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Alright, the Grand Emperor felt like that was long enough. He listened to the crowd, to see if they were pumped up enough yet.

"Kill them already!!!"
"Make them bleed!!!"
"Let's see some gore!!!"
"Tear them apart!!!"
"Entrails! Entrails! Entrails!!!"

Yeah, they were pumped enough.

"Alright! May the bloodshed begin!!!"

After the go ahead was given, the announcer began to speak.

"Aaaaalright everyone, let's hear it for our first combatants! Found roaming wild in the Underworld, half-starved and driven to a frenzy just moments before, you know em you love em, its the HEEELLHOUNDS!!!"

After the introduction, the gates to the arena opened, and what appeared to be black Mastiffs stampeded out of them. And stampeded was the proper word, as these things were as big as grizzly bears. Their glowing red eyes sparked with near rabid fury, and they tore toward their chosen targets.

They each picked one, except for a few. Three unlucky fighters ended p getting two to target them. Or rather, a few unlucky- oh whatever.

The hounds closed the distance to the group with startling speed, and attacked viciously.

Spoiler

Everyone has been targeted by a Hellhound. The unluckies who got two are:

Dan,
Ilene,
And Da SQUAAAAAAAAAAAD. (meaning the Norkotians)

All Hellhounds are the same currently:

HP: 5/5

Actions:
Run. (closing distance to targets)
Lunge. (attempting to bite and cause damage)


 

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Big, mindless, and powerful. Was that supposed to be scary? Don't get him wrong, if Ed had to choose between technique or power he'd choose power every time. Those that couldn't do but insisted on teaching only reinforced that viewpoint. But if one didn't have to choose, then there was a clear vertical limit that could be reached by mindless strength alone and the only way to reach higher was to turn your brain on and tailor technique to suit that strength.

Ed really didn't look like much of a threat. Just some dude wearing all black that likely thought he was a big deal because he had a gun. The fact that the man didn't seem to react fast enough to actually unsling his rifle or even have the foresight to have it ready only sealed his fate in the eyes of the crowd as a lone hellhound hurtled at him jaws wide. What was one man going to do to a magical beast of that caliber with his bare hands? Punch it?

Lunging forward with the hellhounds teeth narrowly missing his right ear Ed proceeded to do just that. And as Ed's fist impacted the beasts chest a little game started called 'what is my visual spectrum?'

A practitioner of shadow magic that couldn't see shadows was like an idiot with a katana that didn't believe footwork and swordsmanship were a required combination. Sure one could hide thier capacity when they didn't want to upset people..... But when you want to make a statement?

Flesh collided into magical power and repeat as Ed's shadow magic enhanced punch forced back flesh into collision with the beasts magical power that was forced back into collision with flesh, on rapid repeat. Collisions weren't exactly tame were they? Fortunately for those that weren't quite inclined to describe every little nuance in casual conversation the was a shorter version.

[Dragon Tooth]

The hellhound that had chosen death erupted backwards in an expanding cloud of vicera and residual flame. One punch to set the tone for the first wave. And the tone was contempt.

Spoiler

Name: Ed

HP: 5

San: 5

Actions:

Free: Counter-Attack - avoid damage and deal one damage

Saved action: attack +1 damage

Action one: attack +1 damage

Action two: attack +1 damage

Action three: attack +1 damage

Total damage done to hellhound: 5

Hellhound deleted.

Buff held: +2

Special Skills retained

Advanced buff x1

Area defense x1

Counter-Attack x1

 

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And with much ado, the battle had begun. Giant, hellish dogs were now rushing out of their hidden cages and racing toward the apparent gladiators. Locked and loaded, Murray and his squad found a total of three hounds rushing toward them, and while a few of the defenders got weak-kneed, the braver (or crazier) ones stood their ground and let loose. Led bullets and pellets came flying forth, cutting through flesh and splattering blood left and right. Yet the big canines were sturdy, and it took a great many bullets to even slow them down. Murray found one barreling directly toward him. He emptied everything his revolvers had, while a couple of his nearby allies also fired upon it, yet it continued straight-on toward him. There would be no time to reload before the beast was upon him, and Murray had no close range weapon.

However, no gunslinger is a proper gunslinger without a backup plan. Naturally, Murray had one more gun hidden in his boot, which he quickly drew out as the dog entered ten yards. At five yards he had the gun raised. At one yard, the hound pouched, but Murray was already leaping to the right. The hound's forward momentum caused it to sail past Murray, who now directed his backup gun at the hound as they passed each-other mid-air. There was a single bang, and the dog landed to the ground and tumbled into a lifeless heap, while hit the dirt with a triumphant "oof!". 

Meanwhile, the rest of his squad was firing at the other two charging beasts. But despite the sheer number of guns being fired, the quality of the hits were not as good as the ones Murray had managed, in no small part because most of the SQUAAAD was using shotguns rather than rifles or pistols. Even so, they were wounding the hounds and slowing them down, hopefully buying themselves some time for someone else to finish the job...

Spoiler

Name: Jack Murray

Health: 5

Sanity: 5

Action 1 - Attack: Hound 1 = auto-success

Action 2 - Attack: Hound 1 = auto-success

Action 3 - Attack: Hound 1 = auto-success

Action 4 (banked) - Attack: Hound 1 = auto-success

Counter-attack (free use) - Hound 1 = auto-success - target eliminated


Name: SQUAAAD

Health: 3

Sanity: 5

Action 1 - Attack: Hound 2 = auto-success

Action 2 - Attack: Hound 2 = auto-success

Action 3 - Attack: Hound 3 = auto-success

Action 4 (banked) - Attack: Hound 3 = auto-success

 

(Hound 2 and Hound 3 at 3/5 hp)

 

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@EpicRome23

...Vlad's overconfidence rapidly vanished as soon as the cold steel had touched his neck. He struggled to gulp, his Adam's apple twitched under the blade. The engineer slowly moved up his gaze from the sword toward the woman in a black armor. He couldn't see her face in detail with her visor lifted up ever so slightly. Yet seeing her sadistic grin was enough for him to feel himself even more uncomfortable. Oh Mother Gaia, how gleefully she was describing all the atrocities he - of all people! - would commit for the sake of someone's entertainment! Oh, how she enjoyed humiliating him, calling him cannon fodder... after all he had endured!

