[CLOSED] Domestication of Gladiators

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle nodded silently as Rue made her rounds of the room, the teen making another attempt to see if she detected any measure as to what would occur if the trap was sprung on purpose. Her crystal eyes softened as she walked closer to the trapped chest, the needle flicking in between her fingers in a rolling sequence as she waited for the younger sister’s approval of the methods. As dangerous as it was, the plan worked before, albeit forced a bit too many close calls then most would enjoy. Regardless of their round-a-bout means, trap disarm would be a fine addition to the utility player’s skill-set…adding an impressive capability to the rogue’s specialization as a dungeon delver, a quiet hope in the back of her mind that more experience may serve to unlock it or at-least allow her to encounter it in the near future. As Rue backed up, the tank sniffling slightly from her own encounter with the black grime of the chamber the Irishwoman lined up her shot aiming directly for the center section of the chest beside the lock. “Don’t go getting all trusting on me…we are just throwing rocks at a bomb after all…” The girl answered with a laugh, humorously remembering and echoing Rue’s concerns the first time they attempted a controlled disarmament, “But thanks…let’s see what we got eh?” The rogue added with a wink to the slowly endearing young tank. The pink-haired musician flicked her hand to the side to send the blade forward…the dart crashing into the heavy wood of the ancient box with a sharp snap of splinters. The mechanism stood silent for a moment, forcing the thief to raise an eyebrow in curiosity until the sounds of rusted cogs moving sparked her instant curiosity. The whole room began to shake as a black iron shutter dropped instantly over the entrance, sealing the pair in with a loud knock as it locked into place. “Well shit…” the girl exclaimed, peering at Rue with a slight unease in her gaze. The stone floor shifted slowly upward on one side, the digital imagery fading slightly to betray the entire floor as a pixelated construct…the thief fighting to keep her boots planted as the surface rose ever upward. As her feet finally slipped, the Irishwoman impacted hard on the dusty stone sliding to the opposite wall in which an opening revealed itself…the trap nearly perfect in its ability to drive the plays to accept its bidding. Relsialle yelled various obscenities as her gloved fingers clawed at the stone in the effort to gain a hold until she finally disappeared in the door that was opened by the ancient trap. **** As she fell down through the tunnel, Relsialle only able to count a few seconds off before slamming into a large pile of muddy straw…the cushion soft enough to stave off serious injury form the fall but firm enough to let the impact shoot through her like a car crash. “Ugh” The Irishwoman said shaking her head to knock off the grogginess of the impact. The thief lifted herself to her feet in an effort to locate her counterpart, her sea-blue eyes shifting and taking in the seriousness of her new surroundings. A set of iron bars separated her from the rest of the room, the opening hanging open for Rue to drop down until it too would eventually be sealed, the scent of blood and rotten gore almost overpowering as the stained concrete floor and bones lay scattered throughout the chamber, finally answering the question as to the horrid scent’s source. A large exit lay far beyond, several torches lighting the way from her new cell to the next series of chambers…the horror covered prison seemingly better cared for and occupied than the trapped area in which they had come from. The sounds of movement along with the high pitched cheers of kobolds lay far beyond…their voices carrying well in the quiet prison hall, echoing along with white stone walls to alert the rogue to their presence. A locked gate was close to her, a sigh leaving her breath as she shifted her fingers to her hair to pull her hidden pick in the effort to attempt an escape…

