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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:16 pm
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Roch took the hit full on, slamming against the wall and sliding down it with a pathetic grunt. "Jack DAMN," he said once he could breathe. "I'm done." His nose was broken, his clothing was burnt, and there were a few bloody holes in his chest where the dice had broken through his shield.
"I want a rematch," he said, still sitting there. He wasn't sure he could stand, and his guitar had dissipated on its own, so there was no chance of healing himself. "After I become a hob," he added.
Then a little grin pulled at his busted lip. "Thanks, though," he said quietly. "I figured, but I needed a reminder. Winning a medal ain't the same as bein' a badass."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:42 pm
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