And yet, Vlad was holding himself back. Only a fool would provoke such an opponent (definitely, Shadow Guard was NOT shaped like a friend at all) even further up to a bloodshed. And he was no fool. He was silent during the Guard's entire monologue. Neither did he say anything to her after she'd removed the blade. He carelessly wiped out the traces of blood on his neck and gazed back at the guard one last time. Better not to make any contacts with that lady anymore, he thought to himself. Point taken, lesson learned. There was a fleeting and vile moment, however - a moment where he asked himself whether she would grin like that when a gun barrel is put just under her chin...  But the young emperor's shout distracted him from fixating on that power fantasy.

"Alright! May the bloodshed begin!!!"

No more rivalries, then. The game was on.


A pack of pitch-black quadrupedal beasts rushed through the opened gates toward the combatants. Before Vlad could react, one of them had split from the pack and suddenly jumped at him with its jaw wide open. Driven by a familiar instinct, Vlad turned the gun upside-down and smashed the beast's snout with a stock. The beast was propelled a few meters away and hit the ground. The moment later, it was on its four already. Then it charged at Vlad with a deep, terrifying roar. Only a grazing shot from the engineer's rifle made it stop its attack.

For a few moments the man and the beast were walking in circles, assessing each other. Vlad used this pause to catch the breath and examine his opponent, while attempting not to accidentally meet its eyes. It was a large sized dog with black short-haired fur, some kind of hound (Vlad couldn't determine the exact breed of it, thus nothing was there to say about it). Its bare teeth we covered in saliva and blood, which was dripping from the freshly broken nose. There was periodic growling coming from the dog-beast, indicating on ever-persistent threat. Vlad watched its movements carefully - he was already convinced it was insanely fast. One step forward, one careless noise - and his testicles will be sandwiched between its fangs.

Truth be told, Vlad had no desire to take down the beast, at least the straight way. Chhitten, furnace zombies - granted, they were hideous and not tied to Vlad's world. But this... was a dog. An earthbound creature, a being with feelings. And yet it was a threat, a reason to overcome any sentiments for the sake of self defense...

They kept walking around, yet they know - the man and the beast - their roundabout wouldn't last forever. This wasn't what audience wanted, after all. 

"They want a spectacle, huh?" - Vlad thought. - "Fine then."

*shk-chk*

The click of a gun pump had disturbed the dog, which was kind of intended. The hound barked angrily and launched itself at Vlad. He lowered his aim and unloaded another shell into the left front leg. The flesh had been torn by the shot, and the beast responded with a yelp. He assumed that would make the dog drop its aggressive intent. But alas, it was quite durable for a simple dog... and quite stubborn. Even with a limp leg it roared and charged head-on at the engineer. Vlad quickly stepped aside and raised his gun. But because of the intensity of their "dance" he was unable to stabilize his aim before he had pulled the trigger...

BOOOOOM!

The dog's abdomen had been shattered instead of a rear leg Vlad was aiming at. The hound slipped down into the puddle of its own blood. At first glance, the hound wasn't moving at all, but among the chaos going on inside the arena Vlad noticed some audible sounds it was making. It was not a threatening growl from before... but a fainted whimper. Vlad slowly came close to the wounded hound, ejecting the emptied shell. 

*shk-chk*

The creature that was trying to chop out his legs seconds ago was at this moment looking at his "prey" with puppy eyes full of unbearable pain. Its heavy breathing was interchanging with a hard-pitched yelps.

Vlad's hands trembled. He wanted none of this. He had not signed up to become a ruthless killer, even if this whole bloodfest was just a sick imagination. The Spire incident had broken him, and Yh'mi was only amplifying the damage. Vlad felt hundreds of eyes gazing at him, feasting on his hesitation. It was hard to tell, whether the audience was fixated on a general spectacle or pinpointing the separate individuals. But Vlad heard voices, multiple voices that shouted "Kill it. Kill it! KILL IT!". They were becoming louder and louder, almost unbearable. Still trembling, Vlad inhaled and squinted eyes. The finger slightly touched the trigger and...

Spoiler

 

BOOOOOOOOM!

The whimpering had stopped. The voices went silent. It had been done.

Vlad exhaled, slowly opened his eyes and gazed upon his first "frag" in the arena. The hound, although surprisingly tough for its species, had received too much injuries to sustain. In some twisted way, Vlad had a some sort of... relief? He was able to assured himself it was nothing short of self-defense. He came out of this encounter unharmed, he had shown his prowess, the audience must be happy (as well as that creepy Shadow Guard). He looked at his Norkotian gun, still smoking after the last shot. It was certainly much more powerful than his working contraptions and his old mana gun. No wonder those mercs were feeling way too trigger-happy with such things in their hands.

And yet, Vlad was still disgusted by the fact he was forced once again to take life from a living creature (those yh'mian insects does not count, mind you). He wondered since when he had been walking down this bloody road. And instantly his mind was leading him toward the giant spire concealed in maddening mist...

The engineer instantly shook his head. He was too exposed to safely dive down into his own head. There was still a rabid pack to dispose of... and a selfish crowd to please.

Spoiler

=== Vlad Nassar ===

Alive Calm

HP: █ █ █ █ █ | 5/5
SP: █ █ █ █  | 5/5
AP:  █     | 4/3

Specials:

Counter-Attack: █   | 1/3
Adv. Buff:      █ █ █ | 3/3
Mass Healing:   █ █ █ | 3/3

Actions:

- COUNTER-ATTACK     | Negate 1 dmg & Deal 1 dmg to Hellhound    | 0 AP + 1 special stack
                     └───── Sanity full, action is successful
- Attack x4          | Deal whopping
 4 dmg to Hellhound          | 4 AP
                     
└───── Sanity full, action is successful
                            ...
I do hope there is no John Wick equivalent in Yh'mi, is there
?
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Summary:

Literally obliterated the Hellhound with 5 dmg dealt in the first round (ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!)

