Hyrule Hunters (Closed)

[Stok]

Garvii: In The Woods, Within Dashing Distance of the Traps

The crowd of monsters recoiled from Garvii and his furious outbursts. All except two red ones, whom were too slow. They fell at Garvii's feet for the reaper to take as their blue counterpart (the one with plenty of needles sticking out of it) charged into the fray. It thrust it's sword into Garvii with a vengeance. Though his feathered hide was tough, more blood peppered the dirt than before. He could tell that strike would have been quite harsh for one less hardy than he.

In fact, between the friendly fire and all, Garvii could surmise either of the two other warriors might have been shredded by the onslaught. Garvii noticed a portion of the horde begin to break away as Saife called to them. They were spearheaded by two Blue Bokos charging headlong into the fog. Thankfully, this left him with only four to deal with, all with pins sticking out of them to boot.

Wernburger (7 damage, adjusted)
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Saife: Behind the Traps, Manipulating the Battlefield.

Her fog did it's job well, as she lured in the fodder. They were waiving their weapons above their heads and screeching even louder than before. Truly they felt under attack, to be sure. Even more so as the first blue Boko plunged into one of the spiked pits. He wailed in pain for a few moments before falling silent, and the others halted their frantic advance. Only too late. A red one plunged to their doom next. Panicked, they scattered in all directions, too stupid to know what was happening.

Saife could make out the deaths of a third, then a fourth, and finally a fifth. Until the last was a shadow before her in the mist. It seemed to have just noticed her, and snorted unsure snorts at whether it was worth it to continue fighting. Then, it's baser instincts took over and it charged. When it drew near she could see it was blue, now ten feet from her.

JayGreen
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Dragon: Royal Guard Training Camp, Picking Fights

Thump, thump, thump, went Dragon's fists on the Moblin's stomach. Either he hadn't warmed up properly, or Dragon was lacking the raw physical strength to deal damage. It felt like punching hard leather armor. The monstrous toothy grin the Moblin gave looking down at Dragon was bone-chilling.

Just after Dragon's last strike, the Moblin took his club with a wide grip and smacked dragon with it like breaching double doors with a battering ram. The end of the club connected with his whole torso and he flew back several feet. Next thing he knew, he spit out a bit of blood. Nothing had given him a single hit of that magnitude until that moment. To his credit, he had landed on his feet and was still standing.

Just_Dragon (8 bludgeoning damage)

 

[Just_Dragon]

Dragon: Royal Guard Training Camp, Picking Fights

Thump, thump, thump, went Dragon's fists on the Moblin's stomach. Either he hadn't warmed up properly, or Dragon was lacking the raw physical strength to deal damage. It felt like punching hard leather armor. The monstrous toothy grin the Moblin gave looking down at Dragon was bone-chilling.

Just after Dragon's last strike, the Moblin took his club with a wide grip and smacked dragon with it like breaching double doors with a battering ram. The end of the club connected with his whole torso and he flew back several feet. Next thing he knew, he spit out a bit of blood. Nothing had given him a single hit of that magnitude until that moment. To his credit, he had landed on his feet and was still standing.

(8 bludgeoning damage)

Hp: 37/45​

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Dragon turned towards the Moblin's club, figuring he could dodge but he was sorely mistaken. Dragon was flung across the ground, slamming onto it three whole times before he managed to plant his feet on ghe ground and come to a sliding stop. He heaved, let his face fall towards the ground, and spit out blood.

"Ok.. got it-"

He closed the distance once again, but instead of running towards the beast's front, he ran towards the back! Right before he got there, he lifted one of his feet while letting the other drag against the ground. He came to another sliding stop, right behind his foe. Then, he shot that foot towards the back of the Moblin's knee. On it's way there, though, his foot would ignite! He might as well see if that'll help things.

After that attack, his fists would be enveloped in that same flame before he dished out two punches towards his foe's back!​

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Strike one- 19 to hit, 15 damage [rolled a 5, +6, +4]
Strike two- 4 to hit, 16 damage [6, +6, +4]
Strike three- 13 to hit, 13 damage [ 3, +6, +4]​

 

[JayGreen]

Saife: Behind the Traps, Manipulating the Battlefield.

Her fog did it's job well, as she lured in the fodder. They were waiving their weapons above their heads and screeching even louder than before. Truly they felt under attack, to be sure. Even more so as the first blue Boko plunged into one of the spiked pits. He wailed in pain for a few moments before falling silent, and the others halted their frantic advance. Only too late. A red one plunged to their doom next. Panicked, they scattered in all directions, too stupid to know what was happening.

