Mags
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hmmm okay lemme see what I can do
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You manage to slide between metallic bits and slash him good in the elbow. Unfortunately, the thug doesn't seem to care and swings at Sleepers knees with a massive club.
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lol that's how I won Threnodite believe it or not aksdjflas It's a good thing that's on my reading list. I can make memes . . . what you thinking?
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Yay! That's good cause I already have a good idea for the next Sharp lol
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Here, at the back of the thugs leg, it was fleshy enough to cut. However the thug stumbled back at the slice and landed on top of Galdron. He was unnaturally heavy. The thug hulks after him, throwing the now grey table at Arranis to try and knock him down.
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Po scrambled back from the fight to catch his breath as she focused on Kaza.
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Oh no . . . I will always play a Sharp for hg, that's too much of a tradition for me to stop now lol. I'm pretty sure the gm's will let me play one as long as it's a completely new character.
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Your good! I'm sure you guys have a good reason!
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Welp okay then!
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Well . . . not a new person for sure, he mostly just does stuff in the districts which was quite a bit of fun during Smedry. If not could we just say he goes off and lives his own life or whatever but no more rping with him? I can understand wanting a fresh start with characters or maybe some new lore makes old characters obsolete, but using characters from games in the background or vice versa (as well as making my characters connected) has been a really fun part of the games for me. Either way, I understand the need for changes and I'm perfectly okay with making new characters.
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It bounces off, once again with a metallic sound. The thugs all lurch to a stop, some falling to the ground, others freezing like statues. The door burst open, and more caped thugs trailed in, this time twice as many as before. The small inn's dining room was now extremely crowded. Kurtis jumped behind the bat looking for some immediate cover as a thug with a crossbow started firing into the chaos. "I dislike this . . ." He mumbled.
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Can I keep my no-longer-involved-in-immediate-plot characters like Sharp'i? I'm attached to my depressed little idiot.
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Po rolls to the side as he sees her lunge at him, hoping to avoid the brunt of her attack.
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Po had been crouching low to the ground, so when she pulled on his leg, he didn't fall far. He wrenched his knife sideways trying to deepen the wound he'd made.
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It makes a shallow slice on his forehead as he dodges back. He twists around to stab her in the side as she moves behind him.
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The man stumbles back and recovers inhumanly fast. His sword comes crashing down onto Sleeper again. A shorter thug moves up to him, swinging an axe at his head. The thugs movements are heavy and slow, but powerful. It's bounces off of his chest with another CLANG, barely piercing his skin. This one is slightly faster than the others, and moves to Sleepers side, stabbing with his own knife. Kurtis gawks at him. A dragon decedent? Weren't those all taken care of these days? He shook away his shock, and turned back to the thug he was facing. There was no time to think about it now. His sword also hits this man with a loud metallic sound, being deflected. For all they could tell, the men were made of metal. This thug doesn't stumble after being hit, his feet planted firmly, he swings at Arranis.
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He manages to pull some scrap of strength together to roll out of the way, but his movements are too slow to completely dodge it. The knife slams into his right (no arm) shoulder instead of his chest. Po gasps loudly as the knife slices into him. The pain in his shoulder . . . the pain in his chest . . . the pain of his missing arm. It all faded into one, and somehow, faded away. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was shock but either way, Po felt himself go numb. He couldn't lie down and die yet even though he was tired . . . there was more left for him to do. Po didn't feel it as the knife was pulled out of her shoulder. He struggled for a moment, feeling around for his own knife, and then finally gripping it with a hand slick with blood. The numbness grew as he forced himself upright, shifting clumsily into a crouch. With a deep breath, he shoved his knife into a stab at Janes leg, who was still directly in front of him. @Lotus Blossom
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Po felt like he was sinking in an odd way . . . he was so light headed.
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"I . . ." His vision was blurring again. He was so tired.
