total: 22 (7-28)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 5:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 6:42 pm
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 6:47 pm
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:10 pm
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It was weird to admit, but Mort admired that sort of resolve. His own will could waver under pressure, sad to say; something to work at, but a weakness all the same. Or . . . maybe it wasn't. Could he have known that compassion worked on these Hunters, that defending rather than attacking would get one ghoul Hunter to stop her attack in the near future?
Compassion wasn't in him today, not in a large enough quantity to let this fight stop so easily. It was clear she was willing to execute him; it would be a discourtesy to pull punches at this point.
Peeling himself off the wall, Mort wiped blood from his mouth and flicked it off to the side just as she had done with her weapon. His body creaked and protested the thought of continuing on, but that was the thing about the undead: they persisted even after their bodies had hit their limit. "Holey" or not, this Hunter was about to learn what it was like to fight against one who was not deterred by a crushed chest cavity.
As solemn as her response was, Mort gave a quick nod to her, the shortest conveyance of his respect for that same gritty determination, before inching himself at her like an animal. One arm might be gone and his other fractured, but his teeth were still useful: his jaws opened wide as he tried to grab one of her arms and bite down.
HP: 8 Damage: 3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:18 pm
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:24 pm
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:30 pm
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:34 pm
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:38 pm
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:49 pm
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Mort couldn't dodge in time this time - his feet entangled themselves in his exhaustion and left him wide open to the furious swing. There was indeed a satisfying crack for Molly - several, in fact, as the shield broken under the force. Mort gave a loud cry of agony as he felt several more ribs give under the attack's weight and snap, flesh tearing even against blunt force until the lance hit his spine; only then was the weapon checked, and even so he was sure a disc or two had been close to displacement, for his spine had a new curve to it that was not only painful but awkward and unnatural. Only pure instinct had him clutch at the lance and ensure that he was not simply flung off when she stopped the swing.
Blurry vision came in and out for the next few seconds, haggard and wet choking punctuating the hazy world as he held on and swallowed more blood. His glasses were all but useless now that they had been flung off by the swing, but he didn't need them anymore. Teeth now stained red and still dripping, Mort focused on the pink blob at the other end of the lance - and then proceeded to pull the lance through him further.
The pain increased twice fold with each tug, culminating when the weapon broke through his back and forced two of the upper rib bones to widen the gap for it - yet Mort didn't stop. Pain was everything he knew now, a world swimming with red as the blood began to seep into his eyes and bleed out like little tears of his own. It really was a miserable existence, he realized, to have two sides war like this when they were each in their own right. Where was the balance? Where could they find peace? Could it even be achieved?
"Nngggg . . .!" He stopped midway up the lance, the muscles of his leftover arm on fire from the effort to get him there. And still Mort stared at the ghoul with his bloody tears, a semblance of sadness in his expression even as his hair threatened to cover his eyes, coated with blood as it was. His mouth forgot how to function, yet it opened anyway, a soundless sentence dying on his tongue as more blood bubbled forth and made him choke and spit and near-vomit.
When at last it had settled, the zomboil murmured, "This . . . th-th-thissss war . . . is wr-wronnng . . ." And more bloody tears were shed as he, somehow, summoned all the energy he could and threw his hand out towards her face, a jettison of lightning erupting from all five of his fingers.
HP: -3 Damage: 10 (YOUR LIVING COUCH IS ******** BACK)
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 9:07 pm
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 9:20 pm
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He was close to depletion, he knew it. Hanging on the lance like he was it was only a matter of time before he was done for - hell, he could hear the satisfied hum emanating from the lance just like he had before she had unleashed the spinning strike that had devastated him prior. But Mort too was not one to give up, even with dissipation looking him in the face. Another grunt, another thrust forward to get close to the ghoul, and the world continued to swim red, red, red . . .
"T-Tell me, Hunter . . . either've u-us innocent?" Mort rasped, locking his eyes on her exposed hands and, with a disgusting schluck sound, pried himself off the lance to go for flesh one last time.
Just one bite. One bite, and he would be satisfied.
HP: -4 Damage: 3
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Lucyal rolled 7 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 3, 3, 2, 4, 1
Total: 20 (7-28)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 9:27 pm
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The answer to that was simple. Molly even managed to grace the lump of decaying flesh on her lance with a small, sad smile before it faded. “No.” Her brows furrowed as he pulled himself off of her weapon, and then went for her hands. Luckily, they were gloved, and mostly shielded by the guard of her weapon. The scuffle to stop him from tearing into flesh though, took more away from her shield. It was dangerously thin…so close…but she could do this.
“My hands are dirty.” Molly murmured, her lance spinning to life once more, that metallic scream piercing the air again. “…But I dirty my hands, so that others don’t have to.” With a cry, she lanced Mort once more, and even she knew this time, he would not be recovering from that attack this battle.
HP: 2/40 DMG: 16 Charge 0/3 2/2 spent
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