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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 17:45:43 GMT -8
WR whipped around as it seemed that Drake had vanished, instinctively carrying their leg into a sweep to go at his feet again if he happened to be right behind them. They followed up with a barrage of punches, two at his face, one at his gut, and one at his groin. They growled as they unleashed another ball of fire at his waist, the flames around them turning bright red. Current Stat Boosts: +10 SPD & ENG (40 SPD & 34 ENG) for 4 posts. (2/4)
Fireball: WR channels fire to a desired part of their body, then sets it ablaze. While this ability is activated, they can hurl fire (a single use) from the chosen body part, dealing 100% of their ENG stat as damage to other players or characters (current: 34). This ability can also set fire to certain objects or materials. |
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Post by Drake on Dec 30, 2020 18:37:53 GMT -8
Drake leapt backwards to avoid the sweep and punches. But the fireball would hit him the chest knocking him back a little bit more. He was impressed WR definitely got a speed boost. But it wasn't enough! Drake would hold out his bleeding palm and form a blood and bone staff. He would pump his ability again to crystallize the blood making the bone and blood staff become hard and painful! "What else do you got?!"
Legacy Ability: Blood Craft: can create weapons and items out of his blood (100% Eng to Atk) Mutated: Drake's blood creations are now reinforced with Bone! (+18 Atk) (Upgraded: Drake can now harden his blood making it stronger and more durable) (Used twice)
Staff Atk: 152
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 18:47:22 GMT -8
WR growled again as Drake narrowly pulled himself away from their attacks, grimacing at the concoction he pulled out of his palm. It was like no staff they had ever seen before, but fortunately, they were well trained with staffs to know what to look out for. The question was, could they keep up with him? They could feel the effects of the jacket starting to wear off, and they knew soon they'd be almost completely drained of energy, so they had to make the next few moves count! They would start running to allow space between them and the afterimage, before hurling another barrage of punches toward Drake's groin! They intentionally kept low and sporadic to make Drake's movements as awkward as possible for him! Current Stat Boosts: +10 SPD & ENG (40 SPD & 34 ENG) for 4 posts. (3/4) |
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Post by Drake on Dec 30, 2020 19:07:06 GMT -8
"You're really trying to get a hold of this dick. Not classy."
He would chuckle as he rapidly spun the staff in front of him. So if WR attempted their barrage of punches they would find their fists and arms getting smacked HARD and repeatedly.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 19:14:33 GMT -8
WR let the first few punches go through, but quickly pulled away after taking the blunt of the staff two or three times.
"FUCK!!" They yelled and backed away from Drake with the last of their energy, holding their hands up in front of them as they observed the damage. They were bloody and there were DEFINITELY a few fingers broken, but nothing permanent.
"God damn it, fuck you!" They growled at him, simply irritated that they allowed such an easy attack get through. He was, in every meaning of the word, better at fighting than they were, and that irritated them even more. But, at the very least, they did get some of that negative energy out, so there was no longer the risk of burning down the building.
"Motherfucker." They grumbled again as they snatched up the jacket, slung it over their shoulders, and headed down the stairs back to Gremlin's place.
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Post by Drake on Dec 30, 2020 19:21:50 GMT -8
Drake would quickly step in front WR slamming staff down hard enough it would embed in the roof top.
"Gidget, I need to have one final private word with WR, if you wouldn't mind they will meet you in your apartment momentarily."
With that he would wait for Gidget to leave, and if WR tried to slip past him he would prevent it.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 19:24:27 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes as soon as she was addressed, and turned to glare at Drake for a moment. A private word?
"Whatever, man... Just don't break m--" she stopped herself as soon as she realized what she was about to say, and backtracked. While it would have been meant as a jab at Drake, she didn't want to say that in front of WR... It might take some explaining.
"Just don't break them," she corrected herself. Sticking her tongue out, she got to her feet (with a surprising amount of grace), and stormed down to her own apartment... where she immediately began to gather her rather lackluster first aid kit.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 19:26:17 GMT -8
WR, shaking their hands out, turned to Drake with hate in their eyes (though, he would know it was only from the heat of battle).
"What?" They snapped.
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Post by Drake on Dec 30, 2020 19:36:10 GMT -8
Drake kept a smile on his face and wiggled his fingers at Gidget as she stormed off pissed to all hell at him, and that was ok. The moment she was gone the smile would drop for the first time since WR had shown up and Drake would glare at them Bending over to get right in their face.
"Understand this. I did this to rid you of your energy. I can take anything you need to throw. She can't. I've already saved her life twice and the first group of men I killed as they ran away. If she is EVER harmed because of you, or in spite of you, there is no where safe for you to hide. I don't care if you hurt her on purpose or on accident I will find out and I will make you pay. She isn't one of us, but I've seen her soul and I know her pain."
He would stand up straight and take a deep breath.
"I do know you, and I THINK I trust you. At the very least you earned the respect of two people that... well I can't say I respected them, but I respect them now. So that earns you a pass. I didn't crash your date to piss you or her off, I crashed it because I didn't know who she was getting involved with. Now, can you guarantee that she will be safe around you?"
He would ask as he folded his arms.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 19:52:23 GMT -8
The hate quickly faded from WR's eyes as Drake spoke, and as they came to understand why he did what he did, they felt like an idiot. But, that feeling, along with all of the day's pent up frustration was released into the air. They didn't need it anymore. This was about Gremlin, not them, and by the time Drake was done talking, they came to completely respect his decision. Maybe he wasn't a complete immoral asshole like he made himself out to be.
They sighed deeply while they thought about what to say.
"Honestly, I don't think you care to hear what I have to say aside from 'yes' or 'no', so I'll try to keep this short. You know I was Leon's apprentice, so you know I will have targets on my back everywhere I go, which makes everyone I talk to a potential target. I can't deny that. But by now you know my intentions and you should know I would without a thought die for the people I care about. She is one of the few. So yeah, she'll be kept safe. That I can promise you, and I don't break my promises."
They extended a bloody, half broken hand for him to shake.
"I'm not your enemy. Maybe one day I can call you a friend."
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Post by Drake on Dec 30, 2020 20:00:52 GMT -8
Drake would nod and carefully take WR's hand.
"And, sorry bout the hands. I'm sure you can understand that there is no length I would not go through to protect my gentlemen."
He chuckled.
"Yeah, I hope I can call you friend one day as well."
He would say letting WR's hand go.
"Oh, one last thing before you go, if she ever finds out what you and I discussed up here, I will throw you off of this very roof."
He would say smiling again with a wink.
"Now you two kids have fun, I'm going to head out, if y'all need anything just shoot me a text."
With that Drake would leave.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 20:04:24 GMT -8
WR waved Drake off and headed back inside.
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