"Wooooow... You're floundering," the woman quipped back, keeping up a sort of nautical theme as she laughed at Marone's attempt to flirt. He'd gone from half-decent pickup artist to white knight with the drop of a fedora, and even his attacks were faltering now. She felt his blade strike her armored leg and winced at the welt that would likely form under the armored plates, but she had been spared any greater pain than his delivery.
"But I appreciate you complimenting my knockers!" And how! Rushing the man once again, she swung each of her knockers at his defense, trying to find an opening.

Thrown die:

5

+5 Quality +12 Mastery = 22

The Admiral

100 HP

MAX HP

6 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Aaron Marone

100 HP

MAX HP

90 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

 

Thrown die:

4

22 + 4 = 26 damage

 

Thrown die:

5

+14 = 19 /2 = 9.5

 

Aaron chuckled at the woman's accusation of him floundering. "Yeah, I think any chances I have here might be sinking," he said. "Never really sailed before, so I'll admit to not knowing what to say."

As The Admiral charged at him with her hammers, he raised his shield once more. Heavy armor didn't lend itself well toward dodging or anything like that. Every attack he was faced with, he would take head on so that he could deal it back himself. Maybe he wouldn't deal as much back, but that's why he wore heavy armor, so he could take more of those attacks. The problem he was really facing was that his single, low tier weapon wasn't seeming to keep pace with the woman's two weapons. He would have to look into getting some better gear in the near future.

As she neared for the attack, Aaron slashed out, aiming for the arm holding her second weapon. Perhaps if he could hurt that arm enough, she'd switch to using just one. That was unlikely, but it was worth a shot, and any damage was damage at this point.

The Admiral

100 HP

MAX HP

6 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Aaron Marone

100 HP

MAX HP

64 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

 

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Thrown die:

4

 

Thrown die:

3

21 + 3 = 24 damage

 

"Never sailed?" she asked the man as they danced and parried one another. "Perhaps I'll have to introduce you to some meek young thing later, so you can get your... feet wet... on the thigh seas." She grinned and pressed another attack, striking him with less vigor than she'd wished as each of the weapons found gaps to land in. It cost her dearly however when, upon retreating a pace, he slashed at her left arm and the wooden club fell into the dirt. It would be suicide to stop and pick it up, so with a pained snarl she began to retreat several paces to find safety. She was down to the one hammer now, but at least she had landed a few good blows with her off hand.

The Admiral

96 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Aaron Marone

100 HP

MAX HP

64 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

 

Thrown die:

7

+14 = 21/2 =10.5

 

Aaron shook his head when The Admiral said she should introduce him to a "meek young thing". "Not really my type," he said as he noticed she was down to using just the one weapon now. "Is... Is that a table leg?" he asked her, motioning toward the dropped weapon. He was tempted to let her pick it up and keep fighting, but that extra bit of damage it was doing each attack she made was really adding up, he appreciated now the fact they might find themselves a bit more evenly matched. Plus, he'd targeted that arm specifically for that reason, so it would be pointless to allow her to undo the work he'd just put in.

He watched her, trying to find an opening to strike in. He wouldn't deny, he was intrigued by the woman, the way she fought, the way she moved. He blamed the sexual banter, but he couldn't help but wonder what she might look like with a little less armor on. He shook the thought from his head as he noticed an opening, or at least something he could make into one. He lunged, feinting toward The Admiral's right shoulder, but then at the last moment pulling down and slashing at her hip instead.

The Admiral

96 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Aaron Marone

100 HP

MAX HP

40 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

[/QUOTE]

 

Thrown die:

1

17 + 1 = 18 damage

 

"You prefer a big burly man?" she asked in response to his dismissal of anyone young or meek. Her face glowered as he asked about the club which had been sold to her and which was, she suspected, exactly what he asked if it was. "Probably," she sighed, rushing up to slap his shield with her hammer once again.
"Aren't you going to show me YOUR third leg, now?"

The Admiral

85 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Aaron Marone

100 HP

MAX HP

64 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

 

Thrown die:

5

 

Aaron chuckled when The Admiral switched to the polar opposite. "No, but most things in between I think I'd be fine with. Anything much younger than me I'd be a bit nervous about hurting them, but at the same time, too much older is an issue. As for size, while I have little preference there for my women, men I prefer not particularly large." He paused. "Uh, I mean, you know, for their body size. Not... not anything else."

He raised his shield to block the woman's attack, holding a firm grip on it. That attack hadn't been too devastating. But he'd been too distracted by her words to counter attack. As such, he chanted briefly, and let warm light flood over him, healing a bit of his health in exchange for a cost of energy.

His healing spell done, he gripped his sword and shield tightly. This fight was very much one of attrition. He'd have to heal whenever he felt her attacks did less damage than he could heal, and attack all other times. He had to keep his head on and keep focused. He'd almost forgotten, in all honesty, that this was a duel to show other people how to fight. His face reddened a bit as he realized that every word that had been exchanged between the two was being listened to.

The Admiral

85 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Aaron Marone

100 HP

MAX HP

67 HP

MAX HP

91 EN

MAX EN

[/QUOTE]

 

Thrown die:

3

17 + 3 = 20 damage

 

The Admiral paused as Marone spoke, far too taken aback at his VERY revealing and personal admissions about his romantic interests to go in and properly engage the man. She fought a snort of laughter and lost, doubling over slightly as the man healed himself so that she could take the time to let a series of chuckles out. Was he... for real?
"Think you can guess my interests?" she teased, tightening her grip on the weapons again and rushing forwards to assault @Aaron Marone once more.

The Admiral

85 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Aaron Marone

100 HP

MAX HP

67 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN