Private Isulus A Not-So-Simple Shootout

[Cleo Looker]

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A friendly competition was the best way to forge bonds and to polish up her own skills until they gleamed. Cleo walked, drawing a line in the dirt using the tip of her spear as an instrument with which to draw, until a thick, noticeable boundary had been drawn, between herself and the opponent that she'd picked. After all, what set them apart from the others was that they had no intentions of getting close to one another to deal with each other. Instead, this would be as they had done it in the wild west. Was she playing into Madison's gimmick? Yes, absolutely. But she didn't see any reason not to. This was all in good fun.

Even if she didn't want to eat that arm.

Line drawn, she walked a few feet away, on the opposite side that she knew Madison would be standing at, a flick of her wrist banishing her spear to her inventory as her Arcanamancy summoned two new spears, one for each hand, both of which were blunted. After all, if Madison was loading non-lethal rounds, the least she could do was not impale the woman to the floor with a big, pointy stick.

Rules are simple, pardner. You cross the line, you lose. Well, that is, unless you want to wrastle a little bit. I wouldn't mind getting up close and personal with a gal like you.

Even as she spoke playfully, her eyes narrowed, focusing on Madison. The woman's aim would be better than hers. There was just no getting around that. At this distance, she could only hope that aim wouldn't be the biggest deciding factor.

We'll draw on your move, cowgirl~

@Madison Freebird

Rolls

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[Madison Mortiere]

3 / 3

This was it. Her first duel! And not just her first duel as a gunslinger; but her first little bit of actual PvP on Terrasphere!

It almost amazed her, considering how much of a raging bitch she was four years ago, that she never picked fights as the Dark Druid of Dunnstads. It was all empty threats and yelling and screaming and shaking fists, but no actual action.

And here she stood: Queen Shit of Fuck Mountain (also known as grand champion of some marksmanship tournament at a festival she'd already forgotten the name of, but she liked her given title better). Across from her, Princess Shit of Slightly Smaller Fuck Mountain (also known as second place of yadda yadda yadda and so on).

Madison loaded non-lethals into her revolvers one by one. "I ain't one for a wrestling match. I can't throw a punch to save my life. But these babies?" Plunk. In went a bullet with a flourish. "They'll hit you like a truck regardless."

With a blink, Deadeye kicked in. The world around her bled away to shades of gray, leaving an orange pulsating outline before her. Cleo, awash in the color that her UI told her was "friendly, combat enabled". That was new. Could have just said "PvP enabled" or "duel".

Cleo had the good grace but poor sense to give Madison the first shot. "Your call."

Before the words hit the breeze, Madison raised her guns and pulled the trigger.

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (32) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 87
87 damage
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 619C1

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@Cleo Looker

 

[Cleo Looker]

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Maybe it would have been a bad idea to give Madison the keys to start this whole thing off, if Cleo hadn't been completely prepared for the opening shot. And knowing that Madison had no intentions of coming any closer or reducing the distance between them, she felt comfortable that this range was ideal. Enough time to react to a shot without meaning that her own spears would be so slow in comparison that dodging them would be child's play for the gunslinger. Now all that was left was to wait for Madison to start things off, with the literal bang that she had come to expect from her fellow ranged combatant.

Luckily, she wasn't left waiting long. With a pull of the trigger, whatever non-lethal round that had been loaded into Madison's revolvers was sent hurtling towards the lancer, who felt herself snapping into action at the slightest motion, eyes having watched Madison's finger curling around the trigger, having caught the slightest sight of the flash, caused by whatever powder was ignited.

One spear was raised in a twirl, catching the shot against the flat of the bladed tip, the lancer spinning with the movement as she tucker her other arm underneath her turning body, fingers letting go of the second spear to sling it at the gunslinger underarm style.

And then another spear appeared in that hand to replace her first shot.

