Street Brawl (Shrimpeh, Luna?, Open)

[Micra]

((I don't care what weapon you use, and feel free to switch. Please make a post with your attack and no more than two attacks per post. Pick a character or post as yourself. Have fun!))

Twilight. The sun is disappearing over the horizon. A mysterious, artificial fog rolls in. There are weapons scattered across the street. You know that, to leave the street, you must survive the battle that is about to occur. You don't want to be in a fight, but waiting for the inevitable is almost worse.


Harrell Lennox was a career, technically. She had trained to fight. Anyone who got in her way should be eliminated. Except, she didn't like to fight. But here, stuck on a street, was like the arena. She didn't know how she got here. She figured it was one of those forced things. If she refused to fight, she'd wake up in chains in the training center.

"Must be another pointless training exercise." she muttered to herself. She stooped to the ground and picked up a trident and a crossbow.

The sooner this was over, the sooner she could go home and read. Write maybe. She'd probably write about this. A lone girl, on a deserted street, add some creepy horror music in the background, a little bit of creaking wood, and some stray gunfire in the distance. There's a story.

Of course, some of that may have been imagination.

Her eyes picked up a movement through the fog. She narrowed her eyes and pretended it was one of her slave-driving trainers. She took aim at the shape, raising her arm reflexively. She saw it move again.

And she fired her crossbow at it.

Shrimp.
[dice=200+4000]
Arrow in Stomach 6.5 damage

She could tell that her arrow hit its mark from the way the shape moved. But she hadn't finished it. One hit kills weren't too common for Harrell. Better late than never. But now, of course, there would be retaliation. She gripped her trident, ready to defend herself against anything that would jump from the shadows.

Be it a dragon or a toddler, she'd be ready.

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[shrimp]

SUNDRA WIE.

He's dead.

He's dead. Dead dead dead dead DEAD. The word rings through my brain as I race through the deserted street, tears streaming. I want to die. I want to just end my life. There's weapons littering the street. Maybe if I were to kill myse--

"AUGH!" I scream in agony. I look down to see that there is an arrow in my stomach (6.5 damage). It burns like hell. And I realize that I can't handle facing my death yet. I want to run

But I have a feeling that running won't solve anything today. I'm sobbing as I grab a spear, out of pain and misery. Who knows, maybe I'll join Trace in the afterlife today. But I don't want to. I can't die now. I need to live for him - experience all of the things that he'll never do.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!" I scream as I throw the spear through the fog

[attacks Harrell/Micra]
Spear: [dice=200+3000]
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[Micra]

Not a toddler, not a dragon, but something in between.

Human definitely. Too far away to tell male from female. Young, probably, judging by the voice as they screamed.

Away? She was confused, for a moment there, but then realized it was all a trick. A deep elaborate plot device created to get her killed. This spear flying through the air proved it. In this godforsaken place, she might actually die, whether real or virtually. She needed to pull it together.

Harrell examined the shining silver trident. A pity, really, it would be when she covered it with the other human's blood. For the enemy, of course, not for her.

It was the simple rule of training. It's okay to have a heart outside the arena. But once you're in, once you're fighting- all of that has to disappear.

This street was, in its own way, an arena.

All the better for me to kill you in, my dear. Horrified by her own thoughts, Harrell froze. She wasn't a killing machine, but neither was she a doormat. She was a girl.

A writer.

A hero.

Or a villain.

Down came the trident.

Shrimp
[dice=200+3000]
Deep Gash Left Thigh, 8 damage. ((dunno how I'm this lucky today.))

Score. Right in the attacker's (defender's?) leg. She could have asked for a better hit, but she wouldn't. Why bother complaining when she was doing relatively well?

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[Prince Inigo]

Dantis Falkier

Brown eyes squinted, the fog rolling in hazing the streets. Objects were becoming indiscernible, malformed shapes. Colors were sapped out except for the white layer of incoming film, one of Nature's strange weapons. Moving figures could easily be mistaken for animals, as sometimes the fog 'cut' off inches of height from a distance. Nothing seemed to be out of the fog's reach; everything was in a white. With the sun shrinking below the horizon, twilight was going to come soon.

Dantis was without his trusty bow at the time, relying on his instincts. He tried walking down the lane without much visual support, feeling walls of buildings for aid. During the travel, ears perked to a foreign sound, a distance cacophony. Accidentally kicking a bow while passing by, the District 9 resident picked it up and looked around. Spotting a what he thought to be an animal, Dantis aimed at the figure and shot.

[Harrell]
[dice=200+4000]
Arrow in Neck. X

Seeing the arrow stick into the being good, Dantis deemed the creature dead. After suppressing a frown, he took a walk over, holding the bow. He now could discern the figure just a few steps away.

Upchuck. Puke.

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[shrimp]

I moan in agony as the trident punctures my leg, causing the blood to spill out of my leg. I look up at my attacker.

