Target Practice <OPEN>

[gemmawolf]

(OOC: I was thinking last one standing, but only because the others have fainted. But if people want to back out or finish up, we can do highest health left.)

"The only thing keeping me from you right now is the fact that you're the only sane person here. Now, I recommend you take advantage of that." Had he said that to her? Nee couldn't tell clearly; her head was still reeling over the gruesomeness of it all. She came her to practice some aims alone in the woods before the Reaping, attempting to raise her hopes of survival if her name was drawn from the glass ball. She hadn't made the first strike: he had.

He's talking to me, and he's right, she thought. She was the sanest person there. She hadn't joined a fight without thinking of the dangers. She hadn't jumped to conclusions from one word. "Coward." The word rang in her mind. That had been the thing that had started it all off, hadn't it? Two of them had taken it to heart, and the other joined in as soon as he saw her in trouble. She owed the Careers nothing, but she would do what she could to get her ally out of there alive.

"...when we get back to the District. Take that as a promise - take that as a threat, take that however you like, but it's happening." Was he still talking? What other threats had he made while she was day dreaming?

"Then fight me." She saw Hugo go for him, another heavy strike adding to the unnamed Career's toll. Her friend asked if she could move, hinting at making their escape. She considered it, but was it worth it? They wouldn't get far with her wounds. She needed rest; she needed the fighting to stop.

Moving away wouldn't do any harm, though, she reasoned. She nodded, accepting his help to get back a few dozen yards. She looked at the poor boy that they had all helped to attack. He was half dead; soon he'd be on the floor. What had he said? Fifteen minutes? She supposed his guess was good. But she'd had her fight with him, he wasn't going to hurt her any more. Or if he does, he'll be sorry. Her grip tightened on the axe until her knuckles were white.

But the fickle fighter, Hugo, he was just out there to prove his strength. Surely there was a reason for that? He wouldn't be able to beat him usually. He was only doing so well now after the hits that she and her ally had made, plus a couple of his own. He had taken the same offence to her light remark and was just as ready to attack her. If I had been on my own... She shuddered; there was no way that she would have been able to take both of them on.

He needs to know that he can't get away with it. She was too far away for her axe to make enough impact, it would just bounce off him. Then she remembered the throwing knives. Her aim wasn't too bad - the splintered trees around her proved it.

She motioned her friend to stop, sliding her rucksack off and unzipping it. She quickly found the knives, between the biscuits and a water bottle, just as she'd left them. Before her ally could stop her, she flung one at Hugo, determined to not let him forget that he had threatened her just as much. As much as I despise you, she thought, directing it to the thumbless one as if he could read her mind, you deserve a break. No one needs to die today.

(Attacks Hugo - Throwing Knife)
[dice=200+9000]
(Shallow Cut on Neck - 4.0)[rand=673281839067817433051122319603393816642352825887608616738089534598]

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

((WIP))

((Sorry, going through a bit of a rough patch atm; and on top of that, I have a computer virus. I'll have this post up in a day or two.))

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Anger suddenly filled Hugo's insides, when the girl attacked him. Oh, he was definitely going to get her good now. Revenge was all he needed. He put his hand to the shallow cut on his neck, feeling blood between his fingers. He eyed the knife that had created it, only a few feet behind him. It had whizzed past.

Hugo gripped his sword, needing a good attack this time. He wanted a real fight; he wanted a real success. He glared at the girl, ready to attack her. But then his eyes flickered to the other boy, the one that he had attacked first. He was unscathed; only one attack had come his way and he had blocked it. Hugo figured it was best to go for him. It was only fair, wasn't it? So, he lunged forward and attacked.

[attacks Jack, sword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Severed Left Leg at Hip - 10]

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[Jack Lexington]

I'm no warrior, not used to combat and my mind is already in retreat mode. Too focussed on saving the girl I don't see how quickly the guy attacks me. His moves are fast, sneaky and I can't even use my bow before his sword cuts deep into the flesh of my left leg.
I can barely breath when the pain hits me and I double over unable to remain standing.
My bow hits the ground and slips from my hand. It's useless now anyway. For a second I clutch my leg just below my hip and start shaking. What just happened? Within a splitsecond my hands are blood soaked and I can tell by how incredibly much it hurts that the blade cut right through the bone. Never before have I been in as much pain.
In a desperate attempt to safe my skin I roll over groaning and hit my knife into my attackers guts but before it even pierces his skin it slips out of my bloody hands.

(Hugo, Knife)
[dice=200+2000]
(miss- dang!)

