[SP-F2] <EaL> Bare Your Fangs, Boy [COMPLETE]

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49538: -- BD: 1 -- CD: 7 -- LD: 5 -- MD: 6 --

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((6-2EVA)) Miss!

Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 2/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Basic Attack: ((1)) CRITICAL MISS!!!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 2/4 -- HATE: 0 --

<<Earning A Living>>

Deep in the woods of the second floor, the sounds of combat swept through the trees. Growls of feral beasts joined into the fray and the roars of men answered back. Flashes of steel scattered the high noon sun throughout the leaves and branches, stirring birds into a frenzy. Breaking twigs set a precursor for dried leaves dashing to the wind as two figured did battle. A flash of white moved like water around a lunging toothed menace. Another grunt of effort sounded and a sword inlaid with the fang of an Alpha Dire Wolf swung wide. The enemy combatant leapt backward and prepared a pounce. It bared its teeth and to much similarity of the one set into the blade.

"Here, boy," Lycan growled, his stance low and boots firmly placed in the soil. "Let's not drag this out any longer than it has to be. We both know who's going to walk out of here."

The wolf replied with a ferocious snarl and leapt for an attack.

 

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
 ID# 49539: -- BD: 3 -- CD: 3 -- LD: 1 -- MD:2 -- 

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((2-2EVA)) MISS!

Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Basic Attack: ((3)) MISS!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 0 --

Lycan ducked and lunged forward, the beast soaring overhead. The wolf landed, and spun about. It was too late for the animal as the boy was already upon it. His sword rose up and crashed down. To much disapproval, Lycan did not feel the resistance on the blade's edge as he had hoped. The wolf managed to maneuver out of harm's way just in the nick of time. A few stray dog hairs caught on the wind as testament to the near miss.

Lycan grinned and stepped in for a second onslaught. 

Edited February 28, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49541: -- BD: 3 -- CD: 5 -- LD: 14 -- MD: 10 -- 

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((10-2EVA)) PERFECT CRITICAL HIT!!! -- (([6+2]-9MIT)) 1 DAMAGE!!!

Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Basic Attack: ((3)) MISS!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 0 -

Lycan lunged his blade for a piercing blow. To his surprise, the wolf seemed to have been waiting for such an aggressive move. It quickly coiled its body, lunged, and clamped its maw on Lycan's arm. The teen reeled, pulling his arm away in shock. The wolf had its blood and loosened its clasp to avoid meeting an untimely end. Lycan staggered back, clasping the glowing red teeth marks.

"You mongrel..." the swordsman hissed. He took his hand off the wound to find his Blood Wolves' Cloak had blunted the majority of the damage. Lycan slammed his fist against the wound to capitalize on the adrenaline from the pain. Then, he took up his straight sword in two hands, set a wide stance, and prepared for the wolf's follow up blow. 

 

Edited February 28, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49542: -- BD: 6 -- CD: 6 -- LD: 17 -- MD: 3 --

 

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((3-2EVA)) MISS! 

Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 1 --
Basic Attack: ((6)) HIT! -- ((4-2MIT)) 2 DAMAGE!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 6/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 1 -

As predicted, the animal took advantage of the stagger for a second blow. Lycan braced his blade lengthwise fir the attack. The wolf went airborne for the lunge, Lycan caught the clawed paw against the flat of his blade, used the momentum to sidestep into a spin. With all the inertia given by the attack, the teen snapped hie wrist out and crossed his steel the full length of the wolf.

With a howl and a whimper, the beast landed and limped to a stop. The length of its side now burning read with the sign of a hit. It turned to face its attacker and reminded the teen it wasn't out of this fight just yet.

Edited February 28, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49544: -- BD: 8 -- CD: 4 -- LD: 9 -- MD: 6 --

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 6/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((6-2EVA)) MISS! 

Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 2 --
Basic Attack: ((8)) HIT! -- ((4-2MIT)) 2 DAMAGE!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 4/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 2 -

 

Lycan gave no reprieve. Blade to the side, boots pounding the underbrush, Lycan charged the wolf headstrong. The gap closed and the boy gave a quick diagonal before the wolf could fully dodge. It leapt backwards, but still caught the tip of his blade across the muzzle and one of its two glowing red eyes. Another howl slipped from the beast.