It's a girl. A girl? Why the hell is she attacking me? But either way, she has to die. I have to kill her. The thought sickens me, I almost throw up. But I won't let Trace's death be in vain. I have to live; for him.

I throw the spear away, and grab an axe. It's pretty heavy, but I'm able to carry it. It'll cause a large amount of damage.

And I swing it at the girl. She's attacking me, so why bother holding back?

And I'm about to hit her when an arrow flies into her neck. She falls - dead. I'm about to puke. But I hold it in.

Someone else walks in. And I know that he has to die as well. But first, he starts to vomit. I wait for him to finish - it's not polite to attack someone who's vomiting. And then I go for the kill.

[attacks Luna/Dantis]
Axe: [dice=200+11000]
Severed Right Forearm at Elbow - 9.5

His arm goes flying off. I cringe at the amount of blood that falls onto the ground.

But he must die. Now. So I can live - and so Trace's memory is retained in the world.

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[Micra]

What's that, a butterfly? Harrell definitely saw the beat of a wing and a flash of color. Distracted, she turned and stepped forward, right into the path of the oncoming arrow.

"I think I'll name him-"

And she fell to the ground, dead.

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Camicus was prowling the streets. There was smoke. Where there's smoke, there's fire. He needed the fire. The fire needed him.

He could see ahead in the smoke, that people were fighting. Hmm. Fighting. People. People make good enough firewood. His parents were proof enough of that. He could've gotten his brother too, but the bastard had left that day. He'd cut himself heavily over that failure, but so be it.

He was on his own now. And he saw no harm in increasing the pile of bodies on the deserted street. Maybe even collect some of the extras for Bear.

He grabbed an abandoned battleaxe and went in.

Shrimpeh.
[dice=200+11000]
Shallow Cut on Cheek- 3.5

Camicus raised an eyebrow.

"That went worse than expected."

He had aimed for the head, and missed, just barely. How dreadful. Perhaps he's have better luck with his next shot.

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[shrimp]

Suddenly another guy comes in, grabs an axe, and attacks me. He cuts my right cheek (3.5 damage). Oh god, it hurts. I start crying again. My would will add up sooner or later, and I may die. And I can't die. Not here, not now.

I see a sword nearby. I grab it. It's pretty light, so I run and attack both newcomers.

[attacks Luna]
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Chest - 4.0

[attacks Micra]
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Left Shoulder - 3.5

I hit both boys, but it's shallow. It's not near good enough to survive.

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[Prince Inigo]

Spewing his last meal out of the system, Dantis was freaking out about the entire situation. A human was now dead thanks to a total mistake, and the feeling of guilt started to gush heavily from his heart. He was ready to drop the weapon right there and apologize for the error of his ways. Upon closer inspection, it was even worse that 'it' was a girl he killed without thinking twice. The fog messed with his vision, and he was, indeed, experiencing terrible emotion.

Sadness ended with intense pain. Dantis yelped a loud cry, blood splattering on his face and all over his clothes. Looking at the spot and cringing, now he was without an arm from the elbow, the bow forcefully being dropped since it was carried in the now-severed right arm. His eyes rolled up to the girl, thinking that perhaps they were friends.

He was not thinking straight when the left hand grabbed a nearby knife and swung at her.

[Sundra]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Left Thigh. 3.5

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[Micra]

Camicus didn't know why he had attacked the one he did. He had always liked boys more than girls. No, not that way. It was simply that girls could not be trusted. Then, he figured boys couldn't be trusted either. Come to think of it, only his fire could be trusted.

"Where is the fire?" he growled. "I see smoke, but no fire. What have you done with it?"

Camicus' eyes flickered from the boy to the girl. Who to attack? Who to kill? He closed his eyes and breathed in the smoke. Funny, it looked like smoke, but didn't smell like it. His eyes narrowed with anger. He was smoke- he was fire. What they had done to the flames, they had done to him.

If he couldn't have his answer, he's have their heads. Both of them. He'd burn them on a pyre and dance on the ashes.


Sundra
[dice=200+11000]

Shallow Cut on Right Hip
3.5 damage

Dantis
[dice=200+11000]

Deep Gash on Left Forearm
8 damage


Darn. He hadn't killed them.

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[shrimp]

Sundra - 25 HP
Dantis - 21.5 HP
Camicus - 3.5 HP

They continue to attack me. Why me, out of all of the people here? It's not fair. I look at both of my attackers. They look a bit weary, but they'd be able to kill me quickly.

I drop the sword, and pick up a bow. It's good to be multi-versatile I guess.

[attacks Camicus]
Bow: [dice=200+4000]
Arrow in Cheek - 7.0

[attacks Dantis]
Bow: [dice=200+4000]
Shallow Cut on Stomach 4.0

One of the arrows hits somebody's cheek. blood spews out like a waterfall. Gross.[/color][rand=10094549580072754133825425526946980272147919680908468106003381131125]