FC2 Chariot v Tuesday
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Oh, sorry! I asked in chat and people said there were cement slabs. Chariot feels less bad about subjecting the dirt to that than he would to stone.
"It would probably work better at a choke point, yeah?" Chariot asks while trading blows with Tuesday. The back and forth was nice, different than what went on in a real fight. Even if he was being laughed at.
1 success
Tuesday rolls her shoulder, sure that there's a new bruise forming.
"Yeah. Maybe with a trip wire or something. Maybe if they slip and trip into something else. Acid, or a spike pit trap or whatever. Something that'll cause some damage." Tuesday's mind was thinking about the upcoming but in the past zombie apocalypses.
Shoulder still smarting from the Moros' last blow, Tuesday and dances out of the way of the Chariot's next jab.
5 successes Tuesday Dodges!
Chariot swings again, impressed by Tuesday's supernatural reflexes and agility. "Uh, I think a pit of acid or spike trap on demand is a little out of my skill range right now."
1 success
"Well," she starts side stepping his next blow. "Teamwork is a thing. And you are definitely not the only Matter Mage in this Consilium. I think everyone knows Matter, but me, Thrope, Margie, and Avis." her fingers get wigglin' again, a golden glyph sparks...and sputtering into nothing. The unicorn pouts.
Then Perks.
"Oh! And Archy."
But as her next blow, glances off the Talon's leather clad form she's pouting once more.
failure
book keeping derp
"Archie?" Asks Chariot, as he wards off a blow before circling around and making a kick at Tuesday. "Like... Betty and Veronica Archie?"
3 successes
"Worse." then with a definite roll of her hazels. "Archangel Michael. Full s'name."
"Uph!" she lets out as the kick catches her in the ribs. "Good one!"
A moment to see if her own foot should meet him, or should she go with a right...or maybe a left
golden glyph sparks, lines imprecise, but holding
"Understand why I go Archy?"
She swigs with her right.
It isn't just the feel of the blow landing, but the sound of it ringing around them.
rolls
Chariot grunts as Tuesday's blow connects with his stomach, cracking more ribs. "I, ugh, I guess it means something to him?"
Chariot brings up the spray canister, loosing a cloud of inflammatory particulates at Tuesday's face.
4 successes before DefenseIf successful, all of the target's actions suffer a -5 penalty for the reainder of the scene as his senses are overwhelmed and breathing is made extremely difficult
"He's a legit priest that believes in god." Tuesday rolls her eyes again.
It was stupid. All of it was just a part of the Lie.
Tuesday was wondering when the tiny spray canister was going to enter play.
But she's a canny Unicorn, turning her back and dancing away when the finger moves to pew, pew all over her.
"Char-dude. Not cool."
Here. She points.
Seriously Disappointed Unicorn Face.
Then, because she can.
"Don't pew, pew on my face."
4 successes, defender wins ties. Tuesday Dodges the pepper spray!