Edited by P.N.See

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It was it. Just like the coliseum. Opening his eyes, he realized that it didn't help. The memories kept flooding in, and hyperventilating continued. He couldn't be back in a coliseum. Not after last time. Not after what happened before. An entire year of enslavement, being forced to kill human and monster alike for the entertainment of assholes. He simply couldn't do it again.

That was when he saw them coming. Hellhounds. Like before. Only two this time. He could do this. There were 7 yesterday. He could handle two with ease. The question was, how to make the easy kill entertaining.

He looked and saw he had teammates. This was simply too simple. They'd never-
The hellhounds came in and lunged. Dan sidestepped one, and ran his sword along it, cutting a deep gash into it. After which, he aimed his fingers at it.

"Finger Guns. Two finger shot."
He shot, and an air bullet flew from his fingers into the hellhound, knocking it back. He turned and blocked the other attack, jamming his sword flat into the hound's jaws. While he was, admittedly struggling hard to hold it back, his feet were dragging pretty good, he jammed his dagger into its neck with the other hand. Now that it was weakened, Dan was able to flip the sword so that the blade was against the monsters mouth. With a slashing motion, he sliced into the monsters mouth, nearly severing its jaw entirely.
The dog glared at Dan, its mouth now wide open. He could sense the other one behind him. No different than before. Kill and entertain. Monsters he could handle.

 

Spoiler

Actions:
Counter attack hellhound 1
Attack hellhound 1
Block hellhound 2
Attack hellhound 2

Remaining hp: 5/5
Remaining sanity: 5/5

Hellhound 1 hp: 3/5
Hellhound 2 hp: 4/5

Hellhound 2 now has Lunge and bite disabled.

 

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Two hellhounds? Well now, that was simply unsporting. Ilene took a moment to shake her head, then watched the incoming hellhounds. Neither she nor her subordinate Shadow Guards moved as the massive hounds closed in... and the beasts leapt through the air toward the comparatively smaller humans, aiming to knock them to the ground with their size and momentum and then tear their throats out or something. However, they simply passed through thin air, the Shadow Guards and Ilene having moved almost imperceptibly fast off to the side and out of their reach. The hellhound that had been to Ilene's right had one bolt fired into its flesh from the left by Volke, the silent Shadow Guard with an odd desire for gold that even Ilene didn't know the reason for, and master of sound-manipulating magic. Similarly, another bolt sank in from the right, fired by Leila, Ilene's right hand who had an almost disconcertingly cheerful personality, especially for a Shadow Guard. Finally, before that hellhound made contact with the ground... Ilene's wicked sword slashed through its underside, in the direction opposite to its momentum. The hellhound crashed to the ground where the Shadow Guards had previously stood, its life swiftly fading as blood and entrails flowed forth from the massive, gaping wound Ilene's slash had left. It let out a low, drawn-out whine of pain before finally falling silent and still.

Ilene, meanwhile, stood with both herself and her sword covered in blood. A taunting grin seemed to show somehow even through her mask-helm. As her Shadow Guards took position around her once more, she turned to the second, and still living, hellhound that had targeted her and her subordinates. With her free hand, she gestured it towards her. She was in control of this situation. She had not survived the arena of the Frosts through luck or divine providence... no, she had survived through the fire that burned within her, a ferocity that dwarfed that of even the feral beasts that had been thrown against her. Some might have claimed she thrived more than anywhere else in the conditions of life and death in such arenas, though she would have denied that claim.

Perhaps Vlad had been entirely right in his harsh assessment of the Shadow Guard leader's mental state.

Spoiler

Ilene Cantu (and Shadow Guards)

HP: 5/5

Sanity: 5/5

Normal skills: Attack, Defend, Meditate

Special Skills: Distract (4/4 uses), Advanced Buff (2/3 uses)

Distract- When used, draws an enemy's attention away so that its first action has to be used to respond to the distraction.

Actions:

(+3 buff held in reserve, carried over from Acrophobia)

  1. Blocked Hellhound #1 (Defend from previous turn)
  2. Blocked Hellhound #2 (Defend from previous turn)
  3. Attack  Hellhound #1 (+1 damage)
  4. Attack Hellound #1 (+1 damage)
  5. Advanced Buff (Free action)
  6. Attacked and killed Hellhound #1 (+3 damage)
  7. Defend (Avoid one attack next turn)

Ending HP: 5/5; Ending Sanity: 5/5


Captain Jeorge had watched the charging hellhound as it approached Surus, the war elephant's reins in his hands. He had waited for the right moment, the moment where the hellhound would commit to its attack and been unable to react to a change in Surus' position. Unfortunately, whether had been a misjudgement on his end, or Surus had just been a touch too slow in starting to move, the hellhound leapt and sunk its teeth into the elephant's armored foreleg, on the left side. The fangs managed to pierce through the armor and sink a little into the elephant's skin, though it wasn't a debilitating blow by any means. Surus raised his trunk in an angry, trumpeting bellow, and with the help of of some pike thrusts from the crew atop his back, shook off the hellhound and threw it forward onto the sand below. Without any input from the Captain, Surus charged forward, trampling the hellhound underfoot and moving some feet past it before Jeorge regained control and turned the maddened elephant back around and facing the hellhound.

As the elephant had been moving, however, 3-13 had aimed an arrow and fired it up into the air at an angle. As the hellhound would recover from being trampled and start to stand back up, a testament to its strength, 3-13's arrow fell down from the air above to sink into its spine, sending an electric shock all through its body. Though it would likely only stun it for a short time, that would be enough for 3-13 to nock another arrow and fire. This arrow sunk into the hellhound's jaw... and then the tip exploded, sending out a shower of blood in the hellhound's immediate area and mangling its mouth and jaw. Captain Jeorge watched this, and nodded with an impressed expression. He would be surprised if the beast would be able to get in another proper bite after that one.

Spoiler

Surus (war elephant)

HP: 5/5

Sanity: 5/5

Normal skills: Attack, Buff, Meditate

Special Skills: Trample (3/4 uses), Area Attack (2/3 uses)

Trample- An attack that deals 1 damage and knocks the enemy to the ground. Any one who is knocked down needs to take 1 action to stand up. Can only be used on non-bosses and anything that has a physical body. 

