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Huni Pi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 9
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Huni Pi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Huni Pi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 1:00 pm
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Evan was still thinking of the girl--no, that was a word reserved for people, this thing was a ******** monster--as more of an annoyance than a threat. How was he supposed to take something whining about a torn shirt seriously? That was his first mistake. His second mistake was ignoring the freak's lower half. He paid for both of them as his knee was suddenly kicked out from under him, and he grunted with shock and pain as it hit the ground hard.
The moment that it took for him to raise Gir defensively was long enough for the creature's tongue to take him high on one cheekbone, dangerously close to his eye. It was pretty much over after that. Gir's growls and whines got higher-pitched and more desperate by the second as the monster attacked them relentlessly. Evan could feel it the moment that their shield broke, and not just because Gir retreated into his totem form with a pained yelp.
/Okay, this isn't fun anymore, I wanna go home now,/ Gir whimpered.
No. We don't run, Evan replied stubbornly, gritting his teeth against the bizarre--but still painful--onslaught. The long sleeves of his coat did little to soften the force of the blows against the arm he was using to shield himself.
/But I don't wanna dieeeeeeeeeee!/ Gir howled plaintively.
That would be a pretty stupid way to go. Death by tongue.
/It would be the stupidest of stupids let'sgohomenow!/
Reluctant and frustrated and angry at how easily he'd been beaten, Evan dug around in his pocket with his free hand for his Deus-issued pendant and got the hell out of there.
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