Right now I don't care if I look like a whimp I have to let out a long , agonized scream to cope with the large wound on my leg.

With the weapon in his hand my enemy is towering above me. If he strikes now I'm done so I press out. "Don't kill me, please."


OOC: Jack 30 points. I hope it's okay that my leg is still hanging on by a thread because Jacks my only character. I'd really appreciate it if he wasn't crippled forever since this is supposed to be a fun fight...right? [rand=552190396934747701826685899868607554179607401601975861576590687037]

[gemmawolf]

(This is just a notice: because this is a JFF fight, any serious wound like severed -blank- don't have to be permanent. Thomas, you can have your thumb back if you want after the fight, same with you Jack. It's only for the sake of RP practice that I started the thread, not to mutilate everyone.

Jack, if you carry on in the fight without a leg, you can pretend it never happened when it's finished. You could down grade it to a deep gash in our new thread if you want.

So yeah, no one needs to worry about injuries, otherwise all four characters are going to be falling to pieces! Just For Fun! It isn't official.

I'll make my next post once Thomas can update his.)

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

((Sorry for the wait, guys- just count this post and say I skipped last turn. Also, yeah- I was just either gonna count the thumb as broken or have a high-class D2 doctor reattach it somehow anyway xD .))

Thomas kept himself quiet. He didn't expect this to spiral into... whatever it had become, but he felt obligated to remain on the scene. Hugo had struck him again, but he fought through the pain. This was becoming more trouble than it was worth- instead of hiding by a tree or making himself comfortable, however, he stood in place, only circling to watch.

[gemmawolf]

Nee saw hugo turn towards her, and she couldn't prevent a quick flinch. She had been hoping for a deeper wound, but all she had done was drawn the attention back to them. Still, didn't I want to do that? The other one needs a chance. He was suddenly lunging for her. Letting out a short squeal of fear, she dived aside. But his attack was aimed at her friend.

A sword swiped. A sick, undescribible sound occurred when it made contact with flesh. She had no idea what part had been hit, she was still turned away from the scene, but it sounded heavy, unstopped. She turned, preparing for what could only be hell. Something has to have been cut off, but what? A hand? His head?! She dared to look for the blood and found it in a second. His hip, sliced through, the leg limp on the ground. Was it still attatched? She couldn't see through the gore.

This time, she couldn't help but thow up. Too much! It's too much! She had only gone out into the forest for some imndividual practice. She wouldn't be able to throw an axe in the logging territory, it had to be the wilderness. And from one word, one small, underestimated word, she had severed a thumb and a leg. What am I doing? she asked herself.

It was another of those moments when things could go either way, where her actions could cause others to suffer or survive. But which choice? Surrender, and try to get away without a knife in each of their backs? Continue fighting? Her partner was in no way able to fight properly now. She watched him aim for Hugo, but lose the knife from his grip, release a ear-splitting scream of pain. "Don't kill me, please." It physically hurt to hear him say that.

She grabbed his dropped bow and ditched it by her rucksack. There was no way that she could use it as a weapon. She looked over her shoulder for half a second. If we could just move away... But that was the problem. 'We'. The boy with her would be too heavy to carry, and it would be too hard to get away if he's dragging himself along, with or without her help. She could leave him behind, but she knew that she would never forgive herself. That left fighting. The prospect of possibly making things worse didn't appeal to her, but what choice did she have?

At least some good had come out of the situation: the first Career was on his feet. Standing, watching, not helping, but still in good enough shape. She glanced at her shirt, soaked with blood and torn from the gashes. But how much longer do I have? She picked up her axe, her best friend.

She stared at the threat, hoping to make him look away first. "This isn't over, Hugo. Leave my friend for a while, focus on me! You haven't hit me yet, so I figure that I'm your next target anyway. Fight me!" She shouted the last part, determined to show that she wasn't afraid, that she wouldn't leave someone to die. The teenager lying on the ground was a good example of what that meant, in both roles.

She sent a prayer up to who ever was listening, and went for the kill.

(OOC: I swear, if I get a miss now... )

(Attacks Hugo - Axe)
[dice=200+11000]
(Block - 0.0)

(OOC: .....Gah! *headdesk* - My face)[rand=612597621894868810536138101637476167000492842445933385236379342675]

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Everything was going by too fast for Hugo's eyes. He didn't understand it, not really at least. Why were all these people attacking him now? Didn't they know that all he wanted was a little training? So...it involved a bit of blood, but...that was beside the point. He tried to shake the feeling off, considering that maybe it was best that they attacked him; it would only make him stronger, right?