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

Rue stared at the scarfed woman with a look that said just shut up and throw the rock. She did not like the woman making a joke out of her feelings and trust towards her. The rogue flicked the needle sending it into the chest. The sounds of splintering wood echoed through the room and... nothing? Relaxing her guard she looks at Relsialle quizzically. Before the young girl could get a word out, the ground quaked and a black iron shutter slammed down blocking their escape. Rue stabbed her sword into the ground to keep her balance as the sounds of cogs grew louder and more frequent. One of the wall opened a tunnel as the floor shifted to the opposite side. Rue struggled to keep her balance as the simulated gravity fought against the small girl. Relsialle fared far worse as the rogue slipped and clawed at the floor cussing as she slid down. Rue's eyes would widen and her expression would turn to distress as she unequipped her shield and stretched out her hand to try and grab on the pink haired woman. Rue failed to grab hold of the woman as she fell into the dark tunnel. "Relsialle"! Rue yelled out to the woman in a pained voice. She could do nothing as she watched the woman she called sister fall out of her view. The small girl was alone now, she hung over the hole her hand tightly clutching the hilt of her blade as her eye watered. Looking down she wiped away her tears and worries and forced them down, now was not the time to let her emotions get the better of her. Looking at the hole with a blank expression, this was the only way forward. Pulling her sword out of the ground she would spread her body out and make herself as wide as possible. Reequipping her shield she would slam her sword and shield into the wall of the tunnel. The sounds of metal on stone screech through the tunnel as Rue tightened her arms as they rattled from the force of stopping her momentum. Reaching the exit of the tunnel she would drop down and land on the muddy hay. Flicking the hay of her feet, she would she Relsialle unharmed and working on the lock. Overwhelming joy bubbled inside of the small girl at the knowledge that she was alive. Forcing it to stay inside, Rue looked around the cell to see if she could find anything while not breaking the woman's concentration. The laughter of kobolds could be heard down the hall where the majority of the light came from, meaning that once they get out of the cell they will have a fight on their hands. The sounds of crunching bone would echo in the cell as Rue walked around their temporary confinements. The strong odor of coppery blood and rotten flesh, was the strongest out of the all the areas they have been in. Signifying that this was the originator of the smell. The gore and blood that lined the cells and ground confirmed it as well. Checking the floor for loose stones and pushing and pulling the cell's bars the cell seemed to be rather study. Rue looked at the space between the bars, they looked wide maybe wide enough for her to squeeze through. Putting her arm through the bars then her head, and then her other arm. Grabbing the outside of the bars with her hands she would push on the bars sliding half of her body out, however her clothes and lower half made it difficult to get out. " I bet I could get out if I took off my armor". The young looked at herself as she spoke quietly to herself.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle had just pulled the lockpick free just as the sound of Rue crashing down came several seconds after her own sudden entrance. A slight bit of relief was present in her eyes appearing in a quick flash, taking solace in knowing that she was not trapped in the cage alone, but soon this emotion was replaced with concern in realizing that the young girl was now at risk along with her. The thief shook her head free of the distracting thoughts as a soft smile formed on her features, nodding lightly in the acknowledgement of the girl…the silent gesture appearing as if to ask the question of if Rue was fine and uninjured. The Irishwoman’s fingertips throbbed from her obviously failed attempt at clawing her way across the trapped floor before her fall, the skin slightly swelling as it pinched the small steel lock pick that would hopefully serve as the instrument of their salvation. The girl looked up at her sister, before shrugging apologetically at their sudden predicament, the gamble obviously taking another strange turn as they found themselves in a strange and unforeseen consequence…spikes and spears were one thing, but this trap seemed almost intended perfectly to move players about…the implications were immense if such things existed on all floors… The kunoichi blinked before pacing forward to wrap her arms around the recovering girl, thankful that they both were fine at least for now…it was the Kobolds nearby that drew her attention…their distant laughs breaking her from the moment of thankful comfort that the pair shared…thankful that the trap had not killed them, but only served to shake them up with their momentary separation. The thief nudged the younger sister to action as the Kobolds sounded a bit closer than before…the musician remaining silent for the moment before turning to try her luck at the cage’s lock with her small tool and a retrieved calcum needle from the pouch on her thigh. The girl sat quietly, the only sound from her being the soft shifts from the lock’s mechanism, the pins clicking lightly with every turn of her nimble fingers. The girls crystal-gaze narrowed as her focus intensified, the higher level of the lock giving her trouble as the GUI guided every moment of their confinement. The girls would have little time to put their respective plans into action as the heavy footsteps of kobolds finally sounded their presence in the chamber, their heavy breaths sounding hungrily as their rusted armor rattled with every movement of their massive forms. The pair of red-skinned reptiles peered at the cage with an almost sickening satisfaction in their eyes, as if their boredom suddenly disappeared with the appearance of the two girls. The bestial sounds pulled Relsialle out of her concentration as she turned to examine at the creatures observing the pair their sharpened spears pointed directly at the bars of the cage…daring the pair to move or to attempt escape. One of them finally spoke up with an almost haughty sense of satisfaction in its high-pitched broken English…”Two new playthings for the arena to train the pups…”

