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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Oct 24, 2015 17:20:26 GMT -8
OWEN :
There is silence as the two of you stare at each other, your eyes stern, and hers, defiant. Lenne looks like she wants to yell at you and opens her mouth to do so, although no sound comes out… Finally, she simply lets out a sound of sheer exasperation, and tugs at the ends of her dark hair in frustration.
“Alright alright ALRIGHT! Stop yer chantin’. Ya sound like a ghost. I mean, ya are one, but…urghhhhhhh…” She folds her arms and narrows her eyes down at you, her lantern hanging from under her elbows, extinguished and useless, now. You may wonder why she’s still carrying it…
“I can’t guarantee I can protect ya…but…I can promise that I’ll do my best.” She says, finally, forcing a small smile at you. “Come on…” She tugs at your arm once more, pulling you forward with her. As the two of you venture forward…right into a dead end. Lenne claps her hand to her forehead, and begins to turn you around so that you two can begin walking in the other direction. That’s when…she notices the bird on your shoulder. She stares at it as if it is the first time she’s noticing it. Finally, she speaks to you, not taking her eyes off the bird.
“Say, Owen…dude. Can ya…talk ta birds or somethin’?”
SIENNA :
You manage to pass through the hedge without much hindrance, and your outfit is pretty much intact. Thanks to the hole that you discovered. Yay! The path that you have stumbled upon is narrow, and goes straight for far as you can see, without any clear openings or forks. Great. Now where to? Should you try to fight your way through the next hedge as well? This next hedge looks considerably thicker than before, though… And though there aren’t any thorns like the rose hedges from before, it’s still going to require quite some effort cutting through them…
Just then, you hear a distant yell coming from your right. “THAT’S MY FR- - ND!! WHER- W- - - - IS? I NEE- - - -ET - - - - - NOW!!” is all you manage to hear. You might even recognise the voice that is yelling, though you can’t quite see the source of the yelling… It sounds relatively far away, though. Maybe you should find your way through this hedge before you go investigate? Or do you try to follow the source of the yelling?
WALTER :
The little girl’s eyes widen at you, and she leans away from your face as you lean in to question her. Your clearly panic-stricken voice seems to unnerve her as she gapes back at you with a frightened expression. “How can THAT be your friend? The laughter I heard sounded insane…like a mad man’s! Is your friend insane? HOW CAN THAT BE YOUR FRIEND?” She looks a little guilty for raising her voice and saying such mean things as she quickly averts her gaze from you, turning her eyes back to the hole in the hedge.
“I-I…can show you…where…” She looks a little scared as she says this. Looks like Maxwell’s laughter really freaked her out quite a bit. “…it’s…through here.” She gestures at the hole she fell through, snapping at the twigs in rhythmic fashion as she readies herself to crawl through it.
MAXWELL & STANLEY :
As Maxwell attempts to get behind the Man in the Bowler Hat, he is unintentionally and harmlessly knocked to the ground by Stanley’s arm. Maxwell is unharmed, but he has failed to get behind Mr. Bowler Hat. Oh well, maybe you can wait for the next opening? Mr. Bowler Hat does seem pretty occupied with Stanley at the moment…perhaps you can make use of this and try to sneak behind him again later?
Defending turn:
STR roll: 18 + 5 = 23
DEX roll: 5 + 4 = 9
Parrying Damage: 17 - (23/2 + 6 CON) = No Damage to Bowler Hat
The Man in the Bowler Hat quickly swings his scythe up to parry Stanley’s attack with a great shriek of laughter. He seems to get more and more excited with each of Stanley’s attacks. It has been a long while since he has found an opponent who has put up such a strong fight against him.
“Zel̨ll͞l͘ll̕…͢.” He echoes eerily at Stanley, repeating the name of the owner of the lock of hair so tightly gripped in his hand. His breath is wheezy, raspy, but still rhythmic as he flashes a sinister grin, swinging his scythe up from below for an attempt at uppercutting his target.
“S̢h͞e̕'s̢ mi͠n͠e͜ ͏no̸wwww.̀.̡.͏ EĘEE̛Y͘AĄAH͞A̶H̴A͠HA͟HAHA̷HA͠!!!!”
