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72 / 72 HP
85 / 100 ENG
41 AC​

Target: GOREGLIDER [AC 47]
Roll: 33 + 35 = 68
Damage: 10

"Nice one!" Amane called out as vines tore out of the ground, wrapping around the creature and pinning it down. And just when it had been about to take off too, talk about the nick of time. With it immobilised, there wasn't a chance that she would miss, so the felis opted for one of her stronger spells instead. Chanting, a ball of energy formed below the artificial ceiling, and when it had swelled to critical size it exploded downwards, the mage directing it to crash into the creature's lower back, as far away from Roland as possible, to avoid any possible friendly damage.

OOC: @Roland Rutledge, @Harveste, @Snide

 

57 / 95 HP
85 / 100 ENG
47 AC​

Trapped beneath the vines, the goreglider began to roar and shriek in defiance of Harveste's impromptu net, whose roots reached into the arena sands and kept it pinned in place for the time being. Rather than waste its time fighting the vines, it focused its attention on Harveste while Amane and Roland tore at it with sword and spell.

Its eyes glowing a red hue, it opened its mouth and tendrils of dark energy shot towards the small woman, just barely missing her. Where they struck the sands and the wall of the arena, there was a horrible splintering noise, as though bones were being broken and ground to dust. The dirt was fissured, and the wall cracked, though both began to rapidly repair themselves as though the Arena itself were alive and being mended.

Target: Harveste [AC 40]
Roll: 20+20
Damage: miss (defender wins)

 

52 / 52 HP
85 / 100 ENG
40 AC​

Target: Goreglider [AC 47]
Roll: 13+25 = 38
Damage: Missed Attack & Vines Alike

She probably should have known better than to try to attack and keep the vines tight wasn't going to work. Adding in the constant slashing and magical explosions from her teammates probably hadn't helped her poor 'pets' stay strong, either. Considering those things and the fact the glider was aiming for her with it's magic- even if it had, luckily, failed- it was almost inevitable that she couldn't manage to attack or keep it bound by it's ankles.

Her pallor turned considerably lighter as she stared at it, eyes shimmering with anxiety written clear on her face. "Crap...Sorry guys! I'll try to bind it again, but there's a short cool down on them before I can try to get them going again..." Considering she'd used double the energy trying to attack and keep the thing down, it was getting to be a bad sign. Hopefully her friends could make much more of an impact against it!

 

73/89 HP
85/100 ENG
50 AC​

Target:Goreglider[AC 47]
Roll: 35+45 = 80
Damage:16

Harveste's vines managed to pin the creature down long enough for both Roland and Amane to manage a double strike with sword and magic. In turn the creature roared attacking Harveste with a tendril of dark magic. "Wha-" Roland cried out backing away from the creature. "I've not seen that kind of magic before! Be careful, it can't be good!" With the vines snapping and breaking away Roland saw an opportunity to dash forward, attacking the creature with his dual swords, slashing at its wing trying to impair its ability to fly. "We can't let this thing get airborne!" Roland grumbled during the attempt.

 

72 / 72 HP
45 / 100 ENG
41 AC​

Target: GOREGLIDER [AC 47]
Roll: 1 + 35 = 36
Damage: critical miss

Holy... she thought as the red light crashed into the Arena's walls, fracturing what looked to be solid stone or cement — certainly nothing that should have been so easily fissured. Thankfully the Goreglider had missed, for a hit from that could have easily taken someone out for the count, or at least left them really badly damaged.

"Yeah, or we'll lose more than half our damage." Amane sighed. The longer the battle dragged on, the more energy they were losing, and goodness knows they couldn't afford that, with five other battles after this. Roland, too, was the more optimum out of the two of them for attacking: Harveste and herself might have to save some energy for heals and revives. With that in mind, Amane chanted a new spell, one that she had recently gotten from levelling her Arcanamancy to adept, but hadn't had the chance to use: it would conjure two beams of light that would lash out from above, hopefully damaging the creature's wings.

Unfortunately, the felis had overestimated herself. Half way through the spell, her steady rhythm of words stumbled, the mage pausing as it began to dawn on her that she couldn't remember part of the incantation. Frantically, she tried to open her UI to check, but by then it was too late. The game registered the fumbled spell, and the bits of purple light that had formed dissipated, taking out a good chunk of her energy with it. Glancing at her blue bar that was now more than half depleted, Amane blanched. Okay this...this was bad.