Actions: 

(+3 buff held in reserve, carried over from Acrophobia)

  1. Dodge (Dodge roll failed, -1 HP)
  2. Trample Hellhound (+1 damage, knocked down)
  3. Attack Hellhound (+1 damage)
  4. Attack Hellhound (+1 damage)
  5. Hellhound "Ironjaws" Lunge/Bite disabled?

Ending HP: 4/5; Ending Sanity: 5/5

 

Edited by EpicRome23

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Soryn

Soryn watched the exchange between Vlad and the Shadow Guard, hand twitching to take action but a practiced neutrality rushing in. Instead he just observed and took note of both sides. As any Daily Weekly reporter worth their salt knew, one’s own personal inclinations needed to take a back seat in the name of seeking truth. Emotions could be processed later. Still, when thrust in an environment where one’s own life depended on those you were tasked with observing, Soryn would find it hard to allow impartiality to govern all of his actions. This break of daily conduct should bother him but there was a certain freedom that he had tasted during his last brush with death that he found himself yearning for once again.

The opportunity arose once again to set aside the title of report in favor of a title he had relinquished in favor of a good life within Hell’s Gate. One of a previous life that considered the blood he was going to spill here refreshing. As soon as the hellhounds came in and each set their sights on their targets, Soryn freed his jeweled scimitar from its confinement. As soon as the hellhound lunged to bite, the creature would bite hard into the blade. Soryn then charged the blade with energy that coursed into the yellow gem along the hilt of his blade, sending a course of electricity down the metallic blade that surged through the creature’s form and caused it to lurch away. [1] Soryn took the opportunity then to execute a flourish that saw him twirl to slice against the creatures left leg, then its right leg. The curved blade then would then find purchase on the creature’s hind quarters which forced the creature down to the ground due to the pain. [2] [3] [4]

It was then that a boot would step hard on to the hellhound, a look of aggression unbecoming of a reporter present along the man’s face before he drove his blade hard into the creature’s head, letting its ichor spray along the length of his legs. [5] Eyes bore into his victim then in silent admiration of the twitching carcass, the blade still sparking as it was embedded into the creature’s skull. There was no reporter here in this coliseum any longer.

Spoiler

Soryn Savedo & P.U.D 

Status: Healthy/Sane

Normal Skills: Attack, Heal, Meditate

Special Skills: Mass Rally (Aura of Leadership) (3), Counter-attack (Analytical Boon) (3) , Passive Defense (Barrier) (3)

Start of Round Stats:

DP: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ | 5/5
SP: ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦  | 5/5
AP: ⌂ ⌂ ⌂ ⌂     | 4/3

Actions:

[1]  -  Counter Attack on Hellhound

[2][3][4]  -  Three slices on Hellhound

[5]  -  Killing blow on Hellhound

End of Round Stats:

DP: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ | 5/5
SP: ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦  | 5/5
AP: ⌂ ⌂ ⌂     | 3/3

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"Awww, look at da' wittle puppies!" cooed Charlie as he watched the Hell hounds enter the arena and begin charging at them. They looked especially viscous, as if they'd been starved for weeks. Their red, manic eyes were completely focused on them as if  nothing else mattered and drool flung from their barred, razor-sharp teeth as they bound towards their presumed meals. Most people, sensible people would have realized that they were in a very bad situation and gotten ready, but Charlie is not sensible. If you did not know that by now, you need to be seen by a head doctor.

"Hey. Melanie!" said the young pyro, turning away from the obvious danger to look at the crazed woman. She wouldn't hear him though. Her entire squad was doing the sensible thing and opening fire on the beasts before they could get close. He watched them pour round after round into the Hellhounds charging at them, but the bullets seemed to slow them down. Only their leader, sergeant Murray, was able to down one, and it was a close call at that. Still, Charlie couldn't help but notice how good the sergeant's aim was. He kind of reminded him of another gunslinger, a man that he actually respected a little due to his similarly headstrong nature and knack for killing. Maybe he'd get to know the sergeant a little better later on. For all he knew, the man could help him get into Melanies fire-proof trousers even faster.

"Wait a second..." said Charlie before placing a finger on his chin in sudden realization. "...Clive...Clive owes me six bucks!"

This brief moment of focused greed was all the Hellhound that had set its sights on him needed. It lunged at Charlie while he was still turned away and opened its mouth to crush his tiny head between its massive jaws. Unfortunately for me, Charlie noticed this just in time.

Letting out a surprised yelp, he reared back, the Hellhound's jaws clamping shut less than an inch from his face. However, the sinister beast still collided with him and slammed him to the ground, knocking the air out of him and giving him a mild concussion. (Now that's a lot of "hims") It wasted no time in opening its mouth to attempt a second bite, but Charlie managed to get his feet underneath the creature and push it off and behind him before it could.

Angered that something had gotten the drop on him again and that he'd nearly died a grizzly death twice in less than ten seconds, he pushed himself into the air with his hands and flushed his body with fire before his feet could touch the ground. He whipped around looking for the Hellhound that had attacked him, but he was still seeing double from the concussion. Or was it triples? He couldn't tell since he could see three of them. He started to try and figure out which one was a fake, but decided he was too pissed to care.

His body strengthened and juiced up from the channeled heat, he made an explosive lounge for the one nearest him. Fortunately for the Norkotian SQUAAD, this was not the one that had attacked him. It was the one that was about attack them. Charlie shoved a flaming fist into the muzzle of the beast, the small explosion resulting from the impact blowing off its bottom jaw. The Hellhound let out a agonized, throaty cry as it was sent spiraling through the air. It skidded to a halt just passed the second Hellhound that was charging towards the SQUAAD, getting its attention. It changed course and lounged for Charlie, but he was ready for it.

"SHOOOOOOOOORYUKEN!" shouted Charlie as he launched a flaming uppercut that would make Ken from Street Fighter  proud. His fist exploded on contact with the Hellhounds head, but this explosion was much bigger than the first. The resulting blast shook the ground and sent out a humbling shock-wave, the now headless and charred body of the Hellhound it hit violently flailing over fifty feet in the air.