Lycan held the stance for a moment, his fierce gaze piercing that of his cyclops foe. For a moment, Lycan almost saw the beast shudder with fear.

 

Edited February 28, 2016 by Lycan

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 Rollbot Engaged!!!
ID# 49598: -- BD: 9 -- CD: 12 -- LD: 19 -- MD: 1 --

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 4/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((1-2EVA)) CRITICAL MISS!!! 

Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 3 --
Basic Attack: ((9)) CRITICAL HIT!!! -- ((4+1-2MIT)) 3 DAMAGE!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 1/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 15/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 3 -

 

Lycan dashed at the wolf with all the speed he could muster. The beast lashed out with its teeth, hoping to ward away its attacker. Lycan came in too quick and swung with all his might. Harbringer caught on the wolf's neck and bit deeply. Motes of red drifted from the wound as the beast went reeling. Now, critically injured, the animal struggled to get itself up on its legs. Lycan flicked his sword to the side to free the red from its edge.

Edited February 28, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49631: -- BD: 1 -- CD: 8 -- LD: 12 -- MD: 10

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 1/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((10)) CRITICAL HIT!!! ((6+2-9MIT)) 1 DAMAGE!

Lycan: 14/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 3 --
Basic Attack: ((9)) CRITICAL MISS!!!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 1/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 14/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 3 -

 

With Harbringer held to the ready, Lycan charged the injured beast for a finishing blow. He closed in for the kill, rose his blade and bore down on his foe.

A saying goes "Cut off a wolf's head and it still has the power to bite."

That saying finally made sense to the boy. In it's injured state, the animal made a sudden movement not predicted by the boy. It avoided the fatal blow and managed to rend Lycan's leg with its fangs. A bolt of pain fired up Lycan's spine and doubled him over, now at the mercy of the beast.

Edited February 29, 2016 by Lycan

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ROLLBOT ENGAGED!!! FINISH HIM!!!
ID# 49635: -- BD: 7 -- CD: 3 -- LD: 17 -- MD: 5 --

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 1/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Basic Attack: ((5)) MISS!

Lycan: 14/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 4 --
Basic Attack: ((7)) HIT!! -- ((4-2MIT)) 2 DAMAGE!

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Results:
Wild Wolf: DECEASED
Lycan: 14/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 4 -

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Loot:

+1 Material
+40 Col 

 

An open maw lunged for Lycan's next - the kill shot. A successful attack there would initiate bleed until he could pry it from himself. He had to be quick. Lycan's sword hand tensed. Harbringer's fanged tip shot up to defend its master and bit deep into digital flesh. The teen looked eye to eye with the wolf, its snapping teeth just an inch away from his face. Through its gut and out its back, Lycan's blade pinned it in place.

"Bastard animal," the teen spat.

The wolf pulsed, seized, and burst into glimmering fragments.

Edited February 29, 2016 by Lycan

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Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +3 -- EN: +1

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Results:
Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 0 -

The young swordsman let out a relieved sigh. Using his blade as a makeshift cane, he jabbed it into the forest soil and lifted himself upon it. Both his arm and leg still stung. Yet, by the time he was upright, the red wounds dissipated. Along with it, the pain vanished. Lycan ran his sleeve across his dampened brow and looked up to the canopy above. Sunlight danced through the leaves and speckled the forest floor with light.

"Hmm..." the teen warmly sounded. "Dad would have loved this."

Lycan stretched out the fatigue from his limbs before returning his blade to its sheath. Harbinger hummed happily into its furred scabbard at his back.

"Suppose we keep hunting until the sun sets."

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 ID# 49779: -- BD: 1 -- CD: 2 -- LD: 13 -- MD: 1 --
No Mats Found

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +3 -- EN: +1

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Results:
Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 2/4 -- HATE: 0 -

Lycan continued deeper into the forest. He carefully stepped as to remain as quiet as possible. The second floor still remained largely unknown to him. The fact he was venturing out here without a party attested either to his confidence or foolishness. Supposedly, floor two held better materials for alchemy.