But he had to admit, it was all becoming much too overwhelming.

Hugo could hear his father's voice in his ear, soft and serene, telling him to go for the kill, telling him to fight on. Hugo took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't stop this fight. He had to prove his strength, to his parents, his brother, his friends. He could almost imagine them watching this fight, waiting for his sword to make amazing contact.

They were all waiting for him. Every last person. They were waiting for Hugo to shine.

Inaudible pressure filled the air, causing Hugo to feel weighed down. Gradually, he slipped the pressure off, like dropping a heavy backpack. It was just him now: just he and the rest of them. That was all that mattered.

He lifted his sword just as the girl's attack came at him, blocking it. Hugo smiled at his impeccable timing, trying to make it look as though he had done it on purpose. A few words came from the girl's mouth, as she started shouting at him--to fight her! He looked at the three others; they were all apparently his enemies now. The one boy wasn't attacking at all, while the other, Hugo had just attacked gruesomely. And then there was the girl. Hugo's mind swirled in indecision, but he quickly made his choice. As much as he wanted to finish the other boy off, he knew it was the girl's turn.

"If that's how you want it to be..." he said, his usual sarcasm worn out from mental exhaustion. He lunged towards the girl, bringing down his sword with all of the coordination he had left.

[attacks Nee, sword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5]

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[Jack Lexington]

In horror I watch the attacker turn his attention back on the girl. If he hits her like he hit me he'll kill the fragile thing. Then again she's still putting up a fight against him and is even trying to attract his attention...probably to safe me.

I'm useless for any kind of fight plus I have lost my knife. Slowly I roll over and reach for a root with my right hand. Even though my fingers are shaking I manage to pull myself out of the line of battle and drag my bow with me. Inch by inch I slowly make my way under a bush while I try to suppress my groans as well as I can. Breathing heavily I turn my head to see how my ally is doing and gasp because she's been hit in the head by a sword.

Propping myself up on my elbows I try to get a clear shot with my bow and arrow through the leaves. My fingers just won't stop shaking. The arrow doesn't even leave my bow properly and gets stuck in the ground right in front of me not even leaving the bush.

(Hugo, bow)
[dice=200+4000]
(miss-0)
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[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

Hm? Thomas had thought he spotted a nasty wound, but it finally occurred to him that the archer's leg had been torn off by the sword. With the loss of his own finger fresh in his mind, something else came to mind- he was angry. He didn't want to show it, but not it was just too tempting. Watching Hugo carry on his assault and the others try to regroup, he took a rushed, forceful walk toward the new center of their improvised battlefield.

Watching the boy try to crawl into a bush, Thomas wanted to make sure that he had the opportunity to get even, if not spite him even more. "I'm not going to get over that finger easily," he snarled. "Well, if you took something of mine, I might as well hold on to something of yours in turn." With that, he swung down at the archer brutally; the most brutal part of it wasn't necessarily the angle of the swing, but the weapon used.



{Jack; Jack's severed leg (club/blunt)}
[dice=200+7000]
Broken shin - 7.0 damage |20.0 remaining|


Bashing the boy's good leg with the leg he had lost didn't phase him, or even make him feel better beyond a twinge of vengeance, but the fear factor involved was essential.
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[gemmawolf]

Bad decisions - all of them. The thought appeared in Nee's mind as soon as she saw the sword come towards her. Animal instinct took over; she turned to run, but felt the blade graze the back of her head. It stung, and a warm feeling was spread over the area. Blood. She swore and cursed; not because it particularly hurt, but because that could have been her dead. A blade through her skull was all she needed.

She saw her partner shoot, but miss. And she needed that shot! The boy on the edge seemed to have gathered himself together. He approached the one onthe ground, picked up his severed leg and began savagely beating his other with it! Normally, she would find such an extreme situation funny, but this was not normal. Normally, she would be watching, not participating. Normally, there wouldn't be gushing blood and a sword-weiling teenager standing infront of her.

"Leave him alone!" she shouted. Bad descision? Probably. "Why don't we sort this out how it started - you two and me!" She made up her mind on two things:

One, Nee - only two more strikes, one each.

Two - get the hell out of here, and take your partner with you!

She smiled slyly, a new idea popping into her head. "And you, the unnamed one - yes, you. Might I remind you that he-" she said, raising her voice and pointing at Hugo, "-broke the alliance and turned on you?"

While they were busy thinking about what she thought was an excellent point, she wiped at Hugo with her axe once more, needing one last hit.

