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Seussi rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 2
Total: 8 (3-12)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 10:34 pm
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It was all Alex could do not to let the hunter squirm away from underneath him. The man was struggling for dear life, obviously panicked, and with a hunters strength it was no easy task for the zomboil to keep Merric from getting away.
"Stop." He said, though the word was more a snarl, just a sound, barely a word at all.
The hunter was managing to push himself free, and Alex needed to stop him. Lunging, desperate, he grabbed for the hunters pick wielding arm, digging fingers in tight, twisting, and yanked, mouth wide for just a moment before teeth closed on the hunters forearm and bit down, hard, teeth tearing through fabric, and while perhaps not quite sinking into flesh due to the hunters shield, it was, hopefully, enough for the zomboils Fear to do it's work.
Merric was, perhaps, about to feel very sick.
HP: 27
Damage: n/a, using T2 TF
Target suffers 3 damage for 2 rounds!
kuropeco TOTALLY OPTIONAL: Alex's tainted fang fear can make it's recipient feel dizzy, nauseous, feverish, and make their thoughts and movements feel slow/sluggish, just like one might imagine it would feel if they were infected with a zombie virus! Severity is totally up to you, or it could also just be handwaved as being blocked by the hunters shield, and he could feel nothing at all~
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:48 am
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The snarl was in Merric's ears, a sound, a word, something. He struggled violently, pushing and shoving with a desperation that overtook any rational thought, his heart beating so hard he was dimly aware that it was making his breathing come out stifled and staccato.
The hammer was trapped between them; he couldn't yank it free, and rancid, bony fingers were curling around his forearm, yanking, digging in, and then -
- teeth -
Merric let out a scream that echoed around the dusty, dirty hallway. Pain of a different sort came rushing through him, followed closely on its heels by the sheer, icy terror that clutched at his throat, burned its way through his veins, so that for a few blinding, incomprehensible seconds, he was aware of nothing else except the teeth sinking into his arm.
A wave of dizziness pulsed over him, thick and cloying. Merric shoved again, but the push was weaker, arms feeling leaden, the effect not helping his predicament in the slightest. The nausea was rising, head spinning and what had just been done to him, what he was feeling, was taking a vague, distorted shape in Merric's mind.
"Get...off..."
The words slurred together, tripping over each other. Merric's eyes felt heavy, the fear still a chilly hand on his heart.
"Please - "
HP: 6 / 40
DMG: 3
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 10
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 11:26 pm
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The hunter was in a panic, and Alex could practically taste the Fear pulsating in the air. It was an intoxicating thing, made him feel stronger, more powerful. He was winning, he was going to win.
And he was hungry.
Alex might have responded to Merric's struggles, to his pathetic pleas, but his teeth were still locked around the hunters arm, and he had no intention of letting go, his jaw flexing, hand twisting tighter around the man's wrist, with fingers digging in tighter as well.
The man beneath him was beginning to slur, his movements becoming slow, and in that moment the zomboil felt a surge of triumph. His own Fear was working, slowly eating it's way through the hunters shield like an infection, and with one final flex of rotten, deteriorating muscles barely held together and yet somehow impossibly strong, Alex felt something finally give, and his teeth were able to sink in to flesh, his grip twisting again, though now with the intent of crushing the hunters wrist, while hopefully also wresting his arm free of it's shoulder socket, wanting nothing more than to hear that sickening pop that accompanied a dislocation.
It would go wonderfully with the hunters screams of pain.
HP: 24
Damage: 7 (+3 tainted fang)
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 2:40 pm
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The sick feeling in his stomach weighed down his body, every part of Merric feeling heavy as lead. Moving even just his arms and legs took an effort of will that he didn't have; nausea roiled, thick and pulsing, and it was barely bitten back, the urge to vomit making his head spin.
The teeth in his arm were a frenzied, animal thing - no, a dead thing. Blood had begun to pool down his arm, the sleeve of his coat steadily growing redder and redder. Rinzler was yelling in his head, something guttural and rough, wavering in and out like a badly tuned radio.
There was a sudden crack - not audibly, not even physically, but as though something inside of Merric had shifted as the FEAR shield around him shattered. The creature's teeth sunk through flesh and bone; something snapped, and at the same time, Merric felt his arm twist in a way that was not normal.
The scream deafened the pop. Everything was white hot pain and he couldn't remember stopping screaming, and then blackness rose, curled around him with spindly dark fingers.
Merric went limp.
The Haunted House gave a shudder, a gentle ripple.
HP: - 3
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