[Boy] [Dex+Brawl+Claws -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Boy] Damage: (Suxx -1)+Crinos Strength
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Boy] Second claw
[Dex+Brawl+claws -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Boy] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Squash] [Sheela - Scream in terror and Die!]
[Marrick - Lie bleeding]
[Tubbs - change action from fixing car to Roar of Wyrm. =+ 1 dif]
[Squash] [Tubbs, Roar of Wyrm = cha + intim vs Boy's wp (+1 diff)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Boy] [Changing Rage Action: Slash dog]
Claw Attack, +1 Diff
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 6, 8, 10 (Failure at target 7)
[Squash] *All snarl and fang and bluff, apparently, the reeking pusdog snaps his teeth inches from Boy's groin, but misjudges and gets a mouthful of air. Marrick has crumpled to the ground in a bloody blond heap, and so Bella flicks the blood off her blade and leans into the passenger side of the volvo to get ductape. Seeing his sister fall, Brother of the Lost boils into over seven feet of hulking red/grey death, claws sheering through the flesh and bone of a now shrieking Sheela. Bella's terrified screams can be heard echoing from the inside cab of the car. Tubbs lifts his head at all the screaming, and sees a lifeless Sheela sliding off Boy's claws. He lets out a Roar of terrifying bloodlust, so coldly soul hollowing that Boy's swipe at the slavering canine in front of him falls limp with terror.*
[Dog
Bella
Boy
Sheela - Dead
Marrick - Incap
Tubbs ]
[Tubbs charges boy]
[Boy] [Reflexive: 1 WP to act. Run back to Marrick
Action: Shroud on car.]
[Squash] [Bella - Affected by Delirium. Beserk. Action :: Nonsensical action to Crinos Boy? = Stomp Marrick!!]
[Dog - BITE BOY DAMNIT!!]]
[Squash] [Dog Bites Boy= Dex Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Squash] [damage = 2sux + 2str +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Boy] Soak (aka: Shrug that shit off)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Squash] [Bella - Beserker action = kick Marrick. Dex/brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Boy] Rolling Gnosis. 1 Gnosis spent
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 4
[Squash] [Tubbs = changing action to punching at Boy +1 dif change, +2 diff punching at shadows]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 8, 8, 8 (Failure at target 9)
[Squash] *The dog that reeks of infection and oozes foul ichor sinks yellow teeth into a crinos knee, only to find garou flesh made of tougher stuff than he's used to. Brother of the lost ignores the dog gnawing on him like he was a chewtoy, as Bella squeals in beserker fury and makes to Kick a fury while she's down, insanity taking it toll as a sneakered foot scuffs pavement instead. A hulking nightmare of fang and fur, Boy charges towards his downed sister, shadows reaching for him, enveloping him, wrapping Bella, the volvo, a curled bleeding Marrick, and himself in the cool embrace of darkness, through which only he can see. Not to be put off by a little shadow, even a 10ft inky cloud of it, Tubbs wades in, flailing wildly and hitting nothing with a flap of jowls, heaving with the effort.*
[[Dog - +1 diff
Bella - Beserk
Boy - resisting roar of wyrm?
Sheela - Dead
Marrick - Incap
Tubbs + 2 diff]
[Tubbs is flailing at darkness, huffing and swearing in gutteral spanish.]
[Boy] [1 WP to resist Roar of Wyrm
Action: Pick up Marrick and
[Squash] [Bella - can't see Boy = no longer beserk.
Normal action =Kick marrick.
Rage action =Kick marrick AGAIN]
[Dog - GRRRRRRR!!! Bite BOY! REALLY this time!]
[Squash] [Dog bite +1 dif]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Squash] [Damage!! = str +1 +2sux]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Squash] [Bella normal action - kick marrick.. down there some where. +2 diff/blinded.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Squash] [damage = str + 1 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Marrick] (soak?)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Marrick] (GET UP!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
[Marrick] (aw, damnit, not dead though!)
[Boy] Dex+Ath for the *ahem* retreat
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Squash] [Change Bella rage action - Assault hairy thing that just brushed past me! Punch! dex/brawl +2 dif]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Squash] (that was actually dif 9, but she still made it.))
