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Re: Takimaru Test Thread
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While Axodd was still making something of an attempt to put up a fight, it was... meager, to say the least, and the white-haired beauty's solid grip was not to be moved by the spastically flailing thug. He tried in vain to kick, claw, and squirm his way out of her grasp, but to Isolda and her prodigious strength, the arrogant gangster may as well have been a child with how utterly pathetic his struggles were. It would have even been quite amusing, enough so to stop and chuckle at, had his imposing partner not made an attempt to cleave Isolda in two with lethal force. Judging from the way he decimated the bar beside her, this 'Gursh's strength matched his size and then some. Unfortunately for him, his movements were far too transparent for the apt student of the greatsword. Whether it was due to Sorio's body blow or thanks to the Voidic woman's reflexes, Gursh simply could not move away in time to dodge or intercept Isolda's powerful downward stroke. He did manage to weave his head out of the way, but the follow-through, combined with the sheer force of the cut, took him from shoulder to hip in a single motion, and the unfortunate brute collapsed onto the floor in two separate pieces. Blood from the fallen opponent sprayed onto the swordswoman's face, with some making it onto her partners, drawing disgusted looks from some of the bar's audience.
The boxer simply looked down at the larger man's remains, wordlessly, then glanced over at Isolda before looking to Renan, who could only gawk for a moment or two in utter shock before picking up his jaw. "Oh... a-ah, v... very nice, Isolda!"
"G... GURKSSHH!" Axodd's face was red now, as he tried to gasp for air or speak, provided Isolda would actually allow him to do so. "Y... Y-You'll regret this... once the boss finds out, and he w-will... you're dead! No, you'll be his personal fuckpig! Huwwwnnnggghh... guh!"
Status:
Isolda: HP = 91, PP = 41, EP = 36, Status = Aspect of Spirit activated
Also... yes. The potion bottle is, indeed, glass.
Also... yes. The potion bottle is, indeed, glass.
Rolls:
Grapple check, Isolda vs Axodd: Success
Attack roll, Isolda vs Gursh: Auto-hit (his Dodge is 39... ahehe). Success
Damage:
(Isolda rolled a 12, 4) + 45 = 61. He's... he's dead. Overkilled dead.
Attack roll, Isolda vs Gursh: Auto-hit (his Dodge is 39... ahehe). Success
Damage:
(Isolda rolled a 12, 4) + 45 = 61. He's... he's dead. Overkilled dead.
While Axodd was still making something of an attempt to put up a fight, it was... meager, to say the least, and the white-haired beauty's solid grip was not to be moved by the spastically flailing thug. He tried in vain to kick, claw, and squirm his way out of her grasp, but to Isolda and her prodigious strength, the arrogant gangster may as well have been a child with how utterly pathetic his struggles were. It would have even been quite amusing, enough so to stop and chuckle at, had his imposing partner not made an attempt to cleave Isolda in two with lethal force. Judging from the way he decimated the bar beside her, this 'Gursh's strength matched his size and then some. Unfortunately for him, his movements were far too transparent for the apt student of the greatsword. Whether it was due to Sorio's body blow or thanks to the Voidic woman's reflexes, Gursh simply could not move away in time to dodge or intercept Isolda's powerful downward stroke. He did manage to weave his head out of the way, but the follow-through, combined with the sheer force of the cut, took him from shoulder to hip in a single motion, and the unfortunate brute collapsed onto the floor in two separate pieces. Blood from the fallen opponent sprayed onto the swordswoman's face, with some making it onto her partners, drawing disgusted looks from some of the bar's audience.
The boxer simply looked down at the larger man's remains, wordlessly, then glanced over at Isolda before looking to Renan, who could only gawk for a moment or two in utter shock before picking up his jaw. "Oh... a-ah, v... very nice, Isolda!"
"G... GURKSSHH!" Axodd's face was red now, as he tried to gasp for air or speak, provided Isolda would actually allow him to do so. "Y... Y-You'll regret this... once the boss finds out, and he w-will... you're dead! No, you'll be his personal fuckpig! Huwwwnnnggghh... guh!"