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

As Rue check the floor and walls for loose tiles, she glanced at Relsialle who gesture to see if she was fine. Rue give her a thumbs up as she continued to work. Moving to the bars to check their strength Relsialle gave and apologetic look and shrug at the younger sister. Rue waved in disapproval and a look that wanted her to remain focused. Checking the strength of the bars Rue would tug, pull and push trying to find structural weakness. The bars did not seem to have any weakness. Suddenly she felt the warmth of another's body and arms wrapped around the small girl."Relsialle, now's not the time". Rue's voice was weak and on the verge of breaking her calm tone. Holding her sisters' arms she, let the feeling of being held warm her. Turning around Rue faced Relsialle. Rue's eyes were watery and soft as she look into her sisters eyes, " I'm so glad you are okay". Rue would lean her head against her older sisters shoulder. The sounds of kobolds laughter brought the two back to the trial they faced. Rue tired to squeeze herself out of the bars if she removed her armor she might be able to escape. As she was half way out the sounds of footsteps could be heard and the grew louder with each passing moment. Relsialle nudged her and Rue pulled herself back and awaited the appearance of their captures. As the red skinned kobolds looked to the two girls Rue pulled Relsialle back fearing what they would do if they saw her tying to pick the lock. Putting herself between the kobolds and Relsialle she drew her sword and readied her shield for the kobolds. The pair of spearman held the spears at the bars almost tempting the girls to try to attack. Their haughty attitude and belief that they have the to girls beating, just because their behind bars could be helpful if they let their overconfidence get the better of them. Glaring at the satisfied kobolds as the spoke in their broken English, she would not let them harm a hair on Relsialle. By their words their intent would be to use the two girls as entertainment and practice for the wardogs. Rue could attack one, but it would not kill and they would come back with more. It's better to wait and see, if they leave maybe she could get out and get a key off of the guard or Relsialle could pick the lock. If they tried to take them away now it would be fine, once they open the door Rue would rush them. It's all up to what happens next.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle’s sea-blue eyes widened as the kobold’s declared their intention for their two newest captives, her hands pulling free of her work on the lock as Rue pulled her back from the steel spear heads..the troopers paced forward with sickening smiles on their faces. The pair of creatures were outfitted well, as far as kobolds went that is, the chainmail slightly rusted but doing well in covering their bodies and protecting vital areas, with piecemeal plates seemingly made from long discarded scraps of metal and the various armor of fallen warriors. Their weapons were well taken care of as well, the blackened steel well sharpened showing their higher place on the class hierarchy of the creatures, at least in the scope of what the thief had seen so far. Her hand shot on reflex to free three small needles from the small pouch on her bare thigh…the weapons placed at the ready in the cradle between each of her slender fingers, the only weapons capable of reaching their haughty captors at the moment. The pink-haired rogue’s eyes narrowed in disapproval as Rue wedged herself between the spears and herself, the tank nobly acting out her role even knowing how unwilling Relsialle was in allowing the younger girl to take damage for her...forcing her to grunt in disagreement but the lack of time and planning made her much more willing to accept her new-found bodyguard. She briefly considered making the attack but the situation pushed her to stay her hand...The pair would still be trapped even if the attack would make her feel better despite their captivity. The guards were vigilant despite their limited intelligence, their weapons trained on the ready swordswomen with hungry reptilian eyes focused on the pair. The kobolds were positioned back slightly, using their weapons to extend their reach as the sharpened point of their weapons lay just outside of the bar and ready to thrust in at any sudden moves. They soon were joined by two more of their kin, armored and dressed well like their counterparts, the crafty kobolds not taking any chances with their newest play things…the additions taking up a position on the other side of the exposed cage. Their breathing was deep, almost rhythmic as they stared at the pair, waiting for some signal or some sign that the diversion was ready in the far chamber in which they came. The barking of wolves was heard in the distance, the sudden sound echoing along the heavy walls of the prison chamber offering some sign as to the girl’s fate in which they were now destined.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

