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rtfct generated a random number between
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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 3:52 pm
(( eek I forgot to generate a number.))
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Quezal generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
19!
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 11:53 am
As Anarel began to run at her, she had already lowered her head enough to dodge not just the impact of the punch, but basically the whole attack all together. Quickly, as Anarel stood above her, still in the punching position, she raised her head up quickly, hoping to headbutt him in the chin.
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rtfct generated a random number between
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17!
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 8:39 pm
Anarel threw his head back from the impact against skull to jaw. A cold, numbing shock was sent through his face, lingering at the bottom of his eyes. It felt as if his jaw was being turned inside out and warped in different directions. As soon as the cold rush subsided, an aching, burning sensation took its place, embedding itself between the teeth that laced Anarel's tight jaw.
Anarel winced, receiving the pain from Genevieve's sudden counter. He staggered backward as his vision grew quite blurry for a few seconds. His body was able to recover quickly. As a palace guard, blows to the jaw and skull were of common occurrence.
Regaining his balance, he swiftly swiveled his leg around toward his back, using it as leverage to aggressively spring forward. As soon as he was much closer to the Pegasus, his hand gracefully unclasped Modi from its place on his belt. He the swiped the blade across, aiming for her neck.
They were engaged in close combat now, something Anarel was not quite strong in. His true skill lie in distance attacks, being that he was an archer, but his elvish agility and speed more than compensated for it.
70/110 HP
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 12:09 pm
((You actually have 70 hp...unless Im missing something))
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 1:06 pm
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Quezal generated a random number between
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6!
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 8:18 pm
Genevieve scowled as she saw the attack coming her way, and jumped back to avoid having her throat slit in half. However, as she landed, she felt something wrong in her leg. Looking down and wincing in pain, she noticed that she has twisted her ankle in her successful attempt at dodging throat splitting. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pill. Popping it quickly in her mouth, the small sprain recovered and she was up and ready. However, knowing that this man was speedy, she didnt want to take any chances. She jumped back further, this time gaining enough distance to start flying once again. Reaching into her pocket, she randomly pulled out a Fishy Fin and a Mana Stone.
Hmm....I wonder
The two items infused into her glove as she shot a ball of water at Anarel.
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rtfct generated a random number between
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16!
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 1:14 pm
Anarel felt the blade give way into thin air as Genevieve managed to maneuver herself out of his range. His eyes followed her as she took flight, flying high into the air before reaching into her pouches for various alchemic materials.
A bright light emitted as the materals were fused, and a heavy ball of water was hurled from the source, flying at Anarel with great velocity.
Angling his aim high, he produced another silver arrow from its quiver and set it into his bow. He strung back and released quickly, letting the arrow fly. The arrow's silver tip ripped through the ball of water, causing it to explode on impact into several droplets of rain. He felt cold spray of water fall softly onto his eyes and forehead.
The arrow continued on its straight path toward the Pegasus' gut.
70/110 HP
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Quezal generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:12 pm
Genevieve tried her best, struggling through the air to avoid the arrow currently flying at her, but alas, her best was not enough. She could feel it pierce the top of her stomach. Squealing out in a pinch of pain, her face turned red as she stopped herself on the ground. She locked her eyes onto Anarel and gripped her underside. She tightened her gaze to a leer, and quickly began trotting to him, not even caring if he were to hit her. Pretending to reach in her pocket, she lowered her head to his chest level and began to charge, using her head as a battering ram and his head as a wall. She could feel the dust picking up under her hooves and the wind brushing through her hair as she neared closer to him, starting to scream, hoping to gather up all the physical power and endurance that she could. Her auburn hair sparkled as the attack neared its end.
80//120
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rtfct generated a random number between
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18!
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 4:08 pm
Anarel, once more, with his keen archer eyes immediately picked up on the course of action Genevieve was now taking. Her speed was incredible, charging at him full force with her head as the battering ram. The hooves pounded loudly against the stone ground, like thunder.
Anarel frowned, furrowed his brow, then tightened his lips. His feet weren't going to let him move from the very spot where he stood. This Pegasus wasn't going to make him cower.
Anarel quickly shifted his body so that his shoulder was linear to Genevieve's path of attack, letting the Pegasus fly by him. The second the two warriors crossed paths, Anarel jutted out a rigid forearm, scooping it underneath the charging skull and swooping it hard into her neck and throat. It was a classic clothesline move.
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