[FIELD CLASS] Scavenging with Moira! (OVER! See p. 17!)

[Kanth]

Etzer knew he wasn't a fighter. He was a lover! And sadly, it was showing. He attempted the 'whipping with a shirt' technique again, but it missed completely.

Yeah, he sucked at this.


HP: 22/30
DMG: ?
Trashbot HP: 13/15

 

[Kanth]

Okay, enough was enough. Running at the thing, Etzer circled around its main body with the shirt, grabbing both ends and slamming the thing into the ground. Hey, that had totally worked!

Giddy, he leaped back up and brushed off dirt from the makeshift shirt-weapon, grinning cheekily at the trashbot.

Not so high and mighty now. He'd have to try that particular maneuver again.


HP: 20/30
DMG: 4
Trashbot HP: 9/15

 

[Kanth]

Apparently... trashbots learned. As Etzer tried to repeat that particular move, the trashbot avoided it completely allowing the frost demon to bite the dust in the place the trashbot had formerly been.

"Alas," Etzer spat out, standing up a bit woozily. He hadn't meant to do that.

HP: 18/30
DMG: ?
Trashbot HP: 9/15

 

[Kanth]

Wiping the side of his mouth, Etzer stared at the thing before snapping the shirt out and tripping it. Just slightly.

Yeah, this fight sucked. And every time he missed, it only brought him back to that dream he'd had, which made him scowl all the more.

Etzer was not a happy frost demon at that moment.

HP: 16/30
DMG: 1
Trashbot HP: 8/15

 

[Kanth]

Etzer u mad. U rly mad.

Stepping up to the trashbot again, he encircled the shirt around its legs and sent it careening into the ground, much like he had done just a few moments ago.

No, the frost demon wasn't playing anymore, nor was he having fun.

HP: 14/30
DMG: 3
Trashbot HP: 5/15

 

[Kanth]

Hit. Miss. Hit. Miss. It was a constant battle for the frost demon, which only clouded his mind with anger.

As he glanced back, he realized that Molan had already beaten his. So had a lot of other students. What the Jack.

Shaking his head, Etzer attempted to stand up straight. It was difficult, but he managed.

HP: 12/30
DMG: 0
Trashbot HP: 5/15

 

[Kanth]

Managing to hit it again with the gruesome shirt, the trashbot wasn't looking so well. Etzer glared at it as if daring for it to attack again, which he knew was inevitable. And the fight was getting close.

He wanted to win this, but he wasn't sure if he could. He was bound and determined to try, however.

HP: 10/30
DMG: 3
Trashbot HP: 2/15

 

[Kanth]

Glancing at the shirt, Etzer decided to plop it right on the trashbot's head, a bit harder than he'd intended. He then wrapped it around the ocular eyes of the thing, preventing it from seeing. And maybe the stench was working a little as well.

Apparently that was enough; the trashbot powered down and refused to move, and Etzer finally allowed a small grin.

He walked over to Molan, too tired to really tease him, but just gave a nod at his brother as he found a nice... spot of ground to sit on. Yep. He was sitting on the ground.

HP: 8/30
DMG: 2
Trashbot HP: 2/15

Raja

hi der.

 

[Raja]

Molan wasn't going to say or do much since, well wandering around with someone seemed awkward. So really just letting the ghoul get it out of her system was for the best. Though an ear did perk as he heard someone walking up. A quick look showed it to be Etzer.... looking a bit more beat up than he really should have.

It was just a trashbot afterall.

Etzer looked too down and out to really tease him, and well he was... sitting on the floor. Wow. "You realize... how..." He wasn't finishing the sentence as he merely shook his head at the very concept of touching the ground more than he had to. Ew. Still, he couldn't help but ask. Seeing as his brother had chosen a rather sad example of a weapon. "Regretting not choosing something to hit it with?" Yes, he really did have to ask. Because icky or not, that mop had come in handy. Oh yes it had.

Kanth

Revenge is sweet.

[A.V.]

You're still just being carried.

Chirigami

Since you're nearby and probably listening with a 'OuO' face.

 

[Kanth]

"Am I really that pathetic?" Etzer asked, blinking up at Molan with eyes that seemed far too sad. He didn't even comment on how Molan was carrying a ghoul in his arms. He did, however, glance to her briefly, his frown deepening. "Is she alright?"

By now he didn't care that he was sitting on the dirty ground. He was just too tired. It might have been prudent of him to pick a weapon like Molan, but he had taken it as a joke instead of seriously. Maybe his brother was right in dragging him to classes.

Raja

 

[Smerdle]

He heard gears spinning too quickly and a sloshy wet sound coming from deep within the trashbot's face. When it tried to strike him this time, it nearly missed. That was something, right? West imagined that a fleshier opponent would probably be shouting obscenities, or at the very least sobbing greasy, toxic tears.

He smeared some more glop on the robot, this time on one of its pincers.

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Damage: 5
HP: 42/50
Trashbot HP: 16

 

[Smerdle]

Expecting more clanking and utter failure on the part of the trashbot, West remained quite close to his victim, intending to watch its demise from the best possible vantage point. Unfortunately, the machine had other ideas. It jabbed its goo-covered hand in the demon's direction, catching him square in the face.

"Aaaggllhghhl!" West said. He reached up to swipe the grease away, stopping when he realized doing so would only add to the problem. You win this time, trashbot.

Quote:

Damage: 0
HP: 38/50
Trashbot HP: 16

 

[Smerdle]

West finally backed away, intending to employ some strategy before he was slimed for a second time. He watched the trashbot roll around erratically, but failed to see a pattern to its movements at all. There was only one thing to do.

The demon jumped forward with a loud, "AH HA!" and slammed his shoulder into what passed for his opponent's chest. The trashbot went down with a crash, wiggling dejectedly on the floor.

Quote:

Damage: 11
HP: 34/50
Trashbot HP: 5

 

[Smerdle]

It flicked its arms at him. He kicked it. Gently.

Quote:

Damage: 2
HP: 30/50
Trashbot HP: 3

 

[Smerdle]

The demon watched his trashbot wiggle pitifully for a little while longer, but the whole situation quickly became more boring than entertaining. It was time to finish this. West stepped over the trashbot and brought his feet in close to either side of its body. He leaned over, squinting at it, then pressed all of the remaining grease into as many of its faceholes as he could.

The trashbot let out a monotonous whine and went still.

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Damage: 8
HP: 26/50
Trashbot HP: 0