Attack: 17 Damage: 10, and his next attack against Baegoji has disadvantage
...before taking a step back. He wipes the blood off his mouth with his thumb. He begins to sing under his breath. "Deep in the roots she slumbers, As I am torn asunder..." He traces a symbol in the air with the blood, his own wounds closing entirely as he increases in volume. "The hunger ever stronger, Just let me taste my honor lost..."
It hits, and as he listens to the song, it can be clearly seen that John is on his last legs, the next two attacks are his only chance at victory, and honestly, he couldn’t be happier about it. To hit:920 Damage:1417 Smite damage:84
He blocks the first attack with his arm, only to be struck across the chest immediately after, sending him staggering back. He's back to bleeding significantly, but not as badly as before. "Damn. Good thing I still got some healing prepared." He lunges forward and slams into John, raking the paladin's side with his razor-sharp teeth.
Attack: 11 Damage: 7
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Attack: 17 Damage: 10, and his next attack against Baegoji has disadvantage
...before taking a step back. He wipes the blood off his mouth with his thumb. He begins to sing under his breath. "Deep in the roots she slumbers, As I am torn asunder..." He traces a symbol in the air with the blood, his own wounds closing entirely as he increases in volume. "The hunger ever stronger, Just let me taste my honor lost..."
It hits, and as he listens to the song, it can be clearly seen that John is on his last legs, the next two attacks are his only chance at victory, and honestly, he couldn’t be happier about it. To hit:920 Damage:1417 Smite damage:84
He blocks the first attack with his arm, only to be struck across the chest immediately after, sending him staggering back. He's back to bleeding significantly, but not as badly as before. "Damn. Good thing I still got some healing prepared." He lunges forward and slams into John, raking the paladin's side with his razor-sharp teeth.
Attack: 19 Damage: 11
He isn’t able to stand much longer as blood leaks from his numerous wounds. He sticks his blade into the ground to hold himself up, coughing up blood before putting his hand to his chest, and healing 30 hp, “I feel like that’s a good place to end, unless you want to continue?” He stands tall as his wounds close.
He blocks the first attack with his arm, only to be struck across the chest immediately after, sending him staggering back. He's back to bleeding significantly, but not as badly as before. "Damn. Good thing I still got some healing prepared." He lunges forward and slams into John, raking the paladin's side with his razor-sharp teeth.
Attack: 19 Damage: 11
He isn’t able to stand much longer as blood leaks from his numerous wounds. He sticks his blade into the ground to hold himself up, coughing up blood before putting his hand to his chest, and healing 30 hp, “I feel like that’s a good place to end, unless you want to continue?” He stands tall as his wounds close.
The short fox becomes a short man once more, straightening his glasses. "I dunno. Oris, your opinion?" He holds up a hand, and the smoke appears in it. A friendly meow emanates from it. "Looks like they're jealous. We'll fight again some other time. If you can nearly end us in six seconds flat, you are definitely an equal in my book. Never been hit that hard by a human before."
He chuckles and grins before kneeling down, drawing a circle in the spilled blood. "It'll take a bit to bring him back. In the meantime, I'm Baegoji. I was a general a couple hundred-odd years back. You?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He blocks the first attack with his arm, only to be struck across the chest immediately after, sending him staggering back. He's back to bleeding significantly, but not as badly as before. "Damn. Good thing I still got some healing prepared." He lunges forward and slams into John, raking the paladin's side with his razor-sharp teeth.
Attack: 19 Damage: 11
He isn’t able to stand much longer as blood leaks from his numerous wounds. He sticks his blade into the ground to hold himself up, coughing up blood before putting his hand to his chest, and healing 30 hp, “I feel like that’s a good place to end, unless you want to continue?” He stands tall as his wounds close.
The short fox becomes a short man once more, straightening his glasses. "I dunno. Oris, your opinion?" He holds up a hand, and the smoke appears in it. A friendly meow emanates from it. "Looks like they're jealous. We'll fight again some other time. If you can nearly end us in six seconds flat, you are definitely an equal in my book. Never been hit that hard by a human before."
He chuckles and grins before kneeling down, drawing a circle in the spilled blood. "It'll take a bit to bring him back. In the meantime, I'm Baegoji. I was a general a couple hundred-odd years back. You?"
“My name is John Dungeon, I used to be a crusader, I’ve become an adventurer once the crusades ended.” He kneels next to his blade as not to collapse from the effort of holding himself up, grinning “That explains why you were such a challenge, you and Oris are both mighty, I must admit, and I’m impressed by that. I am happy to be your equal in consideration.”
*Cut for Salem. Hmm, how about someone who needs a massage.*
Merabelle notices the clinic, and decides to be the first one to check it out, knocking politely on the door, curious.
“Research on how to make more creatures like Nine.” Nine meows aggressively, to which Paracelsus laughs, “Yes, there is no creature like you Nine, sorry.”