Or so Galli's notebook stated.

Moss from trees, fungus from decaying logs, rare flowers, and even monsters with special properties existed in this lush expanse. This also meant larger, fiercer, and more aggressive foes. Lycan felt ready. With his Blood Wolves' Cloak and Harbinger, he felt the challenge was just right.

As the boy continued deeper, he began to hear movement in the brush. Something was close.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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ID# 49821: -- BD: 4 -- CD: 8 -- LD: 16 -- MD: 6 --
+1 Material Found

 

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +3 -- EN: +1

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Results:
Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 3/4 -- HATE: 0 -

Lycan moved at a creeping pace, the sound of shuffling brush and snapping twigs nearby. He used his hands to brace himself against the tree trunks as he maneuvered the woods. This deep, trees had become much closer than before. He had to squeeze through or move branches to make any headway. Paired with trying to remain as silent as possible, this proved difficult. As he was trying to pull himself through two massive pine trunks, Lycan's hand caught something sharp, which caused his HP to tick down by one point. With the shuffling of a nearby unknown, Lycan stifled the verbal response to the pain with a bit lip.

"The heck was that?"

The white haired swordsman lifted his hand and underneath, a gemstone faintly glowed, its point sticking from the park.

"Is that?"

Lycan tried to pry the gem from the wood and succeeded to so so with little effort or noise. With a click of a pop up, he placed it into his inventory for later review, and focused his attention on the moving shadow outside of the brush which concealed him. It looked like hostiles.

That's right, hostiles. Plural.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49822: -- BD: 3 -- CD: 5 -- LD: 20 -- MD: 1 --
+1 Material Found

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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<<COMBAT ENGAGED>>

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Basic Attack: ((1)) CRITICAL MISS!!! - AMBUSHED!!!

Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 4/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Sword Art - Horizontal (1x1+AOE): ((3)) MISS!!! - 2EN

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 2/4 -- HATE: 0 --

With a cautious hand, he parted the foliage to get a better look. One wolf and two of her pups walked around in a clearing. The mother scratched at the dirt as if to unearth some sort of edible treat. She tasted something, but shook her mane in disgust. As she padded around the opening, the two pups engaged in friendly combat, tumbling over one another in a battle of ultimate destiny. As Lycan watched them, he noticed a bunch of berries on the branch he had set aside.

His eyes looked to the wolves, then to the berries, and back to the wolves.

"I can get it," he thought, reaching for the red berries. At this point, his arm poked through the cover and he tried to pick them without making a sound.

SNAP!

As the berries dislodged from the branch, a loud snap sounded. Instantly, the pups stopped playing and the mother threw her snout in the air with a growl.

Lycan swore internally, quickly setting the item to his inventory and reaching for his blade. The moment he laid his hands on the hilt, a trio of crimson red eyes met his own through the brush. Lycan clenched his teeth for his foolishness. As he drew Harbinger from its sheath, the blade began to hum and illuminate. Lycan burst from the brush and lashed out with a sweeping horizontal blow to hopefully hit all three beasts at once.

The blade swung high, missing the two pups and the mother's instincts threw her back a step to avoid the tip. Now exposed, the boy returned the blade to his front and prepared for battle. The mother bared her sharp fangs with a threatening growl and while less intimidating, both pups joined her in this display.

"And here I was hoping you two would have ran..." Lycan muttered, conflicted with attacking such youngsters, even if they were nothing but data.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49824: -- BD: 2 -- CD: 9 -- LD: 7 -- MD: 6 --

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Basic Attack: ((6-2EVA)) MISS!!!

Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 3/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Sword Art - Horizontal (1x1+AOE): ((2)) MISS!!! - 2EN

---

Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 0 --

 

The miniature pack lounged at him. The first to take the lead was the mother. Lycan pushed his blade out to deter her and effectively strafed to her side. Before he could manage a retaliatory blow, the two smaller pups made their strike. One of them bit low for his ankle and was easily avoided with a backstep. The other jumped up for his midsection, but a second backstep negated the pup's limited range.