Putting herself between Relsialle and the kobolds. Rue could feel her big sisters dissatisfaction with Rue as the small tank wedged herself between the rogue and the kobold troopers. Even if she disliked being protected by the little sister she had to give in due to class and lack of preparation. The kobold's wore chainmail, that had been rusted but not completely it would still hold against an attack. There were bits of recycled pieces of armor strap on as an added protection. Was not a master piece by any means, but for kobolds they must be high up in the chain of command to receive such equipment. The spears that lay outside of the bars seemed to be of a better make and well taken care of, must of got them of adventures they captured. The stand of between Rue and the vigilant reptiles would soon end as two more equal well armed kobolds. The girls chances of forcing their way out when they wanted to move their captive decreased, but was still an option. Who knows how many more kobolds there are further in and how many wardogs they had. They two other kobolds moved to the other parts of the exposed bars, seems they were not taking chances on the two girls. This set up and amount of guards it looks like there going to transport their prisoners. If they where smart they would do it one at a time, which would be bad for the sisters. The barking of dogs echoed down the heavy walls of the prison, seems like the kobolds are rile them up before the send in their new playthings. (We can't let them lead us to the pens, even if we kill all of the wardogs then we would have to deal with all of the kobolds). Rue nudge her older sister, not looking at her to avoid drawing attention to her whispering."When they open the door throw your pins at the two on the sides. I'll handle the two in the front. we don't need to kill them, we just need to distract them long enough to get out of the cell. Inn a close quarters fight the spearman will be a at big disadvantage. Can you get the two at the same time"?

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle tensed slightly as she gripped the ready volley of sharpened needles tightly, forcing her fingers to strain slightly as she looked over the two new additions to their guard retinue, the same assumption crossing her mind that this was merely meant to be a temporary holding cell and not the true place that they would meet their end. The domesticated wolves that she had encountered earlier made her curious as to the true relationship between the monsters of the floor, the trained dire wolves long ago encountered when she had seen her first dungeon run with Kyo. Still the creatures were still rather week compared to the troopers that they were facing, the larger threat seemingly in front of them then the future they had hinted at. The choice between being a chew toy and a pin cushion still was vexing to the Irish thief, her hardened gaze shooting between both pairs of enemies and the teen that stood in front with her shield at the ready. Rue’s plan seemed solid, at least for the moment, the rogue considering the implications of the violent escape attempt although with a bit of snag on her part. Relsialle shook her head hinting that the small blades were only good for single target, but her powerful stun remained a viable option. “Can’t do…we will have to wait for them to transport us so I can get in close, then my two won’t be a problem…” The girl whispered, her words barely above a whisper as a kobold began to narrow its gaze to put a stop to their planning. The barks and bestial whines of the wolves in the far chamber seemed more spirited as if they were only mere moments away from making their debut as the newest distraction for whatever kobolds lay in wait for a show. One of the reptiles turned its head as if that was the signal to move the pair, its movements seemingly at ease hinting at this method, as well as the trap that brought them here, had been used before…and if the gore that surrounded them had anything to do with it, it was many times. The larger of the troopers moved forward as the remaining three braced themselves behind their long weapons…the points trained on the girls to await any form of escape attempt, his clawed hand moving to pull out a slender key… The cell was unlocked with a quick turn of its wrist, its eyes moving from the two captives to the small lock on the barred gate… (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 – 55hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 50hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 50hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 50hp) - Spear