@Madison Freebird

Rolls

Defense
1d100 (90) + 20 + 10 = 120
120 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 619C1 | Defense

Normal Attack
1d100 (98) + 20 + 10 = 128
128 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 619C1

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[Madison Mortiere]

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The rule was supposed to be "talk shit, get hit". Except several things happened that went against it: For starters, she didn't talk any shit. A simple, clean agreement to begin the duel. That was it! None of her normal sass, venom, or hatred. And yet, the bullet missed its mark. Cleo had deflected it with the flat of one of her spears, predicting that Madison was just going to get right down to business. Second; despite not talking any shit as previously established, she still got hit.

Cleo's missile sailed through the air, catching Madison on her shoulder, glancing off meat and bone and cutting through the fabric of her shirt like it was nothing. She grimaced in pain as the wound began to ooze.

She quickly lined up another shot and fired.

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (33) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 88
88 damage
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 619C1 defense

Normal Attack
1d100 (72) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 127
127 damage
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 619C2 attack

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@Cleo Looker

 

[Cleo Looker]

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She didn't really have enough time to celebrate her successful hit, or worry that her blunted spear had still managed to cut into the gunslinger, as Madison lined up and fired again, seemingly shrugging off her first hit in order to return fire as quickly as possible. Caught just as her spin was finishing, she raised a spear to block it, wincing as the shot glanced off of the shaft, redirected upwards into her forehead, making her vision snap upwards.

Though she was capable of shrugging off a hit and continuing the fight too! The blow she'd taken made her step backwards as a small trickle of blood began to slide down her forehead, between her eyes. Her right arm snapped up, as if she was prepared to toss her spear like a javelin.

And then the spear in her left hand was launched, underarm again...

@Madison Freebird

Rolls

Defense
1d100 (38) + 20 + 10 = 68
68 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 619C2 | Defense

Normal Attack
1d100 (81) + 20 + 10 = 111
111 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 619C2

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[Madison Mortiere]

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You know what's the fun thing about saying you're one with the shadows? When you finally get to show off that you really meant it.

The grounds were littered with splotches of darkness cast by the boughs of trees overhead. Even just a little bit of shade is enough for her to work with. As her opponent hucked another arcane spear her way, Madison stepped back and disappeared into the darkness as if she had just fallen into a pool. There was even a little splash as the shadows embraced her and pulled her under! How theatrical!

--Only to rise back up ten feet to the right, the toe of her boots barely kissing the line that cut their arena in half. The darkness dripped away from her hands like ichor, and she fired another round aimed at the elbow of Cleo's throwing arm.

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (97) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 152
152 damage
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 619C2 defense

Normal Attack
1d100 (48) + 25 + 15 = 88
103 damage
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 619C3 attack

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@Cleo Looker

 

[Cleo Looker]

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Oh now that was just bullshit! Who could just drop into a shadow as if it was a pool of water and then step out at another location? How the hell was she supposed to hit a target that was capable od foing that sort of thing. She could only watch as her arcane spear hit nothing but the ground, breaking apart upon contact, her ears catching the crack of a fired revolved before she felt her elbow explode in pain, wincing as she lost all feeling in that arm. She even had to check to make sure that Madison hadn't blown it off.

Shit. In that case, it was time to get experimental. With her other arm, all she could really do was heft her spear like a javelin thrower, narrow eyes focused on the gunslinger as she released her grip on the weapon, launching it at Madison with as much force as she could muster with her weaker arm.

@Madison Freebird

Rolls

Defense
1d100 (34) + 20 + 10 = 64
64 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 619C3 | Defense

Normal Attack
1d100 (42) + 20 + 10 = 72
72 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 619C3

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[Madison Mortiere]

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One thing was clear; Cleo wasn't as good with her off-hand as she needed to be. Perhaps she should have tried jump-kicking the spears again.

Ope, there I go getting cocky again.

