Balors Galore (Bagpipes vs Megamutt)
Nov 14, 2015 13:05:23 GMT -5
Post by lance on Nov 14, 2015 13:05:23 GMT -5
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tyler westbrook
Saxton Hale was dead.
Tyler's district partner, the girl he had been plotting revenge against for five long days, had suffered defeat, and apparently death, in the bloodfest that had been yesterday.
The blond boy's reaction had been mixed. On the one hand, he was glad that he had made it farther than the girl. On the other, he had also wanted to defeat her himself, finally make her pay for wounding him way back on the first day. In the end, she had payed, but it hadn't been Tyler's doing.
Eventually, her face melted away, to be replaced by one, then two of those that had fallen at Tyler's fight. The boy from Eight, with a strange name that sounded vaguely familiar. The boy from Nine, a youthful figure, who happened to be from the same district as Hannah O'leary.
Rodrick's face appeared and melted. Then lastly, the boy from Twelve, the one who had committed the single murder at the bloodbath and killed Cody at the feastbath.
Letting out a deep sigh, Tyler snuggled closer to Heather, feeling her body warmth add to his own. Despite that, it seemed like hours before the blond boy managed to fall asleep.
Morning came far too soon. Tyler had been the first to wake up despite his fitful rest, and had spent the time gathering assorted plants from around the cliffs. After an hours work, he had gathered one bundle of edible plants (in reality, he had grabbed two but had eaten half of his findings) and one of plants that fell into the more healing category.
By this point, both Daria and Heather were awake, the former sharpening her knife and the latter doing who knows what as always. The blond boy deposited his plants in the general supply pile, and got to work on his next project: slathering the blade of his halberd in tar.
Anything to keep you from thinking about Rowdy.
It was when Tyler had just finished applying the tar to his blade when the beast of yesterday decided to crash the party.
Tyler, as usual, didn't notice the problem till it was right in front of his face.
With a mighty crash, the gigantic beast burst out of the sparse woods of the cliffside, letting out a terrifying, thunderous roar that made Ahooga's honks sound like a squeak next to an engine.
The poor word herself had taken to the skies, HONKing in alarm. The silver creature to his left, however, bared its fangs and let out a low growl at the mighty mutt.
Wait.
Silver creature?
Tyler watched in awe as the shimmering panther leaped forward, attempting to sink its teeth into the terrifying creature before it. As it was ultimately made of mist, it failed completely, though Tyler admired its effort.
Whipping out his matchholder, Tyler used the distraction to his advantage, lighting one of the thin wooden sticks on fire and pressing it against the tar-slathered blade.
A second later, Tyler's weapon itself was alight, blazing a brilliant orange.
The odds had never been further against him, but the boy had never felt so powerful.
"You wanna party, beasty?" Tyler shouted, letting adrenaline course through him like some superdrug. "Then let's party!"
Twirling his flaming halberd once, twice, thrice, Tyler leaped into battle.
[*roll=glaive]
Actions:
tyler gets a spanking hot new table yas
tyler uses one jar of tar and one match to set his glaive ablaze
tyler's aibell is finally revealed as pantheraibell
tyler attacks balor in asuicidal confident charge
o4prLLgBglaive
13147 -- Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage
1-50
8 = extinguished glaive�1-50
tyler westbrook
Saxton Hale was dead.
Tyler's district partner, the girl he had been plotting revenge against for five long days, had suffered defeat, and apparently death, in the bloodfest that had been yesterday.
The blond boy's reaction had been mixed. On the one hand, he was glad that he had made it farther than the girl. On the other, he had also wanted to defeat her himself, finally make her pay for wounding him way back on the first day. In the end, she had payed, but it hadn't been Tyler's doing.
Eventually, her face melted away, to be replaced by one, then two of those that had fallen at Tyler's fight. The boy from Eight, with a strange name that sounded vaguely familiar. The boy from Nine, a youthful figure, who happened to be from the same district as Hannah O'leary.
Rodrick's face appeared and melted. Then lastly, the boy from Twelve, the one who had committed the single murder at the bloodbath and killed Cody at the feastbath.
Letting out a deep sigh, Tyler snuggled closer to Heather, feeling her body warmth add to his own. Despite that, it seemed like hours before the blond boy managed to fall asleep.
Morning came far too soon. Tyler had been the first to wake up despite his fitful rest, and had spent the time gathering assorted plants from around the cliffs. After an hours work, he had gathered one bundle of edible plants (in reality, he had grabbed two but had eaten half of his findings) and one of plants that fell into the more healing category.
By this point, both Daria and Heather were awake, the former sharpening her knife and the latter doing who knows what as always. The blond boy deposited his plants in the general supply pile, and got to work on his next project: slathering the blade of his halberd in tar.
Anything to keep you from thinking about Rowdy.
It was when Tyler had just finished applying the tar to his blade when the beast of yesterday decided to crash the party.
Tyler, as usual, didn't notice the problem till it was right in front of his face.
With a mighty crash, the gigantic beast burst out of the sparse woods of the cliffside, letting out a terrifying, thunderous roar that made Ahooga's honks sound like a squeak next to an engine.
The poor word herself had taken to the skies, HONKing in alarm. The silver creature to his left, however, bared its fangs and let out a low growl at the mighty mutt.
Wait.
Silver creature?
Tyler watched in awe as the shimmering panther leaped forward, attempting to sink its teeth into the terrifying creature before it. As it was ultimately made of mist, it failed completely, though Tyler admired its effort.
Whipping out his matchholder, Tyler used the distraction to his advantage, lighting one of the thin wooden sticks on fire and pressing it against the tar-slathered blade.
A second later, Tyler's weapon itself was alight, blazing a brilliant orange.
The odds had never been further against him, but the boy had never felt so powerful.
"You wanna party, beasty?" Tyler shouted, letting adrenaline course through him like some superdrug. "Then let's party!"
Twirling his flaming halberd once, twice, thrice, Tyler leaped into battle.
[*roll=glaive]
Actions:
tyler gets a spanking hot new table yas
tyler uses one jar of tar and one match to set his glaive ablaze
tyler's aibell is finally revealed as pantheraibell
tyler attacks balor in a
o4prLLgBglaive
13147 -- Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage
1-50
8 = extinguished glaive�1-50
)) life is great