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

Rue would snap her gaze back at the kobold leader his yellow eyes and her amber eyes stared each other down, if they were in the dark you would not be able to tell which on was human. That one was clearly the leader of the group. Once their out Rue would focus on killing the leader hopefully that would cause the others to flee at the sight of their leaders demise. The wolves seemed to be ready for their new toys their yelps and snarls could be heard clearly from their cell. The top snake motioned it's head as to command the other to open and get the prisoners out. Rue readied herself staring at the kobold as it moved to the door. It's claws fiddled with the key as it slid it in and turn the lock open. The click of the lock tempted Rue to flatten the kobold, but that would not work in their favour. No patience the time action would be soon, waiting for the right time is paramount. For now she would wait and go along with the kobolds. Not changing her stance the small girl glared at the kobold and the unlocked door waiting for their orders. If they wanted to take them separately Rue would put her arts to use and charge through taking out the leader and taking the damage allowing Relsialle to free herself. If not on transport Relsialle and Rue will spilt the group into two groups and take them down as fast as they can. The world felt slow as adrenalin or what her brain made her feel the effects of what adrenalin felt like. Her controlled breathing echoed off her ears the braking felt quitter as the approaching event would unfold and either end in a few moments or drag on in a tug of war. Rue expression would go blank and her eye calm and ready to kill.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 – 55hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 50hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 50hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 50hp) – Spear The standoff seemed as if was almost out of the introduction to an action film, in which the girls met eye to eye with the enemies that seemed bent on torturing and abusing them for their own ends. The quiet moment shared between them all seemed like the calm before the storm that would ultimately come between them as Rue’s plans seemingly played out, the wild Relsialle almost dragged along for the ride. The cell door opened with a sharp creak as the rusted joint sounded from the leader pulling the ancient gate to him, his comrade’s spears pointed directly at the girls awaiting their first movements and the attempt to escape that would ultimately come. The beasts seemed almost preprogrammed with such scenarios in their memory, as if trapped players had attempted numerous plans over the ages…each attempt carefully mapped within the behaviors of the cardinal systems memory. While it would make for a difficult and fun game to play in its previously harmless incarnation, it seemed in its new darker format, such features could hardly be called such. Rue was led out slowly, the monsters seeming hardly afraid of the girl’s shield as they used their sharpened polearms to keep the party at a distance as they attempted transport of their newest cargo. Relsialle was the next to come out of the threshold…the reptiles almost slowing her down purposefully to get a better eyeful of the less-than-modest musician, the tastes of the programmers possibly built into the behavior code that governed the monsters...or at least one could hope that the programming didn’t evolve such behavior patterns on its own. Just as she was led out, the thief seemed hell bent to do what she did best and hopefully control some measure of the situation as if it was any other battle. With a quick flick of her wrist, the pink-haired rogue let her blades fly to the nearest opponent, the thin needles burying themselves in the reptiles thick hide, forcing it to step backwards and waver slightly. The attack was just enough to distract it enough to let her slip by, her free hand shooting for the curved weapon…the copper colored blade beginning to glow dark crimson just as her fingers made contact. Her thin body darted to and fro quickly as the remaining spearhead thrusted in her direction, rolling her body just as the wicked weapon came inches away from her…just as predicted, the longer weapons having issues in the confined area in which the combat had now played itself out. Luckily for them, the dogs had offered much needed background noise as the sound of weapons clashing with armor was sounding like music in the air. (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 – 55hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 50hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 44hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 50hp) – Spear The copper blade pulled free as the nimble rogue rolled forward, Relsialle’s arm thrusting the glowing blade into her attacker’s ribs. Her sharpened features tensed as the seriousness of the situation seemed all too real to her, the fun that combat offered seeming hollow in the danger of the situation. Perhaps if she was alone the diversion would be still there? The question remaining buried in her subconscious as her dagger pulled free with a twist of her wrist…the trademark paralysis icon appearing next to the trooper’s health bar… (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 – 55hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 50hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 44hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 40hp) – Spear *Paralysis*