Madison deftly sidestepped the last spear, cocking back the hammers of her revolvers. In her vision, the orange outline of her opponent flashed with red. The duel was nearly over. Just one more well-placed shot, and she could go back to leaning against one of the wagons with her arms crossed over her chest, looking cool as all hell.

Her Deadeye helped her aim. Helped her win. She had no problems admitting that. Was it cheating? Not if all the other bullshit that people could do in this world wasn't also slapped with that label. Consider it... an even playing field.

But enough philosophizing. Madison pointed her guns at Cleo's other elbow, and two more flashes of gunfire filled the air.

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (88) + 25 + 15 = 128
128 damage
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 619C3 defense

Normal Attack
1d100 (81) + 25 + 15 = 121
121 damage
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 619C4 attack

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@Cleo Looker

 

[Cleo Looker]

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Her last hope of victory was snatched away from her as Madison sidestepped the final spear that she'd thrown, the gunslinger lining up her final shots, before with two more flashes, Cleo's other elbow exploded with pain. The spear she'd created and grabbed in preparation to throw or defend herself with clattered uselessly to the ground, cracking and breaking apart into the arcane energy that it had been constructed out of, whilst Cleo fell to her knees, arm shaking uncontrollably.

Both arms hung limply at her sides, jerking and spasming at random intervals as the agent hissed, teeth gnashed together. Why the hell couldn't Madison just aim for center mass or something? Somewhere that she was actually armored and protected from harm? It hurt like hell and she turned her head to fix her eyes on Madison, grunting.

Damn. Fine, you win. Jesus, would it kill you to aim for somewhere I'm actually armored or something?

With a groan, she pushed herself to her feet and walked over to Madison, shooting the gunslinger a look that was both impressed and unimpressed at the same time.

I'd shake your hand, but I can't move my arms yet. Unless you want to kiss or bump foreheads or something, we'll just consider this a mental handshake.

@Madison Freebird

Rolls

Defense
1d100 (39) + 20 + 10 = 69
69 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 619C4 | Defense

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[Madison Mortiere]

"Because a couple bruised ribs weren't going to get a yield from a tough gal like you," the gunslinger said as she holstered her irons. It was half-joke, half-observation; and left entirely at that.

Madison brushed aside her coat, producing a couple vials of liquid that looked suspiciously like cherry soda. Popping the top off one, she quickly swallowed it. The flesh of her shoulder quickly got to work knitting itself back together. It had zero effect on her torn shirt, however; but that seemed to be fixing itself just fine on its own. God bless this anime-ass MMO fashion!

"Come here. Open up." She removed the cap of the second vial, and held it up to Cleo's mouth. "It's kind of strong, but it'll heal you up. Get those arms of yours working again in a flash--just as long as you aren't going to, like, punch me the first chance you get or anything."

@Cleo Looker

 

[Cleo Looker]

Flattery will get you everywhere, I guess. You do have a point. I guess it's just wishful thinking that you'd intentionally hit me in the armor and not hurt me all that badly. Not a sucker for a pretty face, are you?

She sighed, before her eyes caught sight of Madison retrieving vials of soda(?) from her side and downing it, the flesh of her shoulder knitting back together, as if she hadn't been wounded in the first place, much to Cleo's interest, watching the wound close. The clothes, of course, didn't seem affected, though the auto-repair function did at least begin to undo the damage.

Don't worry, I didn't take Martial Arts, so even if I did punch you, it'd probably do basically nothing. Probably. I don't actually know how unarmed attacks work when you didn't take that Mastery.

Though, like any good girl at the doctor's office, she took a deep breath, before allowing Madison to administer whatever medicine she was being given. Her arms tingled, numbness returning, before suddenly the full range of sensation returned. They flushed with heat, her whole body did, though the most interesting part was the taste. Something wholly impossible to describe, yet it left her mouth tingling.

Welp, I guess I gotta go take my punishment. Have fun claiming your victory kiss. I heard some cheerleader yelling about that. Go get 'em tiger~

@Madison Freebird