Before it could begin falling back to the ground, Charlie flame-shifted over to the jaw-less Hellhound and grabbed it by its hind legs as it was attempting to crawl away. His hands seared the poor dogs ankles as it whinnied and scratched at the ground helplessly. Charlie lifted it into the air and began spinning on the heels of his feet. The Hellhound's body spun with him, moving faster and faster until it was but a jaw-less blur.

Arcing his spin up, Charlie let go of the hounds ankles and sent it flying up towards its other very dead twin, a large fireball following close behind it.

The fireball connected at the same time the Hellhound's did, and the resulting boom was glorious. It would blind the eyes of the crowd and send out a wave of heat and charred, Hellhound bits. Perhaps the bloodthirsty onlookers would try to catch some of the larger chunks and keep it as a memoir or something. Maybe even give it to their kids if they had any.

"SUCK IT!" shouted Charlie with a triumphant pelvic thrust as pieces of his victims fell down around him from the dissipating cloud of smoke above. He then proceeded to showboat with some stupid little dance as the Helhound that had attacked him barred its fangs and would no doubt resume its charge. Would someone step in to help him next round? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z!

...

I don't even like Dragon Ball, man. Why do I keep doing that?

Spoiler

Charlie Smith

HP: -----    4/5

SANITY: -----  5/5

4 Actions:

 1,2,3 - Attack Hellhound 2 (He ded' fam') 💀

 4 - Attack Hellhound 3  with ADV BUFF (+3 DMG) (He ded' tew) 💀

...Anybody here want some roasted demon dog?

Summary

- Took 1 point of damage

- Kilt tew' Hellhounds (2 and 3)

- Finished this post with less than thirty minutes left until the library closes. 😎

 

Abilities:

- Attack

- Heal

- Meditate

Special Skills

- Area Attack 3/3

- Counter Attack 3/3

-Advanced Buff 2/3 (Grumbles Irritably😠)

 

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The gate opened, and Leo watched stoically as the hellhounds rushed towards the group. The smallest one towered above him; it's slavering jaws could swallow his whole head in a single bite.  Even still, the halfling remained in place; he spread his feet and hefted his hammer, waiting for the crucial moment. The moment... of.... commitment!

As soon as the beast committed to its lunge, Leo dropped and rolled underneath it, using his small size to his advantage and coming in under its guard. He had slightly mis-timed, however; the hot breath and searing pain of teeth on his shoulder brought forth a grimace, but he held to his course. He came up behind the beast with his hammer in one hand, and the creature's leg in the other. 

With a quick flex of muscle, his grip tightened on the hellhound's ankle, eliciting both a crack of delicate bone and a yelp of pain and anger.  Before it could turn on him, Leo swung his hammer one-handed, landing two solid blows to the big dog's ribs. 

"May your soul find mercy with Gaia!" he thundered as he dropped the hellhound's leg and stepped back again into a defensive position. "For you shall find none from me!"

 

Spoiler

LEO MANVILLE:

HP: 4/5 (unless @HollowCipher rolls lower than 5 on a d20)

Sanity: 5/5 (thank you for the rally, @Tyler!)

ACTIONS:

Dodge (roll 5, probably failed)

Attack (Auto-Success: 1 dmg and a cracked tibia maybe pretty please DM?)

Attack: (Auto-Success: 1 dmg)

Saved Action - Attack (Auto-Success: 1 dmg)

 

Edited by Veloci-Rapture

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Still looking around for the arrows she misplaced, Aryssin did not realise there were monsters rushing at her until they were a little too close. Whipping out her sword and slashing in a quick sweep, Aryssin caught the Hellhound in a wide arc, causing blood and fire to rain everywhere and veer off course from her. However, in her sweep, her sword contacted with bone, and refused to budge. Letting go of the sword, she quickly rolled in the opposite direction of the crashing Hellhound, and stared as it ran off, her sword still hanging from the rib of the creature. 

"Oh no," she thought, as her only other form of defence was now taken from her. It was time she improvised. Running to the closest other person to her, she yelled and waved hysterically to catch the person's attention, but noticed that blood was pouring from his shoulder. Determination overtook her hysteria, and she ran as hard as she could while intoning a chant of healing. Reaching the man, she lightly touched his shoulder where the bleeding was the worst, and allowed the healing spell to transfer from her finger to the wound. Slowly the wisps of light gathered at the wound and closed it up, leaving nothing more than the blood that had already spilled. "You're fine," she shouted over the commotion that had now hit the rest of the arena, and the rancorous roar that filled it. 

"Wait there," she shouted to the guy again, before doing a quick chant. Touching the weapon of the man, this time crags upheaved from the floor, coating the blunt instrument with stone and metal. The exterior of the gun began to glow yellow, giving it a rugged feel pulsing with power. Quickly scooting over to the man to stop shouting, Aryssin explained. "Your hammer will be Earth Aspected for the next few shots! I've added a little heft to it so that it should hurt those beast a little more!" 

"My name is Aryssin by the way. Also I accidentally lodged my sword in the Hellhound over there," Aryssin continued, pointing in the direction of the creature with her sword lodged deeply in it. "So, until I can retrieve it, could you help me kill mine?"

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Spoiler

 

Name: Aryssin

HP: 5/5

Sanity: 5/5 

Actions: 3

Counter-Attack (No Action used) - 2 uses remaining

Heal - Success! (5 sanity, instant success, uses Delayed Action)

Buff +2 (5 sanity, instant success - Buffs Leo)

Delay Action x 1  

Normal Actions for Aryssin this game: Meditate, Buff, Heal
Special Actions for Aryssin this game: Mass Heal, Counter Attack, Advanced Buff 

Hellhound HP: 4/5

@Veloci-Rapture

 

 

Edited by sorainvoked

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Ed's Hellhound: Dead.
Jack's Hellhound: Dead.
SQUAAAAAAAAAD's Hellhounds: Dead.
Vlad's Hellhound: Dead. I think. Not finding the body here....
Dan's Hellhounds: Hellhound 1: 3/5. Hellhound 2: 4/5. Hellhound 1's bite and lunge are disabled.
Ilene's Hellhounds: Hellhound 1: Dead. Hellhound 2: 5/5.
Surus' Hellhound: 2/5. Must use action to get up. Bite and lunge disabled.
Soryn Markov's Hellhound: Dead.
Charlie and the Whole Goddamn Chocolate Factory's Hellhound: 5/5.
Leo -Not Dan's Boyfriend-'s Hellhound: 2/5. Oh all right. And a cracked Tibia. Just for you. Happy? Maul is disabled.
Aryssin: Hellhound: 4/5.
Sheryl's Hellhound: 5/5.