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

The rusted cell door snapped open, as the leader and one of the other kobolds held the spears out keeping the small tank at bay as they slowly lead her out. slowly moving out as the kobolds kept her at bay. Rue kept her shield in front of herself to keep the spears away from her body. Being lead out they moved to the older women next. Rue bided her time as she was stopped at spear point as they slowly lead Relsialle out, taking in the rouges less then modest clothing. Rue glared at the kobolds, wondering why the programmers would put lust into the kobold's behaviour. Moving their spears forward forcing the small girl to move backward. Rue saw Relsialle flicked her wrist as the pins buried themselves into one of the kobold making it step back I surprised and pain. Dodging the confined spear thrust her dragger glowed with dark crimson as she plunged in the kobolds ribs, causing it to seize up with the paralyze statue appearing on the kobold. While Rue waited for her opportunity as Relsialle struck first. Think about what to do, she could attack normally the barking offered as white noise muffling combat making reinforcements unlikely. A safe drawn out fight could mitigate damage, but it could also do more harm then good they were still out numbered. These kobolds have shown a chain of command. Rue did the math given the enemies strength and health relative to her damage and arts. Her counter would be enough to one shot the leader if she took a hit from one of them. The damage she would receive would be negligible and taking out their leader would affect their combat ability making the fight quicker and easy. As the two leading Rue would look in surprised as Relsialle attacked Rue charged forward activating her art. Her body glowed with a yellow aura as she yelled to get their attention. One of the kobold panicked as it thrusted it's spear at the girl, normally she would knock it away with her shield, but this time she let it slip past. The spear buried into Rue's side not doing very much to the tank. Her aura focused into her sword glowing red as she pushed her sword into the leader's chest. Piercing through it's armour and vaporizing the leader into blue bits. Brining her shield down snapping the other kobold's spear point off the kobold was left with a splintered stick as the amber eyed girl leered at him. Reading herself to pick off the next one, Rue put her shield forward and help her blade at the ready. Even if the spear did little to no damage, having it stuck into her lower half still hurt as she moved around..

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv1 Relsialle lifted a brow at the quick dispatch of the leader as the quick detonation of digital information showered them both…an event that only a week before would seem highly unlikely, especially in their chaotic earlier encounter in the depths of the dungeon at their first meeting. The pair had come a long way since then, their power multiplying steeply given the additional sword arts that both now possessed…Although Rue seemed much more eager to show off in the speed that was necessary in their rather dangerous situation. The battle tempo fired off on all cylinders as the sudden death of the leader pushed the combat into high gear, the rapid fire of blows seeming like a blur. (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 –0hp) – Spear *Dead!* (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 50hp) - Staff (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 44hp) - Spear (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 40hp) – Spear *Paralysis* The second Kobold screeched as its comrade fell, the high level creature seeming undeterred at the death of their leader, the discipline of the troops seeming almost remarkable given their lower place in the grand scheme of the floor-based system…a credit to their place in the hierarchy and humanoids in general. The snapping of its weapon in the small tank was surprising to say the least, a short pause ushered in by the brave moment of self-sacrifice, ending quickly as it adapted to its new weapon…interestingly enough, better suited to the close range combat that the kobold had found itself in. The broken staff rose up before raining blows in Rues direction, finally ceasing as a strong kick fired out as a means to break the rhythm of strikes. Relsialle rolled right, the gurgling sounds of the unfortunate paralyzed kobold broken with intermittent pitiful screeches spoke to the efficiency in which the girls worked. Her blade pulled free as she flicked it to the side in the effort to clear the dark blood from its edge…the imagery flaking away as the digital content refreshed to reveal a clean blade once more. The rogue’s recovery was a measure too slow as the distracted Kobold recovered and thrust its weapon forward…the black leaf-shaped blade catching her in the ribs just as she moved to dodge…a fraction of a second too slow. The blow made the girl shudder as a second crimson glow washed over her blade, her teeth gritting as the pain railed through her torso…the digital red mark over her avatar slowly disappearing to reveal the stain of blood on her black leather chest plate. The thief shudder a moment as her second sword art pulsed, forcing a pained smile to come over her features…”Well, might as well let the cat out of the bag…” The pink-haired musician chided, managing to joke through the damage that she took in good measure. The curved weapon thrust forward, ripping through the creature as it pulled back for yet another strike…two long slashes following in quick succession as the Irishwoman finally revealed her own second special attack. However one could easily assume that a simple damage art wouldn’t do her justice, and that guess would turn out to be right as the poison icon flashed over the name of her newest victim… (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 –0hp) – Spear *Dead!* (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 50hp) - Staff (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 16hp) - Spear *Poison* (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 40hp) – Spear *Paralysis*