[Squash] [Damage = str]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Squash] [oh hey, I forgot about TUBBS punchin at Boy. dex/brawl +2 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Failure at target 8)
[Squash] *Ever persistant, eyeing crino Boy as just bigger bones to bury, the infected doberman has a better time of scenting boy in darkness, sinking his teeth into.. thick luxurious fur. A growl in the dark. Bella, no longer terrified by visions of yeti's and surreal city bears, lays the boots to the closest victim she can find in the dark. Marrick. Boy scoops his sister up like a tattered ragdoll, and sees the light fade from Marrick's eyes, only to spark and flare back with a bloody vengeance, though her wounds leave her unmoving in his arms. A feeble blow from Bella as he brushed past her, teenager hissing curses even as the huffing puffing Tubbs snarls at Boy's back and boxes shadow alone.*
[Boy, gain 1 wp from being assaulted instead of sister, due to Martyr nature.]
[waitin on Strikes for init before posting new init order]
[Squash] [ORDER! declare in reverse!
Dog + +1 dif in dark
Bella = +2 dif in dark
Boy = resisting Roar of Wyrm?
Sheela = In chunks
Art
Marrick = incap
Tubbs = + 2 dif in dark]
[Tubbs - I attack the darkness! {punch Boy}]
[Strikes with Valor] Apparently, tonight was their lucky night.
Boy and Marrick are in dire straights. They are outnumbered and their Ahroun is down for the count. Things are not looking good for our heroes, are they? Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion to-- a growl emanates and the darkness peels apart to reveal the striking form of Strikes with Valor in his Heart prowling forth along an alleyway, his teeth razor sharp and bared, saliva dripping from his maw. The Child of Gaia had been out, not for a battle but for the simple pleasure of a meal when he'd happened by, as it were. Apparently Gaia had better plans for Arthur Morgan than some pizza and a beer.
And the chance of hitting on Lonna again.
There is a sickening sort of ripple as the figure morphs into its Crinos form upon spotting the thick black cloud, smelling fresh blood in the air and the boy, fearless and incensed, strides toward it.
[Ahem, after that. Declaring:
Reflective: Resist Pain activated
Action: Dive toward cloud, biting!]
[Wyrmbreaker] (homid still - +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
to Squash
[Boy] [Continue Retreat! 1 WP to resist dropping sister and saving self]
[Squash] [only change to posting order is Dog/Lukas = same time]
[Squash] [Or since the bastard has spirit of the fray.. make that
Lukas
Dog
Bella
etc]
[Squash] [Bella= run out of darkness to retrieve Epee!]
[Dog= Bite boy DAMNIIIIT!!!! With my teeth! ]
[Wyrmbreaker] There's no reason for Lukas to be out this way -- and on foot -- other than plain serendipity. That said, a huge inky cloud of darkness attracts attention. The Ahroun slows, peering into it... and then, curious, trots nimbly across the street.
He knows better than to call 'Hello?' like some actress in a bad horror movie. Or, rather memorably, like Mackenzie Walsh a few months ago, facing bloodsuckers in an alley. He simply approaches, alert, focused.
Then he sees the pile of gore at the edge of the darkness.
Then he hears the growl. And it's Gaian.
And Wyrmbreaker simply runs, swift as a sprinter, swift as a wolf. The instant he hits the relative seclusion of the alley, he leaps forward -- lands on all fours, a direwolf.
The High Tongue is a dark, roaring thing in the Shadow Lord's growls: "Identify yourselves!"
-- and he may have said more, except this is when Bella runs out.
Right into Wyrmbreaker's teeth.
(reflexive:
1 rage --> hispo
1 WP --> Resist Pain
Spirit of the Fray always active.
Since we're dropping rage already, might as well go all out! 3 rage to actions.
1 - bite the pretty bitch!
R1
R2
R3 - lots more times!)
[Wyrmbreaker] (chompity 1!
dex + brawl + 1 (totem) + 2 (hispo) vs diff 5)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage, str+3(hispo)+2(bite)+2(succ))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (clarification: "Identify yourselves!" was into the darkness, in Garouspeech, and would only be fully intelligible to Garou, marginally so to BSDs.)
[Squash] [Dog BITE Boy! +1 dif]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Squash] [damage 1suc+str=1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Boy] Dex + Ath
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Squash] [Bella - WP - fuck that hurt, changing action to Eyes of Wyrm on Lukas. Lukas, roll Wp at dif 8 to resist]
[Wyrmbreaker] (WP!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Failure at target 8)
[Strikes with Valor] (Diving into the dark! Biting whatever nummy treats there are. Dex + Brawl + 1 Crinos)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Strikes with Valor] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Squash] [Tubbs - I attack the darkness! dex/brawl -1 wound penalties, +1 dif, can't see shit. but something bit me. Attacking ART]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Squash] [Damage on ART! str + 2sux ]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Strikes with Valor] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6 )
[Wyrmbreaker] (rage bite Bella, 1!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (rage bite 2!
