HP: 1750/1750
An eye twitch, something that the male in female form couldn't help as Darkness spoke. She pointed out all of his failures in her lessons thus far, this was the third one. He didn't actually believe she in any means made anything fair. No, it seemed the female wanted what she wanted and would make sure she could get things. A grumble left his lips as she spoke more of what was to be expected in terms of rules. It came down on rather or not he got lucky here. As magic rippled along her form and in the air around her-- well he realized something. She wasn't even going to face him in her full powered form. This was not full power-- and something deep in him... seemed to realize that he might lose this. He hated losing more than anything.
Those words that she spoke, it wasn't a fair deal. Though when would it be fair with her. He was already beginning to learn this. The first lesson was easy, though his stubborn and quick tempered made him fail it. He hadn't reformed it but attacked it. The second was a split minute thing. He grumbled and glared at her. He should shut up, learn from the little demon who was quite. Given it was asleep still, or was it gone? Who knew anymore. Though Camus was still himself. Even if Pride was there wanting to play with her Goddess, this was his lesson and she wouldn't be stepping in. Hoping though that Camus lost so she could come out and play.
"First. Destroying is reforming the puppet. You said nothing about not destroying it. Second. It still wasn't a failure. And third -- I doubt this is playing fair. I know you want me to lose this. You don't want me as who I am though Pride. You want Pride."
There was that anger bubbling up in him again. He really wasn't a mentally stable person, especially out of the game now. It oozed into his very being here. The irony was he had originally decided something completely different for what he wanted to do in this game. Then came the shut down and he came back and this lovely little hemomancy was there. Now he was like this. Competing in female form against Darkness for training purposes. He might lose who he was if he didn't somehow win this. So he might as well try to hit her with all he could. Maybe luck would be on his side.
He went to draw the sword, if hemomancy was for defense--- than he would use his sword and cut her. Yes... he would show her that he could perhaps make a blood weapon. It wasn't like he was going against some animal with a stick-- okay it might as well seem like it. Darkness near looked like a demon and he was about to go slash at said demon and hope he could somehow win this and get out of these payments. He rather not be a woman for the rest of his duration in this game.
@Darkness
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An eye twitch, something that the male in female form couldn't help as Darkness spoke. She pointed out all of his failures in her lessons thus far, this was the third one. He didn't actually believe she in any means made anything fair. No, it seemed the female wanted what she wanted and would make sure she could get things. A grumble left his lips as she spoke more of what was to be expected in terms of rules. It came down on rather or not he got lucky here. As magic rippled along her form and in the air around her-- well he realized something. She wasn't even going to face him in her full powered form. This was not full power-- and something deep in him... seemed to realize that he might lose this. He hated losing more than anything.
Those words that she spoke, it wasn't a fair deal. Though when would it be fair with her. He was already beginning to learn this. The first lesson was easy, though his stubborn and quick tempered made him fail it. He hadn't reformed it but attacked it. The second was a split minute thing. He grumbled and glared at her. He should shut up, learn from the little demon who was quite. Given it was asleep still, or was it gone? Who knew anymore. Though Camus was still himself. Even if Pride was there wanting to play with her Goddess, this was his lesson and she wouldn't be stepping in. Hoping though that Camus lost so she could come out and play.
"First. Destroying is reforming the puppet. You said nothing about not destroying it. Second. It still wasn't a failure. And third -- I doubt this is playing fair. I know you want me to lose this. You don't want me as who I am though Pride. You want Pride."
There was that anger bubbling up in him again. He really wasn't a mentally stable person, especially out of the game now. It oozed into his very being here. The irony was he had originally decided something completely different for what he wanted to do in this game. Then came the shut down and he came back and this lovely little hemomancy was there. Now he was like this. Competing in female form against Darkness for training purposes. He might lose who he was if he didn't somehow win this. So he might as well try to hit her with all he could. Maybe luck would be on his side.
He went to draw the sword, if hemomancy was for defense--- than he would use his sword and cut her. Yes... he would show her that he could perhaps make a blood weapon. It wasn't like he was going against some animal with a stick-- okay it might as well seem like it. Darkness near looked like a demon and he was about to go slash at said demon and hope he could somehow win this and get out of these payments. He rather not be a woman for the rest of his duration in this game.
@Darkness
Rolls
Duelist (Bonus: your attack gains 20 (D) 30 (B) 40 (S) extra damage.)
Torment (F Bonus Deal 10 (D) 15 (B) 20 (S) flat damage to an enemy adjacent to you.)
Normal Attack
1d100 (49) + 15 + 15 + 15 = 94
94 damage
Slash Weapons
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