Attacking turn:
STR roll: 1 + 5 = 6
DEX roll: 3 + 4 = 7
(( wow look at these lousy rolls. COME ON STAN AND MAXWELL!!! XD ))
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Post by StaG on Oct 24, 2015 18:17:12 GMT -8
Defending turn;
STR = 17 + 4 = 21
DEX = 12 + 7 = 19
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From this point on, Stanley was silent. There was an eerie calm to his silence, though that same tranquility was betrayed by the wrath in his eyes.
Where was his prey most vulnerable...?
Stanley sidestepped away from the upwards slash and just as it was being lifted, the smaller Hunter kicked the underside of the scythe to send it up faster, as if hoping the sudden boost in momentum would knock the taller man off balance.
As the man's arm was raised, Stanley once again made to slash at the man's shoulder, determined to lop his arm off, or at the very least, render his arm useless.
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Attacking turn;
STR = 10 + 4 = 14
DEX = 18 + 7 = 25
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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Oct 24, 2015 19:10:38 GMT -8
STANLEY :
Defending Turn:
STR roll: 8 + 5 = 13
DEX roll: 9 + 4 = 13
Parrying roll: 14 - (13/2 + 6) = 1 HP lopped off
Remaining HP of Bowler Hat: 21 - 1 = 20 HP
The powerful kick from Stanley catches Mr. Bowler Hat off-guard as a high-pitched shriek escapes his thin lips alongside that plastic, fixed grin of his. He tries to swing his scythe up in time to parry Stanley's fierce attack, but the medic-in-training's reflexes beat his by just a fraction this time. A dash of crimson spills from the Man's upper arm as Stanley's shovel slashes at him.
The Man, however, looks visibly unaffected by his injury, his laughter mad as ever, his evil grin wide as before. Those hollow, black eyes of his even seem to have sprung to life a little. "Youu....gooood..." He hisses, licking at the blood on his shoulder and swinging his scythe skillfully to attempt to slash at Stanley's side.
"Myyyyyy turnnnnnn."
Attacking Turn:
STR roll: 2 + 5 = 7
DEX roll: 10 + 4 = 14
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Post by mrslayton44 on Oct 24, 2015 21:35:12 GMT -8
Sienna looked one way and then turned to look down the other direction. All of ti was narrow and long, she seen no end but she could hear voices on the other side of the hedge. as she caught bits and pieces she recognized the voice. It was Bunny! Or well Walter. But since she was dressed as Alice and taking orders from the Hatter she supposed it was fine to mentally call him Bunny.
Shaking her head free of her minds bad habit of over analyzing situations she opted for the shorter route. She'd probably get a bit scratched up but it was a small price to pay. Of course she needed to keep him there and she called out loudly for him. "B-Bunny!" She called loudly. "Stay w-where you a-are. I'm coming!" At least she was trying to as she began the arduous journey of shoving her way through the hedge
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Post by StaG on Oct 24, 2015 21:38:46 GMT -8
Defending Turn:
STR = 10 + 4 = 14
DEX = 1 + 7 = 8
Parry = 7 - [ (14/2) + 2] = -2 , parrying successful with no damage.
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He looked almost hungrily at the blood that was shed. It wasn't enough. There must be more. The moment he spent entranced by the blood on his shovel made his reflexes slow down, though. The leaner man couldn't evade in time, so he loosened his grip so he now gripped his shovel by his spade handle and braced himself for impact. A dull sound marked the collision of their weapons, and without looking down at where the blade of the scythe met his cane, Stanley removed is shovel from its perch on the top of the cane.
"M͊ͫ̐̐͑̄̈́͏͏̞̻̣ó̬͓̌̉͂͂r̵̺̱̞̩͂̏͂̇́ͨ͡ẹ̲̫̰͎͛̓͆͊ͣ̍͟ͅ.̸̠̙͔͖̹̮̠͖̃̊̏̈͛͛̿̀.̡̮͓̤͚͑ͩ̑̃ͪ.̷̉͏͔͟ ̡̜̤͔̍̌̀B̸̯̣͑̀̅̈̄̂̃ͫ̿͘͞l̷͔̜͓̮̠̞͍̋ͭ͐̾̃̒e̷̔ͮ̓̏ͣ҉͏̗̼̜̞̳͎̪e͑ͤ͆ͧ̏̓ͬ҉̘̗͉ḏ̴̢̲̩͖̺̭̆͋͋̅ͨ͜ͅ ̧̯̭̞̇̾̄m̷͓̖̺͗ͮͮ̚o̦̤ͮͭ͘͟r͍̝̥̙̙͕̹̼ͣ͐e̶͈̣͇̹̼̦̍͛̋͂̏͘.̊̇ͧ̃͝͏͔͇͔͝.." he growled, holding his spade like a dagger and rapidly slashing at the other Hunter's neck and chest.