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

The kobold looked unfazed by the death of their leader. Adapting to his new make shift staff and going on the offensive. This surprised Rue thinking that taking down the leader would at least give them some pause, it's seems that the programmers decided that they were well trained and mentally strong. The kobold struck at the small girl giving her no time to attack as the sound of wood on wood filled the prison. Rue held her ground at the kobold's fury. The strikes were fast but lacked power or accuracy, Rue bided her time as she checked on Relsialle. The kobolds she paralyzed stayed frozen as she rolled to the right. She took a blow from the second kobold, but it did seem to draw blood. Not letting herself get distracted by her sisters injury she kept up her guard. The kobold stop it's furies of strikes and moved to kick the girls shield. Taking this opportunity to attack she brought her right side back and pushed her left side forward, pushing the kobold's supporting leg off balance as she angled her blade to the right as she moved in. The kobold's neck fell onto the small girl's blade as she dragged it across it's neck moving to it's left side. The kobold fell off her blade in surprise as it fell to the floor the sounds of blood sprayed out as it pooled on the floor. Rue grabbed the spear head that was still embedded in her right side and pulled it out. A average amount of blood escaped from her wound as she dropped it on the ground. The pain jolted through her body, but felt release from the constant poking of the embedded spearhead. "Guess the cats out of the bag". The puckish women still kept up her joking manner like she always did, as Rue put half her focus on the downed Kobold and readied herself for a sneak attack. She's not going to make the same mistake twice, the kobold was still there meaning it's alive. With the other half on the rouge she would thrust forward and follow up with two strikes on the staggered kobold. The attack was quick, but the piece de resistance was the added status effect draining the kobolds health. Putting her full attention on the downed kobold she would chide in on the rouge's words. " Guess you learned a thing or two from your last encounter, must be nice to be the poisoner instead of the poisoned". Rue's tone was calm, but she jabbed at the rouge Relsialle seemed to rub off on the younger sister.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 –0hp) – Spear *Dead!* (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 25hp) - Staff (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 12hp) - Spear *Poison* (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 40hp) – Spear *Paralysis* The combat’s skill level seemed miles away from their last encounter together as the enemy’s health began quickly dwindling, the reptiles hardly keeping place with the quick and efficient movements of the pair of girls. Relsialle grinned at Rue’s observation, offering a quick wink and nod at the statement, the younger tank guessing the inspiration for her new sword art nearly immediately, “Inspiration has got to come from somewhere!” The thief answered quickly to Rue’s jest, the green status icon above her opponent pulsing as it signaled the toxins once more taking health away from her victim. The crafty aspect of the status effect remained hidden for now, the chain of sword arts unable to be truly harnessed given the greater numbers of their prey in this situation, but still even in single use it had shown its utility quite well. The pink-haired musician turned her eyes back to the poisoned trooper just as it feigned another strike, flipping the spear around to use the butt of the weapon as a club…switching the ends of the weapon in a quick, single motion. The Irishwoman widened her eyes as the kobolds showed more and more their superiority over the beasts of the forests she regularly encountered. Relsialle rolled to the right, stepping forward to take advantage of the weakened creature’s long reach, the opposing weapon close enough to her to stir a few strands of her samurai-style ponytail. Her dagger pushed forward just as she closed the gap, her smile turning into a grin as the weapon tore into the poisoned enemy…black blood draining down her arm until she pulled the curved blade free and the monster exploded into a hail of blue pixels to join its leader in deletion. (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 –0hp) – *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 25hp) - Staff (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 0hp) - *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 40hp) – Spear *Paralysis* Rue’s kobold screeched loudly as its blood flowed loose, quickly backing off as Rue shifted her attention to Relsialle. The creature growled as it managed to compose itself, rage easily overpowering pain and suffering in the thick of combat, especially as the girls seemingly toyed with the group easily in their elevated state. The broken staff whipped to the side in the effort to shift the wooden shield away from the smaller female, a kick following quickly to signal another rain of blows falling from above to keep the teenage tank busy.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