Lycan took the opportunity for a second sweeping blow. Hopefully, taking out the two smaller targets would permit him the opportunity to focus on the mother and be at less of a disadvantage. Harbinger hummed and swung wide with a miss. All three scattered to avoid its edge much to Lycan's disapproval. He needed to be faster. 

Worse yet, he began to feel fatigued already from the sword arts. One more pass and he'd be struggling to make any advanced blows.  

 

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!!!
 ID# 49826: -- BD: 4 -- CD: 4 -- LD: 14 -- MD: 9 --

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Basic Attack: ((9)) CRITICAL HIT!!! - (([7-9=1],[2-9=1],[2-9=1]))
Total Damage Dealt: 3 DAMAGE!!!

Lycan: 16/16 HP -- EN: 2/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Sword Art - Horizontal (1x1+AOE): ((4)) MISS!!! - 2EN

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 13/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 0 --

Lycan rushed his strike, again aiming to take out the two pups with one blow while scoring damage on the mother.

As his steel began into motion, he saw their attacks were already underway. With his sword art activated, he could only watch in horror as his mistake unfolded. Both pups latched onto his ankles with their tiny teeth and as the animation for his attack ended, the mother concluded with a rake of her claws across his chest. Lycan immediately staggered, the pups letting go to avoid being swatted away with his blade. Lycan's back slammed into the trunk of a nearby tree. The dull pain from what would be excruciating wounds ached. Instead of blood, red motes of light fell from the bits and slashes.

"This could be going better..." he grunted.

Lycan pushed himself off the tree and readied his stance and his blade. From here on out, he'd have to take them one on one. Now, the odds were truly stacked against him. This time, he could die.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!!!

 ID# 49827: -- BD: 1 -- CD: 5 -- LD: 19 -- MD: 10 --

Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Basic Attack: ((10)) PERFECT CRITICAL HIT!!! - (([8-9=1],[3-9=1],[3-9=1]))
Total Damage Dealt: 3 DAMAGE!!!

Lycan: 13/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Sword Art - Diagonal (1x1): ((1)) CRITICAL MISS!!! - 2EN

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Lycan: 10/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 0 --

 

Lycan was too slow on the recovery. The beasts took immediate advantage of his stagger and lashed out a second time. The boy slashed nothing but air, and even failed to ward the pack. Coordinated as they were, the pups again took the legs. One swiped for the thigh, the other bit down where it had before, and the mother clamped her jaws on his arm.

Lycan howled with pain of his own, and like a ravenous animal, flailed free from the beasts. He staggered backward from them with his breath labored. The bar in the corner of his peripheral ticked down to near half health. Lycan's teeth clenched and his stance firmed like Lessa had taught him. No more failures. 

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan
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Rollbot engaged!
 ID# 49829: -- BD: 8 -- CD: 9 -- LD: 17 -- MD 7 --
Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Basic Attack: ((7-2EN)) MISS!

Lycan: 10/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 0 --
Sword Art - Straight (1x1): ((8)) HIT! - Wolf Pup: 4 DAMAGE! 

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Lycan: 10/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 1 --

 

They were relentless. Another assault followed with no reprieve. This time, with a firm footing, Lycan made his move. The mother took charge this time, going for the neck as a finishing blow. The teen juked low and to the right as would a boxer, his sword arm coiled for the blow. He readied to strike when one of the pups came from under the mother's leap. In the continuation of his juke, Lye worked a few extra steps into a spin and skirted a rake of the claws. The pup only caught the edges of Lycan's Blood Wolve's Cloak, scattering red hairs to the canopy floor.

Then, the opportunity presented itself. The other pup aimed to have a scissor attack apposing the opposite its kin. Now open and exposed, Harbinger sprung to life. The blade sang straight and pulled Lycan's body behind it. With a satisfying thug and heart-wrenching yelp, the blade sank deep and pierced through the pup. It pulsed, then burst into shards.

As though connected by some unseen force, the other two unleashed a harrowing cry for their loved one. Both took an aggressive stance and sprinted at Lye.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49830: -- BD: 8 -- CD: 1 -- LD: 10 -- MD: 3 -- 
Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: 2/2 HP -- DMG: 1 -- MIT: 0
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Basic Attack: ((3-2EN)) MISS!