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Attacking turn:
STR = 19 + 4 = 23
DEX = 11 + 7 = 18
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Post by misterrainbow on Oct 24, 2015 21:43:23 GMT -8
Recovering took a moment or two. Maxwell seemed to think laughing at himself was more important than trying to BREATH. Raspy, soundless cackles shaking the man as he rolled sorely onto his side and sit on his hands an knees. Mister Mask and Bowl Man were still having at it. It gave him half a mind to trip Stanley for smacking him in the chest---even if it WAS an accident.
Despite his peevishness for that, Maxwell just crawled against the ground like a worm, much less inclined to get mixed up in flying flogs and flag poles. He liked his breath IN his lungs, thank you very much! He couldn't LAUGH without a breath! Now he just needed to watch out for being trampled under a Dance of Death as he resumed his attempt to sneak by.
......Heh....Death.
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Sneaky Dex roll:
1d20 = 11 + 6[dex] = 17
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Post by quinnquinn on Oct 24, 2015 23:28:48 GMT -8
Owen could see her wanting to speak, but he didn't let up he kept saying it over and over and over again...
Until she formally did tell him to stop, in which case he seemed to close his mouth somewhat abruptly, and bit his lip like he was a child that had been scolded.
He followed her around without much fuss or resistance like a rag doll, and walked alongside her to the dead end. Turning around it seemed like she had caught the attention of his crow, and likewise the crow her's.
Caw! was its only greeting at her, stern and angry it sounded. She asked about it as it tried to lean forward to peck her. Owen made a soft 'tch' under his breath (or a sound like it) and shook his shoulder. The crow decided to peck the side of his head instead.
"I look after birds." He looked at Lenne, who didn't seem to let up looking at his feathered companion. "I guess I can talk to birds. It's hard to talk to birds..."
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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Oct 24, 2015 23:44:43 GMT -8
SIENNA :
You bravely try to fight your way through the thick hedge, but it is no easy task. Anyone who manages to actually make their way through a hedge as thick as this without the presence of a hole prior to their attempt is either really strong, or has a really sharp and effective weapon on their hands... It will take you some time to get through this, but your determination and sense of urgency to help your friends burns strong and spurs you on, despite how hurt you might get in the process...
[ Sienna to do a d20 roll on an external site + her CON stat to see how well she endures the ordeal through the hedge.
A roll of 12 and above guarantees a pain-free and injury-free passage, meaning that even her outfit won't be ripped or ruined at all!
Any roll under 12 would mean that she would be scratched up a little, the extent of which will be decided by the RP-er. (Rough Guide: The lower the roll, the more scratched up she will be...) ]
MAXWELL & STANLEY :
Maxwell's second attempt at sneaking past Mr. Bowler is a SUCCESS. He manages to sneak past the two powerfully clashing men without being trampled by them and emerges safely on the other side of the scuffle--the side facing the Man in the Bowler Hat's back.
However, he doesn't manage to do so undetected. Although preoccupied with Stanley, Mr. Bowler hat notices that Maxwell is now behind him and cackles gleefully at him. "J͝ust̡ ̛t̡ry̧yyyy̷y m̡ee͟ee̕e̛." He sneers, teasing Maxwell. He seems more than confident of being able to take on both Maxwell and Stanley at the same time...
Defending Turn:
STR Roll: 5 + 5 = 10
DEX Roll: 8 + 4 = 12
Parrying damage: 23 - (10/2 + 6) = 12 HP knocked off Bowler Hat (holy crap)
Remaining HP: 20 - 12 = 8HP
The masked Hunter's rage was evident in each of his attacks, as one struck after another in rapid succession. The Man in The Bowler Hat's sinister grin never faded once as he attempted to fend Stanley off with an injured dominant arm, parrying his razor-sharp shovel with fierce, scratching, shrieking sounds of clashing metal as blow after blow landed on his upper arms and shoulders. Scarlet spilled over his worn and already-bloody trench coat, further staining it with his own blood.