The crowd seemed pleased with the display so far. Plenty of blood, plenty of action. The low point was probably that chick that lost her sword after one move. But, there was blood, and it looked cool. So no penalties.

Dan's hellhounds were quite upset. This prey was so small, how in the hell was he not dead yet?! And the first one... It couldn't even eat anymore. So, what it would do, was make sure the prey suffers!
The one with the nauseating jaw leapt at Dan, attempting to pin him, while the other one came to try a bite.
 

Spoiler

Hellhound 1 used Pounce. This attack is unblockable, and must be dodged. If dodge fails, the victim takes one damage and is knocked down. They will have to use an action to get up.
Hellhound 2 used Bite. This attack does 2 damage if it hits.
Both hellhounds delay their next action.

The hellhound targeting Sheryl suddenly felt reality shift. It was sure it had bitten her a second ago... It even remembered the taste of her body. But now all of a sudden, it found itself on the defensive, being beaten with melee.
Well, bullshit reality bending or not, it wasn't going to have this. No way.

It lunged in a pounce at her, and bared its teeth, preparing to nom her face off.
 

Spoiler

Hellhound used Pounce. Everyone read the previous version of this post, you know what Pounce is. Can't block, hafta dodge, you lose you take 1 damage and are on yer ass.
Hellhound used Bite. 2 damage on hit.

Ilene's second hellhound seemed none too pleased that its co-op player was dead. It came back at Ilene, and sprung, aiming to take her to the ground. Whether or not it worked, it would then attempt a bite.

Spoiler

Hellhound used Pounce. This attack is unblockable and must be dodged. If dodge fails, victim takes 1 damage and is knocked down. Must use an action to get up.
Hellhound used bite. 2 damage if hit.

The hellhound fighting the elephant had begun to question its life decisions. Also, it realized there was no way in any hell across religions it was walking out of this. So instead, it decided to run for it.

Spoiler

Hellhound used an action to get up.
Hellhound used an action to take off running like a bitch.

The hellhound attacking Charlie was actually a bit offended that he just up and forgot him, and went after a different hound. So, he went in for an attack. Claws ready, the hound readied itself to tear into flesh.
 

Spoiler

Hellhound used Maul. This attack takes two actions, but is two attacks at once. Each attack requires a block apiece to be blocked. Each attack does a random amount of damage between 1 and 2.
Maul x1: 1 damage.
Maul x2: 1 damage.

The hellhound targeting Leo seemed even more irate than the ones targeting Dan. this prey was even smaller than that skinny child! It was NOT about to allow this.
It charged at Leo, and sprung into a pounce. At the same time, it readied for a bite.
 

Spoiler

Hellhound used Pounce. I already explained this twice, I'm not doing it again.
Hellhound used Bite. Two damage on hit.

The hellhound attacking Aryssin was in a lot of pain. This little female had the gall to attack it, and she didn't even have the decency to pull the sword out, or complete the swing?! And then, she had the audacity to request a team up on top of this?
Nah.
It ran at Aryssin, claws ready, and reared up to tear her apart.
 

Spoiler

Hellhound Used Maul. You know how this works.

Maul x1: 1 damage.
Maul x2: 2 damage.

 

Edited by HollowCipher

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Now this was a more appropriate foe.

Or it would've been, if Sheryl's author had posted in time. But the author didn't. But the author was graciously allowed this post to count by the GM, even as said author lost two other large posts that he was working on because, thanks for not saving anything Google Chrome. Damn internet browsers. 

Sheryl got to her feet calmly as one of the large beasts charged at her. With the slightest of motions, she slipped its lunge, and poleaxed it with a powerful downwards chop of her hand, targeting the neck, sending it collapsing to the ground in its lunge. She went after it in a measured assault, powerful strikes to the vitals with her fists while channeling her wind aura around her to keep a defense ready against a counter-attack. 

Don't know if you ever seen a woman beat a bear to death with her bare hands, but Sheryl was certainly going to at this rate.

Spoiler

 

Name: Sheryl Wainwright

HP: 5/5

Sanity: 5/5

Normal skills: Attack (Replaced Taunt), Meditate, Defend

Special Skills: Mass Healing (3 uses), Counter-Attack (3 uses), Area Attack (3 uses)

 

Spoiler

 

Actions: 

Defend from Round 1

Action 1: Attack

Action 2: Attack

Action 3: Attack

Action 4: Delayed from Round 1: Defend

 

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Round 2 Edit:

The large hellhound passed right through Sheryl, as though she were an illusion. It might've turned around in confusion, that its pinning attempt failed, but it should be even more confused as the woman proved to be solid after all, landing another powerful blow to its face to stun it.

The finishing attack came when the Knightess grasped it by its throat, hoisting it up into the air almost comically for the beast was taller then she when it was was on its hind legs. The discerning eye would be able to see that she was floating off the ground to make it happen. Wind gusted out from them, and in an instant, a miniature cyclone seemed to materialize from thin air, tearing the hellhound to shreds, with the blonde woman looking looking unharmed and untouched at the core.

Sheryl would spin about in place, ready for the next threat, or perhaps one of the others needed help.

Spoiler

 

Name: Sheryl Wainwright

HP: 5/5

Sanity: 5/5

Normal skills: Attack (Replaced Taunt), Meditate, Defend

Special Skills: Mass Healing (3 uses), Counter-Attack (3 uses), Area Attack (3 uses)

 

Spoiler

 

Actions: 

Defend from Round 2 (Roll success versus pin!)