Lycan: 10/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 1 --
Sword Art - Vertical (1x1): ((8)) HIT! - Wolf Pup: 4 DAMAGE! 

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Lycan: 10/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 2 --

 

The mother went again for the throat, an attack all too well telegraphed with open maw, claws outstretched, and a bounding leap. Lycan ducked underneath and rolled the beast from him with his forearm. The mother continued her flight, offset by Lye's shove and buckled her landing, unscathed. However, as she landed, the remaining pup took flight.

With less targets to worry about, Lycan read the attack, gauged the distance, and Harbinger sang from its low position skyward. Like batting a baseball back in the real world, it connected with a sickening cry. At the apex of the swing, the pup's corpse flew to the low hanging branches of the nearest tree and shattered as it struck wood.

The howl behind Lye raised the hairs on his neck. The boy turned to meet a ferocious open maw closing distance.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan
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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49832: -- BD: 9 -- CD: 9 -- LD: 12 -- MD: 10 --
Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 8/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Basic Attack: ((10)) PERFECT CRITICAL HIT!!! - ((8-9MIT)) 1 DAMAGE!!!

Lycan: 10/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 2 --
Regular Attack: ((9)) CRITICAL HIT! - Wild Wolf: ((5-2MIT)) 3 DAMAGE! 

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 5/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Lycan: 9/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 3 --

 

Lycan turned to face her. The mother's rage was valid, and so was the blow she struck. Fangs and claws bore down on the boy. Teeth buried themselves deep into Lye's shoulder, a near miss at the neck. However, with a mighty roar of his own, Lycan's free sword arm rose up and plunged deep into the mother's gut. The response to the blow freed his shoulder and he shoved her from him. Both put distance between one another. Lycan gripped at his injured arm, his breaths labored. The mother struggled to stand, but did so with bared teeth and a growl.

Red motes of light drifted from both of them, each just one scratch from a foot in the grave.

The mother prepared to lunge.

Lycan bared his own fangs, the mark of the beast resonating with his personal fury and determination. Blade at the ready, and ignoring the pain, Lycan moved.

The mother took to the air, claws outstretched.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
ID# 49833: -- BD: 6 -- CD: 9 -- LD: 20 -- MD: 5 --
Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 5/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Basic Attack: ((5-2EV)) MISS!

Lycan: 9/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 3 --
Regular Attack: ((6)) HIT! - Wild Wolf: ((4-2MIT)) 2 DAMAGE! 

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 3/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Lycan: 9/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 4 --

 

Harbinger crashed down on the mother, slamming her into the ground with a muffled yelp. Lycan's muscles tensed with the blow, his weight pressing down on her with all his fury. She scrambled and struggled to free herself. Each moment ticking away at her health. A desperate swipe of her claw came close to Lycan, forcing him to break the pin and retreat. The mother shook her head weakly, motes of red data scattering to the wind.

Lycan shifted his stance, face rigid and calm, and closed the gap for another attack. They may have had the upper hand, but the boy now possessed their beastly ferocity. 

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan

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Rollbot Engaged!
 ID# 49834: -- BD: 5 -- CD: 3 -- LD: 3 -- MD: 2 --
Regen Phase:
Lycan: HP: +0 -- EN: +1

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Combat Phase:
Wild Wolf: 3/8 HP -- DMG: 6 -- MIT: 2
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Basic Attack: ((2-2EV)) MISS!

Lycan: 9/16 HP -- EN: 1/4 -- HATE: 4 --
Regular Attack: ((5)) MISS! 

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Results:
Wild Wolf: 3/8 HP (Attacking Lycan)
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Wolf Pup: DECEASED
Lycan: 9/16 HP -- EN: 0/4 -- HATE: 4 --

 

His blade lashed out for the injured matron. With the remainder of her strength, she narrowly avoided the blow. Wisps of fur scattered to the wind in testament to how near she avoided death. Lycan roared, his battle cry stilling her from an attack of her own. He rose Harbinger above his head, stared down at her with a lack of pity and a fire of bloodlust. Luminosity collected along the length of his blade, a hum filling the forest opening.

Edited March 1, 2016 by Lycan