"Finallyyyy͝y̧...͘bl͠ood̵ th̵at̛ do̴e͏sn't ͡bel͟oǹg̕ ͠t̕o śo̶me̵o̧ne ͡els͜e͜ęe͠eee..͏." He hisses with glee, cackling madly like a hyena as a particularly powerful slash from the shovel strikes across his chest, spilling scarlet fluid everywhere.
"I͠'̷ve͘ bee̕n ̡w̵a̕i̛t̶in̨g̶g͘g͟gg͘.....f̀or s̡o͝me̕o̶ne l҉i̸k̸e͟ ̡y͠ouuưu͝...̛." His raspy whisper is hoarse and laced with excited anticipation. "The ҉b̸l͢uebi̵rdddd...Zèl͠lll̕.̧..̵hás͜ ̷se͝r̵ve̢d ͜hèr p͞ųr͢poseeee͢.͟.̨."
And with that, he swings his scythe with a great swish, and an ominous clack! is heard along with it as the end of the scythe comes apart to reveal a hidden blade tucked beneath it. Uh oh. Stanley now has a scythe aimed for his back and a bladed knife aimed for his side...
Attacking Turn:
STR Roll: 17 + 5 = 22
DEX Roll: 10 + 4 = 14
OWEN :
“Eep!” Lenne exclaimed as the crow pecked at Owen instead of her. She shot Owen an apologetic look as if to say “Sorry, my bad…” and folded her arms, staring at the crow instead to study it for awhile...
“…how much control do ya have over the bird, then…?” Running around pointlessly in this maze wasn’t going to bring them closer to either Zel or the Man in the Bowler Hat. They needed clear directions, a clear guide. Without her lantern’s light guiding her, furthermore, the likelihood that they’d end up further lost or going in circles was pretty real…
“Do ya think…I know this sounds crazy Owen, but hear me out, aight… If you could send your bird…to fly upwards…and help us see what direction we should be headin’ in…it might help us find our way better, ya know?” She looks slightly sheepish as she suggests this. “I know this isn’t Animorphs or some fantasy story or whatever, but if it can help us stop runnin’ into these dead ends…I dunno…it might be worth a shot...”
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Post by misterrainbow on Oct 25, 2015 0:57:03 GMT -8
(Sorry Nikka--I love you~)
Maxwell wouldn't reward the Bowler Man with any acknowledgement, gleefully humming as he cleared the sparring pair by a few feet. As he picked himself up, he dusted his coat of grass trimmings and tapped his lip thoughtfully. Now where had he left off before? Oh yes! That's right. The toy--
He'd all but hesitate a second, though. Ears catching Bowler Mans droning of bluebirds and purposes. Fingers clenched the round and colorful device sitting in his pocket, the ominous 'clack' followed by a subtle 'click'. "When the bluebird is dead, it's off with his head! Tsk tsk--" Maxwell chuckled giddily to himself as he snapped the yo-yo out at his side and gave it a spin, lethal knives jutting from it's sides as it was whirled around and whipped like a lasso at Bowler Mans head.
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Attacking:
Str roll: 11 + 0 = 11
Dex roll: 9 + 6 = 15
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Post by StaG on Oct 25, 2015 1:33:58 GMT -8
Defending turn;
STR = 1 + 4 = 5
DEX = 16 + 7 = 23
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Zel... served her purpose? What purpose? Zel was not a thing that he could use like a toy. Zel was... IS his friend. His dear, human friend.
Something whooshed past them, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Hatter whiz past the narrow opening between their madly dancing weapons. An impressive feat, if he were to appreciate the moment. Unfortunately, he was snapped back to reality with the mechanical sound produced by the Hunter's scythe. Now donning two perfectly curved blades upon its handle, the weapon was swung towards him, one aimed for his side, and the other aiming to slice him in half from behind.
In a panicked attempt to save himself, Stanley bent his knees slightly and sprung backwards in a backflip, out of the range of both blades. He landed safely on his feet, though he noticed a cut in the fabric of his coat where the Hunter's new blade had nicked him. It hadn't broken any skin, but that showed just how narrow an escape Stanley had made. Looking up at his enemy, he noticed a small projectile weapon being thrown at the large man. Was the Hatter helping him?
