Alliance Test: Vali, Hal, Marceline vs Lucky, Gunner, Xylla
Feb 6, 2024 21:45:14 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Feb 6, 2024 21:45:14 GMT -5
It was strange how the Capitol dreamt up scenes of bloodshed, if only to know what they would seem like.
If someone from the Capitol had to spend a night in the backalleys he was born in, they would not last for daylight. It would not take long for them to be shanked by the sharper end of a beer bottle or mauled and beaten to a bloody pulp. They’d turn up in the morning, sure, but they’d find their body with a few missing fingers and no eyes. Gunner had seen it happen before.
And yet the breath still escaped his lungs as the world weaved itself anew around them, twisting spires and rows of seats materializing seemingly out of nowhere. This was the power they had been kept away from.
The Capitol’s grand vision of violence was idealized and imagined, whereas his bled raw and visceral.
He looked sidelong at Lucky with a quick smirk as he matched his steps, both walking up to where the weapons had been placed. The other went for an axe, which he cocked an eyebrow at. “Hm.” Pictured him more as a sword wielder, knight with shiny armor and an excalibur.
The way he hefted the axe, however, showed practice.
Gunner’s fingers spidered along the spines of the knives laid out on the table. Their lengths were transparent, pixelated almost, but as he picked up, the weight was still there. Not a firearm, but it would do the job. He spun one to hold it by the hilt as their opponents marched up, three versus three.
He eyed the trio. Two from seven, one from eight. Not much of a threat. But he made himself imagine it as a real fight, some skirmish they were having in an abandoned backalley. His first target would be the Forrester, a legacy name. Right as he’d thought of that, Lucky charged towards the girl. He suppressed a grin, then cut his eye across to the next threat within his descending order. The boy from Seven was not that intimidating, all lean and sinewy muscles, but he’d never trust a lumberjack, especially with an axe.
He swung the knife in his left hand, as if to toss, and yet he feigned at the last moment for his left hand to pick up another knife – which was the real one he flung.
If someone from the Capitol had to spend a night in the backalleys he was born in, they would not last for daylight. It would not take long for them to be shanked by the sharper end of a beer bottle or mauled and beaten to a bloody pulp. They’d turn up in the morning, sure, but they’d find their body with a few missing fingers and no eyes. Gunner had seen it happen before.
And yet the breath still escaped his lungs as the world weaved itself anew around them, twisting spires and rows of seats materializing seemingly out of nowhere. This was the power they had been kept away from.
The Capitol’s grand vision of violence was idealized and imagined, whereas his bled raw and visceral.
He looked sidelong at Lucky with a quick smirk as he matched his steps, both walking up to where the weapons had been placed. The other went for an axe, which he cocked an eyebrow at. “Hm.” Pictured him more as a sword wielder, knight with shiny armor and an excalibur.
The way he hefted the axe, however, showed practice.
Gunner’s fingers spidered along the spines of the knives laid out on the table. Their lengths were transparent, pixelated almost, but as he picked up, the weight was still there. Not a firearm, but it would do the job. He spun one to hold it by the hilt as their opponents marched up, three versus three.
He eyed the trio. Two from seven, one from eight. Not much of a threat. But he made himself imagine it as a real fight, some skirmish they were having in an abandoned backalley. His first target would be the Forrester, a legacy name. Right as he’d thought of that, Lucky charged towards the girl. He suppressed a grin, then cut his eye across to the next threat within his descending order. The boy from Seven was not that intimidating, all lean and sinewy muscles, but he’d never trust a lumberjack, especially with an axe.
He swung the knife in his left hand, as if to toss, and yet he feigned at the last moment for his left hand to pick up another knife – which was the real one he flung.
gunner attacks hal ; throwing knives 1/6
Xv80XrDBQAthrowing knife
9179 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage (Thrown Knife)
accuracy
throwing knife
9067 -- Knife in Cheek -- 7.0 damage (Thrown Knife)
HP: 20/20
Xv80XrDBQAthrowing knife
accuracy
throwing knife
9067 -- Knife in Cheek -- 7.0 damage (Thrown Knife)
HP: 20/20
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