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Theben
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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:36
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Bob wanders out into the middle of the arena and stares across the way at the Doctor, who is busy scratching some formulas in the sand with a stick (Bob’s former crossbow bolt, actually) and writing the results on the back of his shield with chalk. “Will you hurry it up!?” shouts Bob, the frustration of waiting clearly building on his face.
“Just one more moment, old chap,” returns the Doc. “You know my 1st love is academics. I think I’ve finally gotten a working formula regarding this ‘gravity’ notion. I just need to finish transcribing the info…”
Theben watches as the last of the sand runs out of the hourglass. “Time’s up!” he signals toward the brute, who smiles evilly and raises his mace. The Doctor, sensing danger, lifts his shield over himself just as the blow falls on him. The mace hits squarely on the shield, but enough energy is transferred through to cause the Doctor some pain, and knock him on the ground.
“Just so you know, dear Doctor, he could’ve hit you a lot harder. If there’s a next time- for anyone- it WILL be a lot harder.”
When he stands up, he notices that he fell… right on top of his writing, which is now completely illegible. He looks inside his shield and notices that some sand had gotten up inside and messed up some of the formula- was that a 3 or a 5? Damnit!
Bob takes no damage this round, and the Doctor takes 1 hp, to fall to 81.
Send (hint, hint) for round 4.
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Theben
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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:36
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The Ram started to get annoyed with Spacius. “Will you quit your blubbering and fight?!” He took a quick swing at him, and connected with his shoulder. At that same moment, he felt a sharp, searing pain burst in his chest and rip out behind him. Staring down with a look of disbelief, he saw that Spacius’s sword had pierced him straight through his torso, exiting his back.
“You didn’t really fall for that old chestnut, now, did you?” gloated Spacius, with a complacent smirk on his face. He pulled his sword out, taking a meaty chunk with it. “Are you ready to die?”
The veteran warrior barreled straight forward. The Ram seemed uncertain what to do, except to brace for the attack. The crowd leaned forward, expectantly.
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With a bloodthirsty gleam in his eye, Spacius howled madly and swung at the Ram. The Ram’s eyes widened as he watched the blade arcing through the air, seeking to strike. He lifted his shield at the last moment and it absorbed the full fury of the blow, shattering it to pieces. It was not enough, as he felt a line drawn across his neck.
He reached up and grabbed his throat- just a scratch. Thank the Gods! Unbeknownst to him at that moment, he had unwittingly slashed at Spacius during the attack, drawing blood.
“Get the hell away from me!!” The Ram swung violently, connecting square in the jaw, knocking back his opponent. He was sweating hard now, death having looked him square in the eye.
Spacius was feeling worse for the wear as well, and seemed somewhat disappointed his foe wasn’t dead.
The Ram has taken 48 points of damage, with 48 hit points remaining. Spacius Maximus received 29 damage, to slip down to 60 hit points.
Someone’s death is approaching, but it is still close enough to be either player. Send for Round 5.
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