Action 1: Attack

Action 2: Attack

Action 3: Defend

 

 

 

Edited by Fierach

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Kur'kil was, even among the ferocious hellhounds of the Titanic Coliseum, an unusually vicious and cunning specimen. Working with his close partner Smugclaw, the hellhound duo had torn apart countless gladiators, many of whom had arrogantly believed that the starting wave of hellhounds wasn't great enough to be worthy of their power. They must have felt really worthy when their throats were being ripped out. But with the swift and brutal death of Smugclaw at the hands of Ilene and her Shadow Guards... Kur'kil's wrath flared, and he charged forward with burning hate.

Or perhaps that was all just a bunch of ostentatious exposition that doesn't particularly matter to the situation in the hand, and may not have even had any basis in truth whatsoever.

Regardless, Kur'kil charged, smashing aside the Shadow Guard's defensive square to pin Ilene to the ground beneath his weight, swiftly and brutally tearing her apart before finally granting her the sweet mercy of death.

Or, he would have, if mechanics didn't prevent him from getting such a kill so easily. Or if the Shadow Guard named Volke didn't seem to get a boost in power from out of nowhere, his eyes glowing purple for a moment as he was granted a buff. A buff that allowed him to, just before Kur'kil could reach Ilene, tackle him out of mid-air and knock him back down to the ground with unprecedented strength. The vicious hellhound lunged its head forward to bite at Ilene's legs, but she was able to deftly step just tauntingly out of reach. Then, Volke would draw his dagger from his belt, driving his dagger deep into Kur'kil's chest, before his granted power faded and he stumbled backwards and away, leaving the dagger embedded in its body. Volke collapsed to one knee, though with his armbow loaded and at the ready, as Ilene snapped her fingers. Ilene and her Shadow Guards all seemed to duplicate, surrounding the hellhound and leaving it fully unable to tell real from fake.

Now that was just adding insult to injury.

Spoiler

Ilene Cantu (and Shadow Guards)

HP: 5/5

Sanity: 5/5

Normal skills: Attack, Defend, Meditate

Special Skills: Distract (3/4 uses), Advanced Buff (2/3 uses)

Distract- When used, draws an enemy's attention away so that its first action has to be used to respond to the distraction.

Actions:

(+3 buff held in reserve, carried over from Acrophobia) EXPENDED 😠

  1. Dodge (18 vs. 19... Failure? Nope! +3 buff added, 21 vs. 19, dodge succeeds.)
  2. Defend (from previous round. Used against bite.)
  3. Attack (-1 HP to Kur'kil)
  4. Distract (Exactly what it says on the tin)

'Ole Ironjaws, meanwhile, was renowned for having the meanest and most devastating bite among all of the hellhounds. But faced against Surus the war elephant, and, perhaps more importantly, the archer with aim whispered reverently in legends that rode atop him: 3-13, the Arrow of the Gods... Ironjaw's name proved to be more ironic than anything else, with his face and jaw mangled by an explosive arrow after having been trampled by an elephant. Perhaps one couldn't blame the 'ole veteran of the arena for exercising discretion, the better part of virtue, and running with his tail tucked in between his legs.

But Gordin wouldn't have that. He withdrew a massive warhammer from the cargo pushed into the corner of the platform atop Surus, and slid down the elephant's armored head toward the sand below with the hammer slung over his shoulder. Surus obliged the boisterous archer by flinging him through the air with his trunk, sending him flying toward the fleeing hellhound. The dual impact of both the hammer and Gordin himself onto his back sent Ironjaws crashing into the sound below, skidding forward for several feet before slowing to a halt. Gordin stood uninjured atop him. The archer lifted the massive hammer into the air, the sunlight glinting off of it for a moment. One almost might have expected a lightning bolt to crash from the sky above and electrify the head of the hammer... but that would just be silly. Gordin brought down the hammer, smashing open Ironjaw's head and skull and bathing himself in a spray of brains, blood, and bone fragments. After a minute, Gordin let out a whooping cheer and turned back toward the crew atop Surus.

"Wooooo! Five points! Isn't that right, Captain Jeorge?!"

Captain Jeorge facepalmed and murmured something under his breath. Meanwhile, 3-13 had left the fleeing hellhound to Gordin and scanned the area for a worthy target. Spotting the hellhound attacking Ilene and her Shadow Guards, he nocked two arrows at once and fired, burying them deep in Kur'kil's back legs...

These arrows exploded as well, mangling the hellhound's back legs into useless, dangling appendages.

Spoiler

Surus (war elephant)

HP: 4/5

Sanity: 5/5

Normal skills: Attack, Buff, Meditate

Special Skills: Trample (3/4 uses), Area Attack (2/3 uses)

Trample- An attack that deals 1 damage and knocks the enemy to the ground. Any one who is knocked down needs to take 1 action to stand up. Can only be used on non-bosses and anything that has a physical body. 

Actions: 

(+3 buff held in reserve, carried over from Acrophobia)

  1. Attack (-1 HP to Ironjaws)
  2. Attacked and killed Ironjaws
  3. Attack (-1 HP to Kur'kil)

 

Edited by EpicRome23

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With the hounds coming after them eliminated, most of the Norkotians began quickly reloading their weapons before any other hostiles came after them. However, at least a couple of them noticed their allies under heavy attack and moved to assist. On one end, a beast was trying to pounce on Charlie, which caused his clueless wannabe girlfriend to jump into action with her flamethrower. A huge "woof" of flames came jetting out from her weapon, setting black, greasy fur ablaze, and no doubt also causing considerable pain to the poor beast. (And while some writers here are writing very sympathetically toward the hounds, this particular author absolutely hates dogs and is more than happy to make this as brutal as possible.) This would likely buy Charlie enough time to avoid injury and dispose of the hound before it could do further damage.

"Finish him, Charlie!" she bellowed.