Without wasting any time, Stanley lunged forwards to occupy the man again, snapping his spade back on his cane. Surely even he would have to struggle with two targets. With the scythe-wielder's arm now injured, Stanley aimed for his knees and legs next, swiping low and keeping his eyes open for where the man may attack from next. For a weapon that heavy, he wielded it like it weighed nothing.
And it reminded him of someone who did something very, very similar.
How disgusting.
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Attacking turn;
STR = 17 + 4 = 21
DEX = 12 + 7 = 19
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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Oct 25, 2015 2:16:30 GMT -8
(( DAWWWW SILLL isssokayyyyy tbh i am really worried that Bowler Hat might hurt either of your OCs OTL wheeze ))
MAXWELL & STANLEY :
Two on one? The Man in the Bowler Hat’s grin stretches to his ears as he screeches with glee! The more the merrierrrrr. The more people who tried to take him down…the higher the chances of their success…
…the more, the merrier.
Defending from Maxwell’s attack:
STR Roll : 7 + 5 = 12
DEX Roll : 18 + 4 = 22
Unfortunately, Mr. Bowler Hat was ready for Maxwell’s attack after having seen him sneak behind him earlier, though he didn’t quite expect it to be a rainbow-coloured…yoyo. He ducks with renewed agility despite his injuries, such that the bladed “toy” whirs past his head. His famed Bowler Hat is safe and unharmed!
However, the attack from the Rainbow Hatter effectively distracts Mr. Bowler Hat, such that when Stanley lunges forward and aims for his legs next, he is unable to catch his balance quickly enough to completely avoid that fierce attack…
Defending from Stanley’s attack:
STR Roll : 4 + 5 = 9
DEX Roll : 6 + 4 = 10
Parrying damage: 21 - (9/2 + 6) = 10HP
Remaining HP of Mr. Bowler Hat: -2HP
A maniacal shriek laced with a beast-like cackle rang through the still night air as the Man in the Bowler Hat fell to one knee, struck hard and bleeding from the gashes in his trousers from the rapid attacks from the leaner man before him. He can no longer move, although it appears that he wishes to continue this fight from his current position on the ground! What a monster...
His toothy grin shines in the still night air as he whirls around to fling the hidden blade at Maxwell like a projectile weapon, as well as sweep his scythe at Stanley’s legs, attempting to do the same to him as was done to him with his last few ounces of strength…
Attacking Maxwell with the thrown knife:
STR Roll : 20 + 5 = 25
DEX Roll : 15 + 4 = 19
Attacking Stanley with the scythe:
STR Roll : 11 + 5 = 16
DEX Roll : 17 + 4 = 21
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Post by quinnquinn on Oct 25, 2015 2:34:27 GMT -8
"I can control the bird... mostly control the bird... Birds don't like people..." he trailed off, looking over to the black bird on his shoulder. Certainly it had been most cooperative tonight despite the odd circumstances. Though as Lenne posed her idea, he wondered if it would stay this cooperative even then.
"I can try..." he beckoned the crow off his shoulder onto his hand (to which it just seemed to claw away at the numerous coloured plasters lining the boy's fingers) and whispered to it. "Try to show us where to go..." he held out the coin the bird had since ignored, beckoning it. It did try to peck it out of Owen's hands, but he shook his head and stuck the bird out to the sky. With a reluctant caw it flew off. Owen in the meantime had been flashing what little moonlight he could off the coin he had to attract the crow back once it had finished scouting.
... unsurprisingly, it didn't come back. Owen didn't have any food to beckon it back with. "Maybe I'll call another one..." he mumbled to himself. Perhaps it would be easier for them to just try and walk the maze out instead.
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Post by luckyrabbit on Oct 25, 2015 4:51:23 GMT -8
How can...? That was clearly the wrong thing to say to Walter, his voice going from panic to anger, though the effect got somewhat ruined by the whistle coming from the missing tooth on the s-sounds. “Because he is my best mate.”
He thought he hear the nickname bunny ring through the night air as the girl went on stuttering, but he shook it off. It didn't have the right tune to it, it couldn't be Maxwell...unless...he was very weak...