YOU'LL GET YOURS, BELLA.)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +4)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (WAVES FOR ATTN! read your IMs plz!)
to Squash
[Wyrmbreaker] (rage chomp on doggy. +2 for blind, +1 for changing actions. WP on this so no botchery.
HAIL KAHSEENO)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] (and damage +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Squash] *Lukas and Art stumble upon the scene much about the same time. Fated, it would seem, to assist the Alpha and Beta pack against the forces of corruption here in lake view. Seeing only a cloud of moving darkness and and a corpse in familiar looking body chunks, They leap into action. Wyrmbreaker shifts to a hulking glossy black Hispo and snarls "IDENTIFY YOURSELVES," instinctively snapping at the first thing that comes out of the darkness at him, a lithe blonde teenager snapped up in his jaws with an scream of pain. She sags in his jaws. The festering mutt has single minded determination , teeth snapping at Brother of the lost based on scent alone, maw closing harmlessly on fur thats colorless in the dark. Bella for her part continues screaming, face pale and awash with blood as she spits him with a glare that begins to fray his soul and rob him of will to act. Boy snarls his identity from the middle of his shadow coocoon, seeing Lukas and the charging crinos form of a tawny furred Coggie. Boy takes the limp body of his fallen packmate and runs towards safety as Art sinks fang into a Tubby leathery foul tasting fat man, taking a meaty chunk out of his back. Tubbs now visible as Boy and his obscuring cloud move down the street. The glossy shadowlord shakes off Bella's soul sucking glare, snapping his mouth around her torso with such force her head actualy shoots off and rolls down the street after Boy, like a puppy. Speaking of Puppies, Wyrmbreaker lurches forward and grabs a now visible dog by the ass, teeth slashing to the bone as the pussy creature writhes in the shadowlord's maw.*
[Squash] [ORDER! declare in reverse! NO MORE DARKNESS PENALTIES UNLESS YOU"RE BITING BOY
Lukas
Dog = -2 wounded
Bella = MISTED GORE
Boy = resisting Roar of Wyrm?
Sheela = In chunks in an alley, old news
Art
Marrick = incap
Tubbs = -2 Injured]
[Tubbs - oh shit, how bout if I... ROAR OF THE WYRM and run away? ]
[Strikes with Valor] [Giving chase to Tubbs -- RUN FAT BOY RUN
Action: Claw Tubbs there and make him my chew toy]
[Boy] [Reflexive: Call for help. "Bones to Dust is injured. I need someone to heal her!"
Action: Int + medicine to stabilize Marrick.]
[Squash] [Dog = Break off a piece of Wyrmbreaker! BITE!]
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker is a Shadow Lord of old, old blood. It shows in all forms -- in the sharp, wide cheekbones of his homid form, the deep chest and wide stance of his lupus; in the steel-cutting blue of his eyes. But in these feral forms, these furred and deadly warforms, his breeding is most clearly evident. His pelt is deepest black, thick and coarse. He's massive across the shoulders, unpretty, hulking, monstrous. His rage burns like a lightning storm, crackling and hot.
Brother of the Lost calls for succor. Wyrmbreaker only has time for a few words, if the snarls and growls that come out of his bloody bloody mouth count as words:
"I have talens. But we finish the battle first."
And the darkness lifts. The Shadow Lord's blind, staring eyes fix on the opponent, which he sees now for the first time. It's a fucking dog. Wyrmbreaker gives a single, chuffing, roaring bark, and snaps his teeth after its fleeing hindleg.
And again, to break its hip.
And again, to crush its spine.
And again, to tear its fucking head off.
(I think I'll save that last rage tyvm.
4-way split!
1a. hamstring the critter
b. chomp!
c. chompity!
d. chomp!)
[Wyrmbreaker] (duhhh. it's not running.
1a. is also now a bite.)
[Wyrmbreaker] 1a. -4 dice.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +5, part 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] b. -5
HAIL!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +3, HAIL!)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] c. -6
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] (le botch!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (d. -7, WP!
HAIL!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +2
IN KAHSEENO'S NAME!)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Squash] [Dog, bitten bitten bitten Haha you bit your -dead.]
[Boy] [Int+Medicine]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Squash] Strikes with Valor
(Clawing Action!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
Strikes with Valor
(Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Squash] [Tubby changes action to - falling down and yowling]
[Squash] *Brother of the lost runs from the darkness, a limp blond cradled protectively in the furred arms of his warform. He cries in the gutteral tones of High Speak for Healing, and Wyrmbreaker responds. Wyrmbreaker is a flash of ebony fur, massive jaws of his dire wolf form chewing on an infected doberman like it were a piece of vile oozing taffy. He gets a little overzelous in his blood lust, nipping his own tongue, and crunches hard on the thrashing canine in revenge. The dog is tossed to the side with a wet smack on pavement. Boy crouches down the street, ensuring his packmate, his sister, is stable, as Strikes with Valor swipes a wobbling fleeing fat man off his feet in a spray of blood and rank ichor. Tubby hits the concrete with a flabby thump, groaning and flailing his arms as though trying to roll upright.*
[Consider yourself out of combat.]
[Strikes with Valor] [Spending 1 Gnosis!
MT on Marrick. HEAL PLZ.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Strikes with Valor] [Annnnnd again! ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Strikes with Valor] [And once more. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Wyrmbreaker] And now the street is surreally quiet after the snaps, the snarls, the screams and the screeches of combat fall away into nothing.
Wyrmbreaker's sides heave with exertion. His eyes burn with the last of his rage, and his jaws are wet, literally dripping with blood and saliva and whatever vile pus had leaked out of the dog. His fur is sticky and wet all down his throat, half his chest. When he braces his forepaws and shakes, fluids fly off in great glistening arcs, splattering on the alley walls.
Then he's moving, pacing toward Boy and Marrick; shifting as he goes, changing from beast to monster to hulk to man. Or something like a man, anyway. Fur recedes; fabric, dedicated clothing, replaces it on his body. It only makes him look more savage. His outerwear is entirely shredded away in the sudden shift. He's down to a white undershirt, grey underwear. The lower half of his face is entirely red, red all down his jaw; the rest of him, his face and his arms, are splattered in blood. Blood is soaking slowly through his shirt from the inside out, appearing in dark red blotches on pristine white cotton.
He crouches by the Fury and her brother, but he doesn't touch them. The Child of Gaia is reaching forward with his healing hands. The glow on Strikes with Valor's hands reflects eerily off his face, glimmers in his eyes, blue within blue.
Those eyes flick to Boy, pale and clear.
"What happened?"
[Wyrmbreaker] (blargh! DLP! adding a bit!)
[Squash] [let it be known.. there is a sawed off shotgun in the front passenger seat. just no one ..got to it. hehe.]
[Squash] [[out!!!]]
[Wyrmbreaker] And now the street is surreally quiet after the snaps, the snarls, the screams and the screeches of combat fall away into nothing.
Wyrmbreaker's sides heave with exertion. His eyes burn with the last of his rage, and his jaws are wet, literally dripping with blood and saliva and whatever vile pus had leaked out of the dog. His fur is sticky and wet all down his throat, half his chest.
All that remains is the piteous mewling of the sole remaining fomor, rolling around the ground. Wyrmbreaker approaches him; not angry, not eager. Deliberate. "Go," he whuffs softly to Strikes with Valor. "Heal Bones-to-Dust."
He lowers his head. Almost gently, the Shadow Lord takes the fomor's skull in his jaws. There's no glorious snap of his jaws. No leaping attack. The great muscles of his jaws flex, and his teeth simply close.
After, he braces his forepaws and shakes. Fluids fly off in great glistening arcs, splattering on the alley walls.
Then he's moving, pacing toward Boy and Marrick; shifting as he goes, changing from beast to monster to hulk to man. Or something like a man, anyway. Fur recedes; fabric, dedicated clothing, replaces it on his body. It only makes him look more savage. His outerwear is entirely shredded away in the sudden shift. He's down to a white undershirt, grey underwear. The lower half of his face is entirely red, red all down his jaw; the rest of him, his face and his arms, are splattered in blood. Blood is soaking slowly through his shirt from the inside out, appearing in dark red blotches on pristine white cotton.
He crouches by the Fury and her brother, but he doesn't touch them. The Child of Gaia is reaching forward with his healing hands. The glow on Strikes with Valor's hands reflects eerily off his face, glimmers in his eyes, blue within blue.
Those eyes flick to Boy, pale and clear.
"What happened?"
[Boy] "They surprised us. They were passing through maybe, and the car broke down. I offered to help one minute, and the next minute they drew weapons. We tried to lure them away to somewhere less noticeable but..."
