lost in translation [mazerunners vs. 2 flurbles]

[✨ zozo.]

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attacks [flurble #1] with [meteor hammer (flail)]
[dice=200+12000]
Bruised Ribs -- 3.0

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[aya]

I'm already born
I'm already rough
I'm already lean
I'm already wanting to be obscene

Cerise Mephistopheles—

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Five minutes trapped in between two sets of ten-foot hedges had little Fist building up a nice supply of frustration at the obnoxious terrain. At first, she'd contemplated brute-forcing the network in the algorithmic sense: if dragged her hand along the right wall, eventually she'd make it out of the monstrous tangle of shrubbery. But with each step taking the girls further and further from anything that resembled an exit, Cerise was ready to brute-force her way out of the labyrinth quite literally. Unfortunately, the dense branches did not seem to give way very easily, and she had no desire to dull her sword or lose an eye hacking or pushing her way through them.

Her leg felt much better, having been splinted and rested, though it was still giving her grief with every footfall. Her toe caught on a root that almost sent her sprawling in the dirt, but she dug the tip of her longsword into the ground, and, using it like a cane, heaved herself back up, grumbling and swearing.

A shrill wailing cut through her murmured curses, sending a quick volt of panic through Cerise's veins. It was a sudden, jarring noise but the District Three was immediately grounded by Saffron's assessment of the situation: "Stop! Did you hear that?"

"Everything heard that," she drawled, her blood settling. She was not in the least bit concerned about being found by anyone in the snarl of hedges. No, there was no way they'd run into someone out here. Something, on the other hand...

She readied her sword for a strike, pulse ticking in her head, the seconds passing by as hours. Just when she estimated that she couldn't wait for another moment, the pair of vibrant, puffy creatures rounded a corner. Ready, aim —

[attacks <flurble 1>; longsword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Stabbed in Foot -- 8.0 damage]

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[florentine, d4b ❁]

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lucy peverell[/i][/color][/size][/url]

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[attacks flurbie one with sword]

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result

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[cass]

Robin --

Robin was clearly the leader of the two. After all her best bud was Batman. It seemed fitting that the smaller, more nimble one take the lead and make the decisions. She clearly had the brains –and the appearance to match – whilst Batman had the brawn. She believed it was a case of misguided judgement, or whatever the hell you called it, that had made her agree to take the taller, powerful male as a partner. She could and would never argue on the fact that he was very good looking – ripped and well-muscled; he could catch any ladies attention. His coat was a deep purple, and when he moved it seemed to shimmer, a waterfall of every shade imaginable greeted anyone who looked at him. She was sure; however, he looked good on the colour front. She wasn’t positive, though. She was colour blind. But that never stopped the determined young dog from pretending she could imagine what colour stained his pelt. He was all brawn, Robin was certain there was no brain in there, what so ever. Pausing in her mission to find them a meal she looked around herself, movements suddenly weary. Her tail dropped low and she pressed her ears to her skull, teeth flashing. To her utter surprise and horror a group of two-legged things suddenly shambled into the pair of dogs. A startled yelp tore itself from Robin’s mouth, but her jawls quickly re-arranged themselves into a fearsome snarl. Growling she stepped backwards, her trusty sidekick, Batman, moved to stand beside her.

Batman --

Batman snarled. There was no other word to describe the odd movement of his lips to reveal a set of very sharp teeth. They flashed in the low lighting, drool clung to his lips, slowly pooling before dripping to the ground. It was clearly horror that made Batman yelp as the two-legged brought their various weapons down and onto the love of his life. That horror quickly infused itself into his heart, but like any Flurble that terror quickly transformed into rage and the salivating beast growled at the two-legged’s that had dared touch his lover. No one got to hurt her and make her whimper, only he had that right – only he could make her groan and moan in pain and these two-legged’s would pay for making her feel something he hadn’t allowed her to feel. Robin seemed to gather herself and with one final snarl she launched her emerald green body forwards. Batman, unwilling to be beaten by his lover launched himself at the first two-legged thing to get in his way.

[Robin attacks Cerise -- teeth/knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[miss]

[Batman attacks Lucy-- teeth/knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[miss]

ooc -- I am glad I suckkkkkkk

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[✨ zozo.]

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attacks [robin] with [meteor hammer]
[dice=200+12000]
miss fml

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[aya]

I'm already born
I'm already rough
I'm already lean
I'm already wanting to be obscene

Cerise Mephistopheles—

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The Fist was able to bat the fluffy thing away with, sticking it in the foot and avoiding its snapping jaw with much ease. Lucy, once again, proved herself to be a startlingly adept fighter, slicing the already-wounded beast across the chest — and Cerise, despite her ally's meek demeanor, found her opinion of the blue-eyed girl soaring with every stroke of her blade. "I'll finish this one off, get the other one!" Saffron swung her meteor hammer at the furry beast once more, but it crashed harmlessly to the ground, sending a spray of dirt up into the air and leaving a wide crater, like its namesake suggested. "Will you now," she muttered, but could not find the willpower to muster any additional snark. It was counter-productive.

Cerise withdrew her blade from the green monster's foot and sent it hurtling back downward, refusing to allow gravity to assist her longsword's descent. She growled back at the beast and delivered the point of her sword —

[attacks robin; longsword]
[dice=200+1000]
[Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage]


— right through its hind flank. It crumpled to the ground, wasted, blood pooling out of its wounds. "Got it!" she announced, triumphant. She brought her boot down on its furry neck to finish it off with a satisfying crunch.

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[florentine, d4b ❁]

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lucy peverell[/i][/color][/size][/url]

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[cass]

Batman --

Batman snarled. There was no other word to describe the odd movement of his lips to reveal a set of very sharp teeth. They flashed in the low lighting, drool clung to his lips, slowly pooling before dripping to the ground. It was clearly horror that made Batman yelp as the two-legged brought their various weapons down and onto the love of his life. That horror quickly infused itself into his heart, but like any Flurble that terror quickly transformed into rage and the salivating beast growled at the two-legged’s that had dared touch his lover. No one got to hurt her and make her whimper, only he had that right – only he could make her groan and moan in pain and these two-legged’s would pay for making her feel something he hadn’t allowed her to feel. Robin seemed to gather herself and with one final snarl she launched her emerald green body forwards. Batman, unwilling to be beaten by his lover launched himself at the two-legged that had killed Robin.

[Batman attacks Cerise-- teeth/knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[sc -- 3.5 damage]

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[✨ zozo.]

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[saffron flees the fight (& assists cerise in fleeing?)]
[collects 2 x medical plants and 3 x edible plants and puts them in her burlap sack]

[aya]

I'm already born
I'm already rough
I'm already lean
I'm already wanting to be obscene

Cerise Mephistopheles—

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Even if it was just a fluffy mutt, Cerise was more than pleased to have made an actual kill. With — boom! — eight down already, she was beginning to feel slightly inadequate for not being responsible for any. While kill count wasn't as big an indicator of a tribute's success as, say, longevity, Cerise was still eager to keep all of her stats as high as possible. She swept the training scores, and had thus far been quite successful at not dying, but was falling behind in that third category.

"Let's just get out of here." The blonde girl's assessment was alright with Cerise, whose uninjured leg was just grazed by the snapping teeth of the one remaining thing. She staggered away from the last beast, firmly shaking her head at Saffron's offer of help. The brunette could handle herself, and could take the pain of running with a broken fibula — she'd let herself get hit, and she'd deal with the consequences on her own. Although she was getting used to the two girls as company, Cerise knew she would never allow herself to rely on them. That just wasn't in alignment with M.O.



ooc - uses first aid. also, flees.

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