The girl might be trying not to get her dress ripped up again, Walter however went straight back to thinking the absolute worst, realizing how much time he had wasted and decided to promptly drop his candy cargo to the ground in favour of grabbing on to the girls hand, barging through the hole in the hedge with a warriors cry of “DON'T YOU BLOODY DARE DIE ON ME YOU TWAT!”
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Post by StaG on Oct 25, 2015 5:20:04 GMT -8
Defending turn;
STR = 1 + 4 = 5
DEX = 10 + 7 = 17
Parrying damage: 16 - [5/2 + 2] = 11HP
Remaining HP for Stanley = 17HP - 11HP = 6HP
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The monster was down. A great swell of triumph coursed through him as he watched the monster fall to his knee, visualizing the fall of another like him. How wonderful it would be to see that creature in this state... How he would relish in its slow, painful ERASURE. Stanley could almost laugh.
Alas, his temporary victory was rained upon when he forgot one last detail; both the beast he wanted to kill and the Hunter before him shared one last thing in common. And that was their determination to take everything down with them.
The hidden blade was thrown, an attack that Stanley pre-emptively dodged out of fear that it was directed at him. He was wrong though, finding that the blade flew in Maxwell's direction. His heart sank at the realization that this monster wasn't done yet. He had two weapons. The air whistled as the scythe was swung at him. It was too late to jump away, too late to move.
No matter how fast his reflexes were, how quickly he swung his shovel to parry the scythe, the blade sliced the back of his legs, deeper in his right than his left before his shovel could stop it from severing his legs from under him. Pain washed over him, but not before he held onto his shovel to remain upright, and with a mighty roar, hoisted himself up on his threadcutter's handle to kick the Hunter across the face.
His weight caused him to topple onto the ground, shovel and all, though. He lay half on top of the scythe, gasping at the surge of pain that shot through him. While Stanley could bite back the pain, it was intense enough for him to curl up and press his hands onto the deep gash in his leg. He was lucky that the scythe hadn't cleaved through the bone and all the way through, but in this position, it was all Stanley could do to blindly reach for his shovel in case the monster hadn't had enough yet.
Pain be damned, if he wanted a fight, Stanley would gladly lop his leg off if it meant he could chop the Hunter's head clean off his shoulders.
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Attacking turn;
STR = 19 + 4 = 23
DEX = 19 + 7 = 26
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Post by misterrainbow on Oct 25, 2015 5:41:42 GMT -8
Defense:
DEX roll: 20 + 6 = 26
The Bowler man may have evaded Maxwell's toy, but it gave Stanley the space to land a devastating blow. "Down with the Bloody Bowler!", the Hatter cried in victory as he snapped the Yo-yo back to his side. He relished in the immobilized figure for all of a second with a cheerful chirp, like a child giddy for winning a game of marbles. A scolding was fresh fresh on his tongue to lash the silly Bowl Man with for all his misbehaviors nest, but the fight wasn't over yet...
A glint of silver flashed in the Bowler Hat Man's hand as he swung his scythe one last time, fingers twisting in a tell tale notion. Barking madly with laughter, the Rainbow Hatter spun with a graceful flourish, evading the throwing knife entirely. With a stomp of his foot and a clap of his hands, he cheer the man for his efforts in playful dance.
"What SPIRITS.... you almost had it, but not close enough! To think the game would end so soon--We were JUST starting to having fun." It was a grave shame that Mister Mask was no more lucky than Maxwell. Poor fellow. That looked like it hurt a lot. He certainly spilled enough prettiness on the ground. He and Bowler Man both.
Clicking his tongue, Maxwell smiled and wagged a finger at the Bowler man as he spun his Yo-yo with the other. Prepared to attack him again if he made another move following Stanley’s boot to the face.
“Tsk tsk. I’m afraid I’m going to have to UN-invite you from my tea party, Mister Bowl Man. Such a shame….” He stretched his smile thin as he move around the man slowly, yoyo whirring as it spun besides him to attack the man’s face at a moment’s notice as he worked his way around to Stanley’s side. "I bet he would have had the best jokes, too."
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Attack turn (as necessary)
STR roll: 8 + 0 = 8
DEX roll: 14 + 6 = 20
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