*Let's hope you find a different type of inspiration next time". Looking away from the rouge as she offered a playful retort as always. Rue thought that these kobolds would be little more threatening. Rue only learned that taking out leadership is apparently pointless for intelligent monsters, that mimic human hierarchy. The kobold would screech at Rue as the blood pour from it's neck, how it was still able to make noise was lost on the small tank. Backing off and pushing through the pain, it whipped it staff to the side trying to knock the shield out of the away from the tank. Moving with the force of the strike the small girl moved to it's back in a quick motion. It's kick hit the air sending him off balance as Rue pushed the kobold, causing it to fall on it's face. Stepping on it's back pushing the creature down and holding him down, she would slice clean through the kobolds neck sending it off it's body as it turned to blue dust. Turing herself to the frozen kobold her amber eyes focused on the helpless monster. Putting her left foot forward and her sword out and front and ready to cut down the last of the group. "Time to end this sis, i'll go high you go low". Giving a small glance to her sister as she spoke calmly. Rue charged forward angling her blade to the right aiming directly at the kobold's neck and spine. Swinging down as she hit the kobold's left side she would use the momentum to cleave through the kobold's bone and flesh.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 –0hp) – *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 0hp) - *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 0hp) - *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 26hp) – Spear *Paralysis* Relsialle gave a short pause as she took in a deep breath, the combat quick enough to force her to push air into her lungs on impulse. The desire was interesting given the lack of oxygen or even need to breathe is such a place, the virtual reality playing on her body’s natural impulses as if it was really air that she was taking in. The vexing problem made her smile fade as her subconscious worked on the problem, Rue’s retort forcing her out of her deep thoughts for the moment. The thief’s eyebrow lifted at the response finally prompting her the offer a shrug, “What better inspiration is there than to take from NPC’s, especially the ones that give us the most trouble…” The girl answered seriously for the moment, her crafty smile forming once more at her intelligent response. “Besides Shadeclaw was a pain in the ass, good thing to learn from at any rate…” She added, her accented words shifting back to her natural playfulness. Rue motioned to the paralyzed kobold with a promptness that the pink-haired musician expected. The thought of finishing helpless creatures still made her unsettled, even if they were the ones that attempted to kill her, a feeling made even worse by the fact that their helpless situation was cause by her in-fact. The pink-haired rogue shrugged a moment in displeasure before lifting her dagger again, the sound of Rue’s sword impacting the frozen creature made the sickening scene all the worse…sounding like a mixture of a metallic thud and suction of flesh being cleaved. A soft sigh left her as she brought the weapon down, taking comfort in the quick efficient kill. (Kobold Trooper Lead L3 –0hp) – *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #1 L3 – 0hp) - *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #2 L3 – 0hp) - *DEAD!* (Kobold Trooper #3 L3 – 0hp) – *DEAD!* The stricken Kobold made a sharp cry as the curved weapon joined the teen’s longsword, linger a moment before being twisted away…blood pooling on the ground until it too shattered into digital information like the others, leaving the gore covered chamber in a moment of calm. As Relsialle looked up, she offered a quick nod to her counterpart, her crystal blue gaze turning to observe the exit…the only way out it seemed was right into the mass of barks and howls that they were being led to.

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