OOC: @Snide, @Roland Rutledge, @Harveste

 

48 / 95 HP
80 / 100ENG
47 AC​

Their worst fears realized, the vines that Harveste had manifested in order to keep the monster pinned gave way as her spell weakened and the attacking adventurers cut or burnt a vine here and there. It was not long before the powerful beast was able to throw them off, leaping up into the air and soaring out of danger's way. Flying through the limited airspace available to it, the goreglider dodged and weaved in hopes of avoiding incoming blasts from the spellcasters.

Its milky eyes locked on Harveste once more, who had snared it with her vine net, and it shot a blast of terrible magic in her direction as it had moments before. This time it connected, the pain simulators telling her body it was being crushed beneath a massive weight, while a cold sensation spread through her as though all her blood were suddenly being drained from her body. It passed as soon as it had come, lasting no more than a heartbeat, but as the evil spell faded from reality into crimson smoke, rivulets of her blood flew up into the sky and began to heal the goreglider's own wounds, stitching closed some of the damage that had been done to it. It continued to peer around, looking for a target to cast upon or perhaps crush in landing.

Target: Harveste [AC 40]
Roll: 33+20
Damage: 14


Attack Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME [AC ##]
Roll[b2]:[/b2] ##+##
Damage[b2]:[/b2] ## or miss

Heal Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME(S) [AC ##]
Roll[b2]:[/b2] ##+##
Heal[b2]:[/b2] ## group/single

Buff/Debuff Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME [AC ##]
Buff / Debuff[b2]:[/b2] ## and affect
Duration[b2]:[/b2] ???

@Roland Rutledge @Amane Hirota @Juneberry

 

73/89 HP
100/100 ENG
50 AC​

Target: None
Roll: N/A
Damage:N/A

Roland grimaced at the monster suddenly took flight, moving well out of the range of his blades. This was going to be an issue, he was clearly turning out to be the main source of sustaining damage cause to the beast, if it stayed airborne this battle would simply drag on. To make matters worse, despite the damage that Roland had caused he hadn't seemed to be able to draw the beasts ire as it directed its last two attacks at Harveste. Growling in frustration Roland took a knee as he carefully eyes his opponent, taking the opportunity to catch his breath and regain his energy. He wasn't sure Harveste's vines could reach high enough to effect the monster, they'd have to rely on Amane, either forcing it down, or hoping it got bored enough to return to the ground. In the meantime there was little Roland could do but wait.

 

38 / 52 HP
80 / 100 ENG
40 AC​

Target: Goreglider [AC 47]
Roll: 16 + 25 = 41
Damage: Miss

Crying out as the monster's magic crushed her organs, the girl fell to her knees momentarily, find the pain difficult to bare. Used to a certain amount of it in general, the girl hadn't expected it to hurt quite this much. "Damn...This really smarts..."

Groaning, she got to her feet as the attack began to subside, her internals feeling as if they were shivering, cold from the drain of blood. Cursing a bit more under her breath, she sang a song to calm herself and try to use the wilted plants to attack- but they didn't respond, likely due to the pain in her chest- even if she kept her grimoire handy to help her cast, since her mind was surely fuzzy. "Amane! It's on you this round!"

 

72 / 72 HP
40 / 100 ENG
41 AC​

Target: GOREGLIDER [AC 47]
Roll: 36 + 35 = 71
Damage: 9

Then I guess I really can't miss...Amane thought wryly after hearing Harveste speak, the vines on the floor only twitching slightly. That attack sure looked like it hurt, and she didn't blame the faerin at all — the first time she had been damaged badly by a boss, well, she had been killed, and then she had spent the rest of the fight being utterly useless. No shame in missing because of that, not like how she'd messed up in her last move. Forgetting her own spell incantations, what a rookie mistake...

All the more reason not to fail this time, however. She chanted the same spell that she had used the first time, letting the familiar magic swell up from within her, coalescing in luminous purple streams that wove between her fingers. She concentrated, the words she spoke changing seamlessly to match, and the light vanished, appearing above the Goreglider instead. It cracked downwards, crashing whip-like into the creature's back as Amane tried to push it down back onto the Arena floor.

OOC: @Snide, @Harveste, @Roland Rutledge

 

44 / 95 HP
75 / 100ENG
47 AC​

Despite the strength of her efforts, Amane's arcane blast was not able to send the monster crashing down to the ground again. It did, however, tear a large portion of the thick hide from its back and send blood splattering down across the battlefield as it continued to fly in circles overhead. Its head craned around and sought out the small naturamancy wielder once more, having acquired a taste for at this point... or perhaps, being an intelligent creature, it knew how to plan the handling of this fight.

Eyes glowing red once more, it shot another blast of dark magic at Harveste, a portion of the life taken from her healing its wounds.