He does put them down, lying down on the ground and looking to see the sun set, and the stars begin to appear.
*Cut for Salem. Hmm, how about someone who needs a massage.*
Merabelle notices the clinic, and decides to be the first one to check it out, knocking politely on the door, curious.
“Research on how to make more creatures like Nine.” Nine meows aggressively, to which Paracelsus laughs, “Yes, there is no creature like you Nine, sorry.”
He does put them down, lying down on the ground and looking to see the sun set, and the stars begin to appear.
The door opens with a bell ring, and behind a desk sits Dew. In the main room, there's a water cooler, a magazine rack, a table and chairs surrounding it. "Hello! Welcome in."
"Nine is unique, how dare you!" he laughs as well. "Why?"
She sits next to him, a paw on his chest as she takes in the view. "So amazing.."
She looks over to them, smiling broadly and revealing her fangs. She looks over for a chair that may be her size, “This is a massage clinic? Thank ya fer givin’ the chance.”
“I am still trying to become a better doctor, and being able to cure death perfectly would help.” Nine hops into Robin’s lap.
He sighs, smiling at the beautiful sky, “It’s something I could never hope to forget, this is a moment I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.” He vows.
The short fox becomes a short man once more, straightening his glasses. "I dunno. Oris, your opinion?" He holds up a hand, and the smoke appears in it. A friendly meow emanates from it. "Looks like they're jealous. We'll fight again some other time. If you can nearly end us in six seconds flat, you are definitely an equal in my book. Never been hit that hard by a human before."
He chuckles and grins before kneeling down, drawing a circle in the spilled blood. "It'll take a bit to bring him back. In the meantime, I'm Baegoji. I was a general a couple hundred-odd years back. You?"
“My name is John Dungeon, I used to be a crusader, I’ve become an adventurer once the crusades ended.” He kneels next to his blade as not to collapse from the effort of holding himself up, grinning “That explains why you were such a challenge, you and Oris are both mighty, I must admit, and I’m impressed by that. I am happy to be your equal in consideration.”
"Heh. I've grown rusty in my centuries without actual combat. Not that you aren't a worthy opponent, but if I were in my prime I might have been able to perform as well as I did today even if you used your healing in the fight. Assuming you don't have even more tricks, that is. I used almost all of mine." He draws a cat face in the circle.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The short fox becomes a short man once more, straightening his glasses. "I dunno. Oris, your opinion?" He holds up a hand, and the smoke appears in it. A friendly meow emanates from it. "Looks like they're jealous. We'll fight again some other time. If you can nearly end us in six seconds flat, you are definitely an equal in my book. Never been hit that hard by a human before."
He chuckles and grins before kneeling down, drawing a circle in the spilled blood. "It'll take a bit to bring him back. In the meantime, I'm Baegoji. I was a general a couple hundred-odd years back. You?"
“My name is John Dungeon, I used to be a crusader, I’ve become an adventurer once the crusades ended.” He kneels next to his blade as not to collapse from the effort of holding himself up, grinning “That explains why you were such a challenge, you and Oris are both mighty, I must admit, and I’m impressed by that. I am happy to be your equal in consideration.”
"Heh. I've grown rusty in my centuries without actual combat. Not that you aren't a worthy opponent, but if I were in my prime I might have been able to perform as well as I did today even if you used your healing in the fight. Assuming you don't have even more tricks, that is. I used almost all of mine." He draws a cat face in the circle.
“If I didn’t plan on casting any spells for added power, I certainly am out of tricks, I apologize for destroying Oris, I do like them, they simply got in the way. Seeing you when you get all of your rust off will be a sight to behold, maybe next time we spar I’ll wear my armor.”
*Cut for Salem. Hmm, how about someone who needs a massage.*
Merabelle notices the clinic, and decides to be the first one to check it out, knocking politely on the door, curious.
“Research on how to make more creatures like Nine.” Nine meows aggressively, to which Paracelsus laughs, “Yes, there is no creature like you Nine, sorry.”
He does put them down, lying down on the ground and looking to see the sun set, and the stars begin to appear.
The door opens with a bell ring, and behind a desk sits Dew. In the main room, there's a water cooler, a magazine rack, a table and chairs surrounding it. "Hello! Welcome in."
"Nine is unique, how dare you!" he laughs as well. "Why?"
She sits next to him, a paw on his chest as she takes in the view. "So amazing.."
She looks over to them, smiling broadly and revealing her fangs. She looks over for a chair that may be her size, “This is a massage clinic? Thank ya fer givin’ the chance.”
“I am still trying to become a better doctor, and being able to cure death perfectly would help.” Nine hops into Robin’s lap.
He sighs, smiling at the beautiful sky, “It’s something I could never hope to forget, this is a moment I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.” He vows.