[Attacks Hugo - Axe]
[dice=200+11000]
[Shallow Cut on Chest - 4.0][rand=8819418964709648996504981113654325849282173121224008594100559676853]

[Deleted]

Hugo's mind was definitely slowing; he was having trouble thinking this through. The whole fight was exhausting, he had to admit. The girl was shouting something, but he didn't listen. He couldn't listen. He knew she wanted him to fight her, and he had to admit: he really wanted her gone; her annoying determination was pushing Hugo's limits. The boy from District Two, attacked the other boy, giving him a broken shin. He heard the girl shouting at him, telling him to go for Hugo, himself.

Oh god, why was she so stubborn? He wanted to silence her, but he knew, the other boy was weaker. He needed to go after him. He wasn't forming alliances--no, not in this small of a fight. He didn't really care at this point.

"I don't care about alliances at this point. I'm in this to win," Hugo said, glaring at the girl. "Attack me all you want, but I won't promise anything." He turned towards the other boy, the one that had just been attacked, and readied his sword for attack. Then, he lunged, with all his strength.

[attacks Jack; sword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Miss - 0]

OOC: Really sorry for the short post.

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[Jack Lexington]

All I want to do is scream because it seems the only way I can put up with what has happened to me and the hell my enemy is putting me through. My face is bright red as I desperately try not to pass out because I know that if I do the others will most likely finish me off. I need to keep fighting but my body is shaking so badly that I can't even grab my other knife.

Just when I think things can't get any worse I hear one of them approaching the bush I'm hiding under. He mutters something about his finger and next thing I know I hear a crack and instantly my other leg hurts like hell as well. Clutching it I hold in another scream as little stars dance in front of my eyes. Thank goodness I don't know what the attacker used as a weapon. I'm so close to fainting that it drowns out some of the pain.

Still I can hear the girl screaming at those guys. What a fighter. If anyone can safe us now it's her.

My vision blacks out and I don't even realize Hugos failed attack.

After a few moments my vision and ability to hear returns. Not even thinking I fumble for the knife in my belt, pulled it out and hit whatever or whoever comes close to defend my own life.

(Hugo, knife)
[dice=200+2000]
(Block- 0)

OOC: Who said a knife is more precise? Jack 23 points
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[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

((Sorry man, I really thought it'd help . Just use whatever you think works best, then.))

Dropping the leg to his side for later use, he clapped sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Whether he agreed with her or not was a different story altogether, but he would at least acknowledge her point. "That's how the fight started," he agreed. "But these two intervened, and since then, you've all gotten me angry once." He shifted his eyes to the boy, waving a four-fingered hand at him as he looked back to the girl. "Except for him. He's done it twice."

Spinning the leg in both hands, he debated aiming another shot with his new weapon. "Cut off my finger,"" he echoed in quiet anger. "And on top of that, he's out here degrading women. What I should do is just walk away now, but you've probably guessed I'm not from around here by now..." With that, he took another swing at the boy with his own leg.

{Jack's Severed Leg; Jack}
[dice=200+7000]
Gash/bruised right femur; 4.0 damage |20.0 remaining|

"...And if you've seen the Games recently, you'd know that if I ran off now - even if Hugo ran off now - either of us would probably charge and kill the other to save our district's reputation." With that, he gave it a rest. Saying any more could get him up against a wall; the negative emotions were already running rampant between the four of them, with the possible exception of Hugo, who he still hadn't been able to identify as Ax Crazy or just out to prove something.[rand=025007802441449845631473354912270982543193151730374610511254042323]

[gemmawolf]

(OOC: This is going to be a short post )

One hit, then go. That's what she had promised herself, and her friend, right? One more strike, aimed at this cocky talker, then leave. She had her rucksack, its contents and the bow neatly together; she just needed to get him out of there.

The one on the ground took another beating. She could only turn her head away, sick of the violence, but not enough to give up before one last try. Hopefully this would be her defining moment, but it wasn't likely. The odds weren't in her favour. She'd come out here to practice in case of being chosen at the rapidly approaching Reapings. Oh she could aim well, make a blade stick, and she knew a little on survival, but when she was faced with a real battle, this is how it ended up: ugly. And losing.

"OK..." she whispered. Without even bothing to aim, she took her last swing.

(OOC: This is my last yeah-lets-fight post, but we could carry this on in a retreat if you lot want to.)

[Attacks Thomas]
[dice=200+11000]
[Deep Gash on Back of Head - 9.0][rand=7476047650821275328438713672084787749321368592683992177969801385]