Fisher
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Beaks witnessed my rolls and we got Location #1, Orph Training lot. Not sure if you were Equalizing or not, but
I have taken 2 handicaps, rolls were:
5: [Torment] 200 - Cannot use the same technique or ability in consecutive rounds
9: [Potion] -100 - Heal all wounds (That I didn't really want this round XD)
Sorry for the delay on the post, I had been waiting for the brackets to update until Kyle told me it was you who I was fighting. Course that was last week. This week I was just tired. And busy. And Final Fantasy.
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Feeling light in the feet and fairly fancy free, The Fifth Division’s twentieth seat sauntered into the enclosed space of what apparently was yet another Advent training ground.
How many o’ these do the buggers have?
A wealth of light flooded the soon to be arena, illuminating a spotting of equipment that had been left lying about and dully reflecting off concrete smoothed by years of use. Plenty of room to move. This was good, because the drunkard was hella excited. After his conversation with his apparent proper spirit, he had felt a shift in his own strength. Perhaps not a bolstering, but more a sense of...completeness? Seemed right. Raury felt as though he was standing on the precipice of something great about himself. Or rather something that could become great.
All he needed was a good opportunity.
“Ooooi!~” He called out, wondering if he had been the first to arrive this time around. Thoughtfully sipping away at a fresh flask, he made a few rounds, getting a feel for the area.
I have taken 2 handicaps, rolls were:
5: [Torment] 200 - Cannot use the same technique or ability in consecutive rounds
9: [Potion] -100 - Heal all wounds (That I didn't really want this round XD)
Sorry for the delay on the post, I had been waiting for the brackets to update until Kyle told me it was you who I was fighting. Course that was last week. This week I was just tired. And busy. And Final Fantasy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Feeling light in the feet and fairly fancy free, The Fifth Division’s twentieth seat sauntered into the enclosed space of what apparently was yet another Advent training ground.
How many o’ these do the buggers have?
A wealth of light flooded the soon to be arena, illuminating a spotting of equipment that had been left lying about and dully reflecting off concrete smoothed by years of use. Plenty of room to move. This was good, because the drunkard was hella excited. After his conversation with his apparent proper spirit, he had felt a shift in his own strength. Perhaps not a bolstering, but more a sense of...completeness? Seemed right. Raury felt as though he was standing on the precipice of something great about himself. Or rather something that could become great.
All he needed was a good opportunity.
“Ooooi!~” He called out, wondering if he had been the first to arrive this time around. Thoughtfully sipping away at a fresh flask, he made a few rounds, getting a feel for the area.