Saife could make out the deaths of a third, then a fourth, and finally a fifth. Until the last was a shadow before her in the mist. It seemed to have just noticed her, and snorted unsure snorts at whether it was worth it to continue fighting. Then, it's baser instincts took over and it charged. When it drew near she could see it was blue, now ten feet from her.

Saife counted yelps and screams of bokoblins falling to their deaths. One corner of her mouth raised almost imperceptibly. Traps worked as planned. But even as she was pleased about that, her thoughts raced ahead to the Moblin. How was Dragon doing? Did any bokoblins hang back? They needed to get there soon.

She was listening out for the Rito as well. He made it easy for her with his heavy weapon and low grunts and vocalizations. He seemed to be doing fine. She felt a small pang of worry. Did she injure him? He seemed tough, but she hadn't seen him in battle before.

As the thoughts flashed through her mind, she noticed the blue one a bit too late and swore. Concentrate, Saife. She moved backwards, light on her feet, drawing arrows as she went. One. Two, as she was putting distance between them. She didn't want to get caught up in melee.

First attack - 14 to hit, 12 dmg
Second attack - 22 to hit, 9 dmg
Moving her full speed away from bokoblin

Arrows - 14/20

 

[Silly Little Guy]

Nephillim: Woodland Stable, Being Hunted

As Nephillim reached for his dagger, Aris noticed the movement. She furrowed her brow in confusion. She could tell Nephillim meant her no harm by the way he looked past her, not at her. So she was not scared of him, but indeed a chill ran up her spine. This man was quiet, and clearly thoughtful. He would not do something like that for nothing. Still, Aris was not a warrior of any kind. Nor a survivalist. She didn't have the instincts that Nephillim had, therefore she wasn't sure what to do.

The "stick," Nephillim had caught sight of sprang forward from it's arched position. The string could be heard from this distance to give a slight *thwip* and out of the bush soared an arrow. Straight towards Aris. It caught her in the back of the arm and she leaped off of the barrel, stumbling towards the back of one of the stables.

"AHHHH," She had clearly never experienced this level of pain before from the way she cried out. Nephillim could see the bow begin to cock back slowly to fire a second arrow now. This time aimed at him.

Silly Little Guy (Roll Perception)

Well shit. That made this job more complicated. He couldn’t just leave her there exactly. But if he didn’t do something then he’d get shot to. Who was the target here even? Him or Aris? Too many thoughts were running through his mind and he didn’t have enough time to sort through them. He was the target now. It didn’t matter if they viewed him as a complication or a target

He looked over at Aris to see her stumbling into one of the stables. Good. If she was out of range then he wouldn’t need to worry about her as much. He had to shift his focus to stopping these people. Or hopefully it was just one person. He had to imagine the worst case scenario though. It could be multiple enemies. He had to be prepared for that

He called back to Aris “Stay there and stay quiet. Apply some pressure to that wound, I’ll help you with that more later” Keeping Aris calm would be important too. He turned towards the entrance and took a deep breath before running towards it. He stayed off to the side just out of range and shut the door. Hopefully he could force them into close range so he could use his daggers…

Perception: 8 + 5 = 13

 

[Wernburger]

Garvii: In The Woods, Within Dashing Distance of the Traps

The crowd of monsters recoiled from Garvii and his furious outbursts. All except two red ones, whom were too slow. They fell at Garvii's feet for the reaper to take as their blue counterpart (the one with plenty of needles sticking out of it) charged into the fray. It thrust it's sword into Garvii with a vengeance. Though his feathered hide was tough, more blood peppered the dirt than before. He could tell that strike would have been quite harsh for one less hardy than he.

In fact, between the friendly fire and all, Garvii could surmise either of the two other warriors might have been shredded by the onslaught. Garvii noticed a portion of the horde begin to break away as Saife called to them. They were spearheaded by two Blue Bokos charging headlong into the fog. Thankfully, this left him with only four to deal with, all with pins sticking out of them to boot.

Wernburger (7 damage, adjusted)

As he became damaged in this melee, he grew less aware of his surroundings and minded his comrades endeavors less. The edges of his vision brimmed with a vibrant red bloodiness.

Garvii roared at the blue enemy that wounded him. He pivoted and rushed him swinging his blade in a continuous vertical slashing motion tearing though the group's position.

