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#Post#: 177--------------------------------------------------
Re: It's Still Not The Same
DIR By: Scrant
Date: October 23, 2019, 1:38 pm
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{AC 12; Attack 19; Damage 6}
Scrant drops low to the ground, letting Tryce's follow-up kick
fly over her head. Spinning around counter-clockwise as her
opponent had, she lunges back in the direction she stumbled
from, swiping her knife across Tryce's leg. Bending her arm as
she passes by, she lands on the ground on her shoulder, rolling
back up to her feet and facing Tryce once more.
"Ain't never been rusty since the day I was born, Tryce. Days
are hard, an' I've got nothin' but harder ones yet. Nobody is
standing in my way. Giving up ain't in my vocabulary."
She raises her knife up to her face,staring down the blond
bandit.
#Post#: 178--------------------------------------------------
Re: It's Still Not The Same
DIR By: Tryce
Date: October 23, 2019, 2:03 pm
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{Dodge 9; HP: -1/11}
"H-Hey! Relax! I-- Gah! Dammit!"
The slice to Tryce's leg hits him just right, causing him to
fall back and be unable to stand up. He wraps his hands around
the wound on his leg, trying to stem the bleeding.
"Nngh… You really hit it deep, didn't you? Damn you, Prince!"
Tryce realizes that the wound wasn't bleeding too much. It'd
probably only take some basic first aid to take care of. He
loosens up his grip on his leg, tearing off a piece of his shirt
to wrap around it. He talks as he treats himself.
"Look... You were just moping around so much! It was pitiful! I
couldn't stand to see it! Don't look at me like that. I'm not
lying! Really!"
He attempts to explain himself, claiming that the entire display
he put on was just a show to get Scrant out of her funk.
#Post#: 180--------------------------------------------------
Re: It's Still Not The Same
DIR By: Scrant
Date: October 23, 2019, 2:40 pm
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Scrant was panting heavily, staring at the wounded Tryce in
disbelief. She lowers her knife, annoyance quickly taking the
place of the annoyance she had been initially afflicted with.
Swinging the weapon to get off the blood, she returns it to its
sheath.
"Oi, you risked your life for a rubbish scheme like this? Oughta
snatch you on prins for that."
Scrant was angry, but the thought had gotten through. She
appreciated the thought, but the execution, she didn't quite
agree with. Gritting her teeth, she lifts her hand up to her
opposite shoulder, gripping it in lieu of crossing the arms she
didn't have.
"Right, then. If that's your intention, you'll have my thanks...
That said, since you wanna be a red idiot, you can crawl your
way back 'ome."
She doesn't spare him anymore words. She begins heading for the
camp, leaving the injured bandit in a small pool of his own
blood.
#Post#: 182--------------------------------------------------
Re: It's Still Not The Same
DIR By: Tryce
Date: October 23, 2019, 2:45 pm
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Tryce, finishing up the mock tourniquet he had prepared for his
leg, grins at Scrant as she speaks, clearly proud of himself for
the stunt he had pulled. His smarmy expression quickly
disappears as he realizes that Scrant intended to leave him
behind, unable to walk and bleeding from the chest.
"Huh? Scrant! No, wait! Don't just leave me here. This isn't
princely behavior! Come back! Come back! Hey! Waiiiiiiiit!"
His voice trails off as Scrant moves out of sight.
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