Spoiler

Name: SQUAAAD (just Melanie in this case)

Health: 3

Sanity: 5

Action 1 - Attack: Hound C "Char" = auto-success

Action 2 - Attack: "Char" = auto-success

Action 3 - Attack: "Char" = auto-success

("Char" at 2/5 hp)


Meanwhile, Murray sprang back to his feet and flicked his revolvers open, spilling empty shells all over the dusty arena floor. With practiced efficiency, he slapped six new shells in each, intermittently glancing around himself to make sure he wasn't being targeted, as well as to survey the battlefield developments. By the time he was flipping his revolvers back into position, he already had an idea where the mostly likely disaster was about to occur. Some girl had gotten her sword stuck in a hellhound's rib cage, and the ugly pooch did not seem impressed or bothered by it in the least. The girl then ran off for help, heading over to the midget Gaian priest feller, who despite his impressive physique (for his size), was in the middle of fighting an adversary of his own. Now the defenseless broad was leading a second (and considerably angrier) hound right to him! By the time she got around to trying to point-out said hound to Leo, the rapid dog was already bull-rushing her, and would probably just brawl her under, grab Leo from behind, tag-team with his injured pal to rip the halfling in... half... (would that make him a quarterling?), and then relax for a nice leisurely dessert (Aryssin) afterward. 

Well, that wasn't going to happen, despite this sadistic author's sickest fantasies. Murray let loose with both barrels, a couple of the bullets actually impacting the sword in the hellhound's side, driving the blade through the bone and deeper into the chest cavity. The dog stumbled in pain, then craned its neck and tried to grab the sword with its mouth and rip it out. But Murray was on-point, firing again and glancing a bullet off the hound's skull, just a few inches away from striking its eyeball and penetrating into the brain. Instead, the doggo just got a bad-ass scar out of it, though he was unlikely to survive long enough to get to show it off to the bitches back in the kennels. 

"Bad dawg! Now ya juss' leave that little lady alone and pick on someone yer own size!" he shouted at the hound, in order to force its attention on him, "Yeah, that's it, pooch! I'm talkin' tuh you!"

Forcing the dog to face him would not only take the pressure of the others, but far more importantly, it would give him a straight-on shot. If it chose to charge him and get closer, increasing his accuracy through reduced distance... all the better.

Spoiler

Name: Jack Murray

Health: 5

Sanity: 5

Action 1 - Attack: Hound S "Scar" = auto-success

Action 2 - Attack: "Scar" = auto-success

Action 3 - Taunt: "Scar"= auto-success

("Scar" at 3/5 hp)

 

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Charlies extraordinarily immature and mentally deficient showboating was interrupted when he heard Melanie's voice. 

On 10/9/2019 at 11:33 AM, Tyler said:

"Finish him, Charlie!" she bellowed.

"What?"

He turned around to see what had one of his future wives so riled up. The only thing that stopped his head from being squashed in the Hellhounds mouth like a melon was his arm, which he barely had to time to raise up in front of him before the ferocious beast bit down.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" shouted the young mercenary as he felt the dogs teeth sink into his fore-arm and abruptly crush the bones within. He continued to scream even louder as the creature whipped its head around angrily, Charlie's body being taken up into air and flailed around like a ragdoll. The canine was literally on fire due to Melanie's romantically heroic interjection, but it seemed too angry to care. This particular hellhound clearly had issues with being ignored, possibly due to it being the most prominent in its litter. After eating half of it, that is.

Charlie could feel the bones in his shoulder slowly beginning to break as the dog shook him around. He was certain that if he didn't act soon, his arm would be ripped from its socket. Mustering what little grit he had and thinking of scoring with Melanie, he stopped screaming and tried his best to focus as much energy into his arm as he could. The flames that were already burning away the dogs skin aided in giving him the heat he needed.  His arm began to glow a bright orange, and the hellhound didn't realize this until it was far too late.

It opened it's jaws with an incredibly loud whimper, it's teeth and gums being engulfed in flames. It shook its head around in a fruitless attempt to put out the fire, its body trembling with agony as the fire started making its way down its throat. 

"Too...spicy?" breathed Charlie as he used the left over heat in his arm to heal the crushed bones inside. The hellhound was now rolling on its back, contemplating is life's choices and how it'd gotten here. Maybe it shouldn't have eaten half of its other brothers and sisters. Or maybe this was happening because it had buried it's brother's bone.  For a creature that killed things for a living, the list of things it could have done was probably rather large. It could now feel its eyeballs beginning to boil, but it was still able to see Charlie's blurred form step into its view. 

Charlie then kicked the dog onto its belly, super-heating his left hand. The dog's whinnies ceased when it felt Charlie's saber like fingers dig into it's neck and wrap around it's spine. The dog's eyes veered up in a crescendo of pain as Charlie abruptly yanked upwards. Blood splattered all over his body as the dogs spine and skull were ripped from its body. It's melting eyes sizzled streamed down from the bony sockets as Charlie held it's spine and skull high above him triumphantly. What muscle was left on the skull was slowly burning away as he siphoned a bit more heat into his hand to intensify the fire covering it.

"WOOO!" he shouted before turning to face Melanie. "This one's for you, hot stuff!"

Charlie then tossed his trophy over to Melanie, giving her an appreciative wink. The hellhounds skull had a nice bit of weight to it and the spine was surprisingly sturdy, so perhaps a woman as crazy as her would akin it a medieval flail from hell.

@Tyler

Spoiler

Charlie Smith

HP: -----    4/5

SANITY: -----  5/5

3 Actions:  (Because 3HP before heal) 

Spoiler

Per Jaistlyn: Your number of actions for the turn is based on your HP at the start of your turn. You don't immediately gain an extra action after healing, only on the next turn.

-counter attack one point of damage from Char's maul

- Attack Char for one point of damage. Char dies a glorious death. 

- Heal 1 point of damage  (3/5 - 4/5)

Summary

- Took (Obi) wan point of damage

- Kilt Char (More like "charred" ba-dum tiss............what?)

- Gave Melanie a new weapon! 'The Bat Outta Hell'!

 

Abilities:

- Attack

- Heal

- Meditate

Special Skills

- Area Attack 3/3

- Counter Attack 2/3

-Advanced Buff 2/3 

 

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