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First attack: 9 to hit, 9 dmg
Second attack: 24 to hit, 16 dmg

 

[Stok]

Saife: The Trapline, Felling her Foes

The last Blue Bokoblin dropped to it's knees stiffly, two arrows in it's body. From the immediate silence around her, she was sure the group whom had pursued her had been vanquished. The skirmish towards the camp was still clearly happening, however. That task before her had not ended, despite this little victory. She needed to make haste, if she wanted to put these accumulating anxieties to rest.

JayGreen (Garvii's group is within ranged distance)
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Garvii: Within The Treeline, Berserking

Garvii's first strike at the thorn in his side was too wild. His singular focus was waning as his rage endured. The second more than made up for it, as it obliterated the Boko. The monster fell to pieces as Garvii rounded on the others, whom rushed him in turn. The three that were left, that is.

One was simply not confident, given the beast going crazy with bloodlust before it. His swing whiffed entirely. The next two caught Garvii on one side of the beak, and then the other. Solid contact, but of course Garvii's jaw was like dragon's bone, and he continued to endure.

Wernburger (6 damage, adjusted)
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Dragon: Moblin Camp, Picking up Speed

The Moblin stood ready to meet Dragon head on, wielding it's club defensively. Then, all of a sudden the tiny pointy eared pest was behind him, and a sharp pain shot up it's back. It burned, this strike from the hylian. He grunted and quickly turned to meet Dragon face to face once more. Dragon noticed the singe where his kick had connected with the Moblin's back, and knew that it was effective. Still, even though Dragon knew that was solid Saife's advice came to mind. It was clearly the blue flame which did the bulk of the damage there, not the bludgeoning of his foot.

The next two strikes were shallow, and the Moblin caught them both on his massive hunk of wood. Dragon only left singe marks on it's surface, but no meaningful damage. Then it was the Moblin's turn to retaliate again.

He brought a single overhead strike down towards Dragon. The warrior was nearly able to get out of the way, but the Moblin had taken advantage of the hang time at the end of his combo. Like a mighty oak felled by a woodsman the slab of wood came crashing down on Dragon's shoulder, just before he was clear of the blow. Now, clearly the Moblin expected Dragon to completely crumple under the weight of a direct blow aided by gravity. When Dragon didn't, the Moblin was no less than astonished.

That is not to say the strike did nothing. Dragon was fairly certain something in his shoulder broke. Moving that arm would most assuredly mean pain from now on. Stay on his feet, however, Dragon did. Holding the club on his shoulder a moment like a construction worker carrying a load.

Just_Dragon (8 damage)
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[Stok]

Nephillim: In the Stables, Hunkering Down

Nephillim could hear the attacker move clumsily through the brush and towards his position. At the same time, he heard the goings on of the ambush elsewhere in the camp. The firing and placing of arrows coupled with yells of alarm from the residents. These things let him know his suspicions were correct, there was in fact a group. The one he should be most concerned with, however, had taken his bait. Before long the Blue Boko was within view through the cracks in the stable's structure. Nephillim could guage the distance well, right up until the thing was about to come around the corner...

Silly Little Guy

 

[Wernburger]

Garvii: Within The Treeline, Berserking

Garvii's first strike at the thorn in his side was too wild. His singular focus was waning as his rage endured. The second more than made up for it, as it obliterated the Boko. The monster fell to pieces as Garvii rounded on the others, whom rushed him in turn. The three that were left, that is.

One was simply not confident, given the beast going crazy with bloodlust before it. His swing whiffed entirely. The next two caught Garvii on one side of the beak, and then the other. Solid contact, but of course Garvii's jaw was like dragon's bone, and he continued to endure.

Wernburger (6 damage, adjusted)

Garvii split the boko in twain. He was tearing through his foes like paper and the scattered remains of the fallen littered the ground around him with blood splattered about the area. Each eliminated creature acted as a stinging reminder of his time in the Tabantha ranges being hounded and pestered by these beasts regularly. In this moment, he hated them with his whole being.

He felt fear building in the snarling monsters and it urged him to levy a blood-curdling scream at them.

"BE GONE FILTH!" he roared ...

... and charged them swing his blade as he cursed their name. He meant to demoralize them completely.