Target: Harveste [AC 40]
Roll: 26+20
Damage: 11 (heals 5)


Attack Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME [AC ##]
Roll[b2]:[/b2] ##+##
Damage[b2]:[/b2] ## or miss

Heal Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME(S) [AC ##]
Roll[b2]:[/b2] ##+##
Heal[b2]:[/b2] ## group/single

Buff/Debuff Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME [AC ##]
Buff / Debuff[b2]:[/b2] ## and affect
Duration[b2]:[/b2] ???

@Roland Rutledge @Amane Hirota @Juneberry

 

73/89 HP
100/100 ENG
50 AC​

Target: None
Roll: N/A
Damage:N/A

There really wasn't much Roland could do while stuck on the ground far away from the beast. None of his skills currently offered any ranged abilities so as long as it was in the air, it was relatively safe from Roland altogether. All he could do was sit and watch as his allies struggled to bring the beast down. Harveste's health was starting to get low, so he called out, "Harveste take a small break and heal you, we aren't sure if that thing has anything meaner up its sleeve that what we've seen so far..." With a grimace, Roland eyed the beast as it taunted them as he tried to come up with some kind of a plan.

 

45 / 52 HP
75 / 100 ENG
40 AC​

Target: Harveste [AC 40]
Roll: 9 x 2 = 18
Heal: Single

Feeling a rush of pain through her system once more, she was beginning to hear a ringing in her ears. The pain was worse as she was getting near half her health in total, her body triggering a sense of exhaustion inside her. On her knees, she moved to open her grimoire, seeking a spell that would help heal some of her wounds. She hated leaving the entire battle to Amane at this point, but if she didn't do something soon, she was very well likely not going to be able to do anything going forward, either.

"I hope it comes to the ground soon...It's just too hard to hit it when it's up there...and it's really hitting a nerve or ten there, too."

 

72 / 72 HP
35 / 100 ENG
41 AC​

Target: GOREGLIDER [AC 47]
Roll: 5 + 35 = 40
Damage: miss

At least health wasn't going to be an issue. It's magic attacks didn't seem to be the strongest, and as long as it was in the air it was pretty much stuck — unable to be killed, but also unable to kill them. The fact that it was healing itself back up was a bit of a problem, but she supposed that was her job, damaging it just enough to negate any healing it had done. With another quick chant, she launched a beam of light from her hands, the spell zeroing on the Goreglider, only for the creature to twist at the last second, ducking beneath the energy beam, the purple magic soaring harmlessly above to splash against the ceiling's barrier. Amane's lips pursed slightly for a second in frustration. Any spell missed was a chance for it to regain health unopposed. Well, she'll just have to hit it harder next to make up for it.

OOC: @Snide, @Roland Rutledge, @Harveste

 

44 / 95 HP
75 / 100ENG
47 AC​

The... "wishes" of the adventurers came true, as the monster decided to land back upon the ground, kicking at Amane with one of its powerful rear legs while doing so. Stronger in body than in magic, it roared and reared as it attempted to tear into the small caster felis, ignoring the presence of Roland who, while the strongest among those assembled, was also the least likely to go down with ease. And this beast was marginally more intelligent than a wild boar or wolf, recognizing the caster girls as its greatest danger.

Target: Amane [AC 41]
Roll: 26+25
Damage: 10


Attack Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME [AC ##]
Roll[b2]:[/b2] ##+##
Damage[b2]:[/b2] ## or miss

Heal Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME(S) [AC ##]
Roll[b2]:[/b2] ##+##
Heal[b2]:[/b2] ## group/single

Buff/Debuff Results:

Code:

[CENTER][color=#C11B17] ## / ## HP[/color]
[color=#4863A0] ## / ## ENG[/color]
[color=#848482]  ## AC[/color][/CENTER]


[b2]Target:[/b2] NAME [AC ##]
Buff / Debuff[b2]:[/b2] ## and affect
Duration[b2]:[/b2] ???

@Roland Rutledge @Amane Hirota @Juneberry

 

73/89 HP
100/100 ENG
50 AC​

Target: Goreglider
Roll: 12 + 45
Damage: 15

As soon as the Goreglider began to make its decent Roland stood, flourishing his blades in anticipation. This whole idea of being on the sideline for half the fight wasn't something he was enjoying. Unfourtatnly, the beast seemed to realize Roland's inability to hit it in the air, and flew away from him, aiming itself at Amane. Wasting no time, Roland moved to its location, trusting Amane would be fine despite the powerful kick and sliced into the monster with another flurry of blows each aimed at its right shoulder. The beast's thick muscles would unlikely prevent his attack from fully crippling it, but it was worth an attempt.