"Yes, ma'am." he smiles. "Oh, this is just the waiting room. I do the massages in a back room, for privacy."
"Well, that's a noble cause, I guess." he pets at Nine, smiling
"I could never forget this.. Thank you, my love." she points to a cloud. "That one looks like you."
She sits down in one of the chairs, leaning back, her neck popping “Thank ya, sweetheart, I’ll wait fer my turn then.”
Nine curls around their hand, not having any need bones or organs, simply twisting unnaturally, “It’s harder than it should be.”
He chuckles, leaning close to her, “I suppose it does, and that one is nearly as fluffy as you.” He says with a smile, pointing to another.
*Cut for Salem. Hmm, how about someone who needs a massage.*
Merabelle notices the clinic, and decides to be the first one to check it out, knocking politely on the door, curious.
“Research on how to make more creatures like Nine.” Nine meows aggressively, to which Paracelsus laughs, “Yes, there is no creature like you Nine, sorry.”
He does put them down, lying down on the ground and looking to see the sun set, and the stars begin to appear.
The door opens with a bell ring, and behind a desk sits Dew. In the main room, there's a water cooler, a magazine rack, a table and chairs surrounding it. "Hello! Welcome in."
"Nine is unique, how dare you!" he laughs as well. "Why?"
She sits next to him, a paw on his chest as she takes in the view. "So amazing.."
She looks over to them, smiling broadly and revealing her fangs. She looks over for a chair that may be her size, “This is a massage clinic? Thank ya fer givin’ the chance.”
“I am still trying to become a better doctor, and being able to cure death perfectly would help.” Nine hops into Robin’s lap.
He sighs, smiling at the beautiful sky, “It’s something I could never hope to forget, this is a moment I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.” He vows.
"Yes, ma'am." he smiles. "Oh, this is just the waiting room. I do the massages in a back room, for privacy."
"Well, that's a noble cause, I guess." he pets at Nine, smiling
"I could never forget this.. Thank you, my love." she points to a cloud. "That one looks like you."
She sits down in one of the chairs, leaning back, her neck popping “Thank ya, sweetheart, I’ll wait fer my turn then.”
Nine curls around their hand, not having any need bones or organs, simply twisting unnaturally, “It’s harder than it should be.”
He chuckles, leaning close to her, “I suppose it does, and that one is nearly as fluffy as you.” He says with a smile, pointing to another.
He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't have anybody else, it is your turn.."
"How so?" he asks, inspecting Nine
"Indeed. Hmm, hold on." gusts of wind shape the cloud doppelgangers to a more accurate representation and bring them closer together.
She gets up from the chair, her back cracking as she groans “Good, I didn’t feel like waitin’.” She follow where they lead.
“For some reason, I just can’t do what I did with Nine. It’s strange.”
He hugs them as tight as he possibly could, “You mean… everything to me, thank you for being what I didn’t know I needed.” He says with a bright smile.
"Heh. I've grown rusty in my centuries without actual combat. Not that you aren't a worthy opponent, but if I were in my prime I might have been able to perform as well as I did today even if you used your healing in the fight. Assuming you don't have even more tricks, that is. I used almost all of mine." He draws a cat face in the circle.
“If I didn’t plan on casting any spells for added power, I certainly am out of tricks, I apologize for destroying Oris, I do like them, they simply got in the way. Seeing you when you get all of your rust off will be a sight to behold, maybe next time we spar I’ll wear my armor.”
"Ha! Give me two, three months before we fight again. Even with my remarkable recovery skills, my ego is still eggshell-thin. If I hadn't stooped to using my teeth, you would have walloped me. Without Oris, I'm hardly a decent fighter. Really, they won the fight for me, not the other way around."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Heh. I've grown rusty in my centuries without actual combat. Not that you aren't a worthy opponent, but if I were in my prime I might have been able to perform as well as I did today even if you used your healing in the fight. Assuming you don't have even more tricks, that is. I used almost all of mine." He draws a cat face in the circle.
“If I didn’t plan on casting any spells for added power, I certainly am out of tricks, I apologize for destroying Oris, I do like them, they simply got in the way. Seeing you when you get all of your rust off will be a sight to behold, maybe next time we spar I’ll wear my armor.”
"Ha! Give me two, three months before we fight again. Even with my remarkable recovery skills, my ego is still eggshell-thin. If I hadn't stooped to using my teeth, you would have walloped me. Without Oris, I'm hardly a decent fighter. Really, they won the fight for me, not the other way around."
“It doesn’t matter what got you the win, as long as you get it. I think Oris deserves a treat for getting you a victory against an opponent you would have lost to otherwise, but maybe I’m wrong.” He goes back to standing, rolling his shoulders, “I should go soon, get some rest.”
"Ha! Give me two, three months before we fight again. Even with my remarkable recovery skills, my ego is still eggshell-thin. If I hadn't stooped to using my teeth, you would have walloped me. Without Oris, I'm hardly a decent fighter. Really, they won the fight for me, not the other way around."
