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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 8:15:31 GMT -5
Kiera: 131 Karl: 102 (-5)
The lone remaining white cloak on the right flank is caught out by the mercenary Kiera, who sidesteps his shield slam and smashes her blade into the back of his head.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 8:17:23 GMT -5
Kiera: 183 Karl: 117 (-40 now)
Kiera is too fast and the older knight too tired, and she cuts his right leg out from under him.
Kiera: 178 Karl: 133
Kiera finishes the old man off with a dagger into his eye.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 8:18:45 GMT -5
Hollis VS Lord Commander Sunglass
Hollis: 162 (-5) Harold: 188
Hollis approaches the Lord Commander with fury, and the clever old warrior sidesteps his opening attack and counters, landing a fair hit to his right arm.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 8:21:14 GMT -5
Round 2:
Hollis: 183 Harold: 102 (-40)
Unfortunately, hitting Hollis is how the strange knight of dogs says hello, and he is driven into a frenzy at the erotic release of pain the blow deals him. He catches the Lord Commander with his gigantic left hand, dropping his shield, and his right hand winds up his great mace and beats him like one would a rug.
Hollis: 165 Harold: 88
Hollis snaps the man's neck...with his helmet still on, then heaves the man into four of his men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 8:33:12 GMT -5
Round 3:
Hector: 411/150 Killion: 177 Lyonel: 127 Quentyn: 185 Korben: 189 Arthur: 181 Kiera: 178 Cedric: 109 Hollis: 111 Menion: 144
Aaron: 229/202 Prester: 177 Mortimer: 93
The combined armies obliterate the central host. As the army breaks, the giant king stands firm, his white cloaks and a few hundred faithful about him, and for twenty minutes they fight on against odds as hopeless as any in history. Ser Mortimer falls to Quentyn Cleftjaw while Korben Kenning kills Prester Meadows. Two dozen men fall taking down the giant king, who has worn armor that has been welded onto him, rendering it unable to be removed, but also leaving almost no proper way of exploiting weaknesses either. He smashes aside man after man, and all who approach him suffer wounds and broken bones and fear. At long last he tires, arrows sticking out of him, and it is blood loss from a hundred men rather than a duel from a single which finally fells King Aaron Baratheon.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 6, 2016 10:29:47 GMT -5
Kiera made sure to look Karl's body of anything useful before launching into another enemy. Afterwards, she looks for other loot as well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 10:34:37 GMT -5
Kiera +3 Lyonel/Arthur +1
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