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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:36
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Hmmm... I probably shouldn't assist players, but I think I can direct them to info. That, and of course Bob's grim chances of victory have gotten even grimmer.
In response to PM:
All I'll say for now is that Gladiator is both a matter of crunching numbers and psychology. In effect, you have to know what to look for to be able to read your opponent. I would suggest you look back at Glad IV (you should've done that before, if you haven't) as there are some examples given on how to do so. They aren't spelled out in black and white, but they're there.
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but if you use 30 points for defence (armour value added) and the opponent musters together 31 points of attack (weapon value added), those points spent in defence are, well, useless? |
Yes and no. It is true that those 30 points will have no effect on the damage results... BUT... you also know beforehand how much your opponent can do to you IF he should hit, and you can figure that into your calculations when determining how much damage you can take.
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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:36
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Blood.
The sands of the battlefield were bathed in blood. Bob had been fighting his fears since the beginning of the match, but now it was too much for him to bear. He felt an inner struggle brewing: which course of action should he take? To give in to fear, to let it overwhelm him, and accept death? Or to harness it, mold to his needs, and use it as a weapon against his foe?
The Doctor approached his target slowly. The man on the ground in front of him looked to be too far gone; the dull, expressionless eyes showed that telltale sign he’d seen many times before- the eyes of a man who knows he is about to die. His own face carried a mask of disappointment. “Never give up, even when death is all but certain.” He sighed resignedly, and slowly lifted his shield for the coup-de-grace. The crowd, of course, noticed none of this, thinking the Doc’s slowness in delivering the killing blow was meant for the entertainment of the spectators. They continued in their clamors for more fighting, more blood, and more death.
Suddenly Bob threw his head back and started laughing. Those eyes, in which but a moment before looked ready to die, now held a fey expression in them. “I may die this day, dear Doctor,” exclaimed Bob, “but I’m taking you with me!” He grabbed the gladius and hurled it with incredible speed toward the Doctor, who recovered in just the nick of time to deflect the blow off his shield.
In an instant Bob tore off his sleeve, and with a hasty bind of his left arm, took off running. In fact his speed was so blinding the Doctor had trouble following his movements. The Doctor sped off running, in order to not present his foe with an opportune strike. He then circled back, the mask of disillusionment having vanished, with a fierce look of unbridled joy replacing it. The two warriors approached each other.
“Better!” the Doctor shouted, as they met in the center of the arena. Bob’s sword sang, while the Doctor’s shield slashed in a deadly arc: the two clashed amidst a shower of sparks, with both disengaging unhurt.
In an unprecedented move, the Doctor threw his shield at the still moving Bob, and it struck home. It imbedded itself in his side as it hurled him the remaining length of the field, shattering bone, spilling blood, and wrenching his innards as he impacted on the sands, and lay still. The Doctor sped over to his enemy and saw that, wounded as he was, he was not yet dead- a small spark of life held within him.
“Much better.”
The Doctor took no damage and remains at 73. Bob lost 13 hit points and has but 2 remaining.
Round 7 (final?) awaits!
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Theben
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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:36
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The Doctor studied his fallen adversary for some time. By the actions of the audience they obviously assumed he was dead, still chanting, “Doc, Doc, Doc…” combined with jubilant undulation. The Doctor knew better, as did the other gladiators watching. Though Bob was still not moving, his chest rose and fell softly… a shallow, hoarse breathing quietly escaped his mouth, accompanied by pinkish bubbles of foam. He also noted that although Bob had lost most of his weaponry, his sword still remained, under his body and close enough to wield if need be.
After several minutes of observation, the Doctor decided that Bob was indeed unconscious and posed no threat. He went to extract his weapon from Bob’s body.
spoiler(highlight to read):
With some effort, the Doctor freed his shield from the torso of his rival. In an instant, Bob leapt forward- eyes ablaze, teeth bared, with a feral aura permeating from him. The Doctor was so shocked by the suddenness of the maneuver he failed to raise a defense in time, and the sword struck home, burying itself deep in the chest of the Doctor, the blade sliding between the bones in the ribcage. An audible gasp arose from the audience, whose clamor of excitement was instantly extinguished.
It took an instant for the Doctor to recognize that, despite the nature of the wound, he was not badly hurt- by luck or fate no organs were damaged by the attack. He turned his attention back to Bob, readying himself for a counterstroke, when he again caught the gaze of his enemy, and saw nothing there. When he extricated his shield from his opponent he had pushed Bob’s body over the threshold and Bob died at that moment.
“A wolf to the end,” he whispered. “Well done.”
At these words, Bob’s body seemed to relax; his grip on the weapon loosened, and finally went free, as he tumbled backwards into the dust, and moved no more.
The spectators were still stunned into silence when the Doctor pulled forth the sword and held both it and his shield aloft. The cry again came forth, cheers and accolades heaped from above. The Doctor beamed with pride, but for him or for the fallen gladiator next to him, none could say.
The Doctor takes 4 hps and ends with 69. Bob takes 2 hps and is dead.
Congratulations to the Doctor, who goes on to the finals.
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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:36
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