He looked over at the patch of munched gore that was once the girl with the fencing foil.
"The girl was too quick. She had some kind of sword with her and ran Marrick through. Twice. She was just...too quick."
Boy's melts slowly beck into his homid form and he stands over his siter, extending a hand down to her to help her up onto her feet.
"Not exactly what we had planned for the evening, huh?"
Once Marrick is up, he turns to the other two, extending hands in turn.
"As for you two...thanks. Wyrmbreaker-Rhya. And..."
The end of that sentence apparantly involved a look of non recognition in Arthur's direction.
[Strikes with Valor] The massive Crinos Child of Gaia proves that his tribe's warriors are not to be mocked for their bravery in the field of combat. Arthur Morgan might have been a blushing, awkward teenage boy at times -- but here, and now -- he is just as ferocious as the Fostern he fights beside. His claws, razor sharp weapons, meet the flesh of the fleeing fat man and slide through him like knives through butter. Blood and gore fly, and the man goes down.
And he goes down hard, the snarling Werewolf following him down and setting a heavy paw on his sternum, lowering a slathering mouth toward his neck. He stops short of ending the man in favor of snapping his teeth at him and leaving that honor to Wyrmbreaker -- Arthur instead turns his attention toward the fallen Fury Ahroun -- shifting forms until the figure that finally kneels beside her and puts his hands to her body is nothing more than a boy.
Eighteen at most, and covered in splatters of blood, his dark hair matted and dirty and his attention solely focused on the woman beneath his hands. It doesn't take long and Marrick is fully restored as if she'd never been taken down at all.
Strikes with Valor sits back on his kneels, momentarily winded from the healing.
He rises after a beat; a tall kid with bright, inquisitive eyes dressed in torn jeans and a white wife-beater, sneakers on his feet with untied laces. "Strikes with Valor, Cliath Full Moon of the Children." The kid's got a full blown accent, Louisiana by the manner he drawls out those syllables.
[Marrick] Instinct.
Instinct dictated that, should she get up, she get up quickly. That something had taken her down, and that she was up and moving for some reason. She inhaled sharply, and started to get to her feet before she finally realized that the battle was over. That things had resolved, that she was alive, that Boy was alive. These two-
Those two weren't there the last time she was conscious.
The recap of what Boy was saying was as much for the now-standing Fury's benefit as Lukas'.She stopped bleeding, yes. It didn't mean that she stopped being a bloody mess, but she did stop bleeding. Fingertips traveled to her abdomen, graced the spot where something had driven straight through her; she had a new scar. She would be proud of those, later. The first scars of a new home.
"Strikes with Valor, Wyrmbreaker-rhya, we 'ppreciate it. We owe y'all one," she said. Well, at least she did. That's for certain.
Funny, because when she said she appreciated something, she seemed to mean it. Marrick wasn't good at being anything other than genuine.
[Wyrmbreaker] As the others stand, so does Wyrmbreaker. When Boy offers his hand, he takes it unhesitatingly, gripping at the wrist rather than the palm.
But he maintains his grasp for an extra few seconds. Long enough to say, "Sometimes it's best to do what you must and leave the preservation of the Veil to Delirium and our kin."
Lukas's hand leaves a red smear on Boy's forearm when he lets go. A silence, thoughtful, as he regards Marrick.
Then, "Battle prowess is not everything, even for our moon. But it does matter. If you cannot defend your position, someone will take it. And if your pack cannot defend its own land, someone will take that too."
A pause. Then he adds, "If you need training or a sparring partner that won't spread tales, you know where I live."
[Strikes with Valor] (Rite of Cleansing for the record)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Boy] His jaws flex slightly when Lukas holds on to him and offers his advice. But that was the only reaction that seemed to get. That, and a single nod, before finally letting go. (or being released.)
That same nod was given to Strikes with Valor, and then to Marrick.
"We should go."
[Boy] (Boy adds his hand to the Rite of Cleansing)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Strikes with Valor] (...add a little more.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (fucking lollerskaterz.)
[Strikes with Valor] (BITCH YOU WILL COOPERATE.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Boy] ((Hahahahaha! Stop attracting the Wyrm!))
[Wyrmbreaker] (AHAAHAHAHAHHAHAA)
[Boy] Trying again, one last time, this time with WP
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Strikes with Valor] (....!!!!! That's it, I'm going home. Screw you guys and your stupid Wyrmtaint.)
[Boy] ((Jesus...)
[Strikes with Valor] (I can only do this once more before I cry.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
