Post by Bernard on Mar 6, 2018 12:25:11 GMT -5
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Merle HP: 60 -60 =0 remain
Winded- -20 to acy.
Counter Strike Chest - <62 for success. Roll= 74 -20(effect) -20(base) +10 (Defensive stance)
Shake effect- 50+ for success- roll=49
Roll vs KO effect-50+ =success Roll=70
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"Do you need me to tie my other arm behind my back?" She continued to mock.
Merle was suddenly blinded by the rage bubbling up inside her.
The next thing the inexperienced fight knew was her attacker had skipped forward, her right leg slashing downwards in a diagonal axe-like motion aimed for the side of her head. Instinctively the red head ducked only to catch the skillfully place blow square on the chin.
Somehow she manage to maintain consciousness but disoriented no sitting flat on her kiester with blood trickling down her chin from the bloodied lip she now sported. Her head throbbed.
”That’s enough!” Keiko proclaimed stepping between the two combatants waving the proverbial while flag.
”I don’t need your sympathy!” Merle snapped as she angrily pulled away from her companion’s protective hand that was placed upon her shoulder. Further humiliation was endured as the washed up fighter stumbled failing to make her way to her feet.
”Tuck, let me help.” Keiko proposed.
”I said, I don’t need your sympathy.” Merle sniffled as the tears ran uncontrollably down her cheeks.I just stood there. She sobbed. Stubbornly she staggered to her feet wiping the blood from her lip with the back of her hand. ”You made you point Abigail. I won’t be getting in your way.”
With that Merle turned and exited without looking back. Keiko wanted to follow but was certain that there was little she could say at the moment that would help.
Alone with the victor she turned and snapped. ”How was that helpful?”