“It doesn’t matter what got you the win, as long as you get it. I think Oris deserves a treat for getting you a victory against an opponent you would have lost to otherwise, but maybe I’m wrong.” He goes back to standing, rolling his shoulders, “I should go soon, get some rest.”
"Of course. But I will say that not everything is worth it to win a fight." He continues his ritual, etching symbols into the ground around the circle and putting the handful of smoke in.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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He blocks the first attack with his arm, only to be struck across the chest immediately after, sending him staggering back. He's back to bleeding significantly, but not as badly as before. "Damn. Good thing I still got some healing prepared." He lunges forward and slams into John, raking the paladin's side with his razor-sharp teeth.
Attack: 11 Damage: 7
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He isn’t able to stand much longer as blood leaks from his numerous wounds. He sticks his blade into the ground to hold himself up, coughing up blood before putting his hand to his chest, and healing 30 hp, “I feel like that’s a good place to end, unless you want to continue?” He stands tall as his wounds close.
*Want anyone else, lord Salem?*
“Good, I’ll make sure to do it again whenever you like.” She rolls back to her desk, eating some shrooms and working.
He chuckles, kissing her, “It’s been over for a bit, dear. Do you want me to put you down now?”
The short fox becomes a short man once more, straightening his glasses. "I dunno. Oris, your opinion?" He holds up a hand, and the smoke appears in it. A friendly meow emanates from it. "Looks like they're jealous. We'll fight again some other time. If you can nearly end us in six seconds flat, you are definitely an equal in my book. Never been hit that hard by a human before."
He chuckles and grins before kneeling down, drawing a circle in the spilled blood. "It'll take a bit to bring him back. In the meantime, I'm Baegoji. I was a general a couple hundred-odd years back. You?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“My name is John Dungeon, I used to be a crusader, I’ve become an adventurer once the crusades ended.” He kneels next to his blade as not to collapse from the effort of holding himself up, grinning “That explains why you were such a challenge, you and Oris are both mighty, I must admit, and I’m impressed by that. I am happy to be your equal in consideration.”
*Cut for Salem. Hmm, how about someone who needs a massage.*
Merabelle notices the clinic, and decides to be the first one to check it out, knocking politely on the door, curious.
“Research on how to make more creatures like Nine.” Nine meows aggressively, to which Paracelsus laughs, “Yes, there is no creature like you Nine, sorry.”
He does put them down, lying down on the ground and looking to see the sun set, and the stars begin to appear.
She looks over to them, smiling broadly and revealing her fangs. She looks over for a chair that may be her size, “This is a massage clinic? Thank ya fer givin’ the chance.”
“I am still trying to become a better doctor, and being able to cure death perfectly would help.” Nine hops into Robin’s lap.
He sighs, smiling at the beautiful sky, “It’s something I could never hope to forget, this is a moment I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.” He vows.
"Heh. I've grown rusty in my centuries without actual combat. Not that you aren't a worthy opponent, but if I were in my prime I might have been able to perform as well as I did today even if you used your healing in the fight. Assuming you don't have even more tricks, that is. I used almost all of mine." He draws a cat face in the circle.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“If I didn’t plan on casting any spells for added power, I certainly am out of tricks, I apologize for destroying Oris, I do like them, they simply got in the way. Seeing you when you get all of your rust off will be a sight to behold, maybe next time we spar I’ll wear my armor.”
She sits down in one of the chairs, leaning back, her neck popping “Thank ya, sweetheart, I’ll wait fer my turn then.”
Nine curls around their hand, not having any need bones or organs, simply twisting unnaturally, “It’s harder than it should be.”
He chuckles, leaning close to her, “I suppose it does, and that one is nearly as fluffy as you.” He says with a smile, pointing to another.
She gets up from the chair, her back cracking as she groans “Good, I didn’t feel like waitin’.” She follow where they lead.
“For some reason, I just can’t do what I did with Nine. It’s strange.”
He hugs them as tight as he possibly could, “You mean… everything to me, thank you for being what I didn’t know I needed.” He says with a bright smile.
"Ha! Give me two, three months before we fight again. Even with my remarkable recovery skills, my ego is still eggshell-thin. If I hadn't stooped to using my teeth, you would have walloped me. Without Oris, I'm hardly a decent fighter. Really, they won the fight for me, not the other way around."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“It doesn’t matter what got you the win, as long as you get it. I think Oris deserves a treat for getting you a victory against an opponent you would have lost to otherwise, but maybe I’m wrong.” He goes back to standing, rolling his shoulders, “I should go soon, get some rest.”
"Of course. But I will say that not everything is worth it to win a fight." He continues his ritual, etching symbols into the ground around the circle and putting the handful of smoke in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.