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Intimidation Roll: 14
1st attack: 16 to hit, 13 dmg
2nd attack: 9 to hit, 9 dmg

 

[Silly Little Guy]

Nephillim: In the Stables, Hunkering Down

Nephillim could hear the attacker move clumsily through the brush and towards his position. At the same time, he heard the goings on of the ambush elsewhere in the camp. The firing and placing of arrows coupled with yells of alarm from the residents. These things let him know his suspicions were correct, there was in fact a group. The one he should be most concerned with, however, had taken his bait. Before long the Blue Boko was within view through the cracks in the stable's structure. Nephillim could guage the distance well, right up until the thing was about to come around the corner...

Silly Little Guy

Nephillim heard the sounds of chaos throughout the camp and scowled. That wasn’t good. That meant there was a group of them… He’d handle that part later. For now his priority had to be taking care of this one. Then Aris. Though taking care of each in very different ways… He had to get the Blue Boko out of commission so he could care for Aris’s wound

Once the Blue Boko came up to the stall opening he took his chance and slashed out at it. He needed to kill this thing as quickly as possible. Knock it unconscious. Whatever. As long as it would stop bothering him. Hopefully he could dodge any attacks. They were in an enclosed space though… He had given himself both an advantage and a disadvantage it seemed

First Attack: 6 + 3 = 9 to hit 4 + 2 = 6 damage

Second Attack: 15 + 3 = 18 to hit 3 + 2 = 5 damage

 

[Just_Dragon]

Dragon: Moblin Camp, Picking up Speed

The Moblin stood ready to meet Dragon head on, wielding it's club defensively. Then, all of a sudden the tiny pointy eared pest was behind him, and a sharp pain shot up it's back. It burned, this strike from the hylian. He grunted and quickly turned to meet Dragon face to face once more. Dragon noticed the singe where his kick had connected with the Moblin's back, and knew that it was effective. Still, even though Dragon knew that was solid Saife's advice came to mind. It was clearly the blue flame which did the bulk of the damage there, not the bludgeoning of his foot.

The next two strikes were shallow, and the Moblin caught them both on his massive hunk of wood. Dragon only left singe marks on it's surface, but no meaningful damage. Then it was the Moblin's turn to retaliate again.

He brought a single overhead strike down towards Dragon. The warrior was nearly able to get out of the way, but the Moblin had taken advantage of the hang time at the end of his combo. Like a mighty oak felled by a woodsman the slab of wood came crashing down on Dragon's shoulder, just before he was clear of the blow. Now, clearly the Moblin expected Dragon to completely crumple under the weight of a direct blow aided by gravity. When Dragon didn't, the Moblin was no less than astonished.

That is not to say the strike did nothing. Dragon was fairly certain something in his shoulder broke. Moving that arm would most assuredly mean pain from now on. Stay on his feet, however, Dragon did. Holding the club on his shoulder a moment like a construction worker carrying a load.

HP: 29/35​

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That overhead strike was met with the immediate reaction of trying to get out of the way, since being struck like that would definitely not end well. However, it seemed like he was too late. So as the club was swung towards his body, Dragon spread his legs and planted his feet on the ground, holding his arms out as he prepared himself to catch the attack! When it slammed into his shoulder, he felt a sharp.. intense pain run through his body. He's broken bones before, and he can gauge well enough on if something's broken or not. This is one of those times.. he's pretty sure.

He didn't scream or shout.. he almost did though, in the form of a somewhat loud and pained grunt that went past his teeth. He thinks it's safe to say that his attacks aren't doing.. enough. Not enough to make it safe to continue on with his little bet with himself. His eyebrows furrowed a bit as he hung his head, grumbling under his breath as he used his good arm.. his right arm, to push the club off of his shoulder.. and then? Why he dashed towards the Moblin. He's a fair bit upset with the results of his little test, but now wasn't the time to cry about it. Otherwise he'll be dead. What could he do now though? He left both of his blades in the ground..

Oh, right. The boomerang, he never stuck that into the ground.

The Hylian reached at his hip, wrapping his hand around the grip of the boomerang, and he pulled the thing out with his good arm. He was avoiding using his left one for now since he didn't want to make whatever injury he sustained any worse. Regardless, he aimed to slide between the Moblin's legs, hoping to slip behind his foe once more. If he were able to, instead of getting up, right away, Dragon swung the bladed boomerang at both of the Moblin's heels! Once for one heel, again for the other.

Only then would he push himself into an upright position, and attempt to slash at the Moblin's back.
Sharp object used.​

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First attack- 10 to hit, 8 damage [rolled a 2, +6]
Second- 14 to hit, 13 damage [rolled a 7, +6]
Third- 16 to hit, 7 damage [rolled a 1, +6]​