[HH Solo] Season's Beatings (Piper)

[medigel]

MOB SUMMON

Don't get in the way of Mr. Bat's bat.

gaia_diamond Mob Name: Mr. Bat
gaia_diamond Mob HP: 25 HP
gaia_diamond Mob Autodamage: -5 damage
gaia_diamond Mob Special Ability: N/A
gaia_diamond Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get:
1: You win 1 tickets!
2: You win 1 ticket!
3. You win 1 ticket!
4. You win 2 tickets!

 

[medigel]

Piper hadn't meant to actually hit the Haunted House, but that place wasn't exactly somewhere you often got to on purpose. Her intent had been to hit the gym and wail on some nerds to get their candy, but, well, this would have to do. She cracked her knuckles and got to work.

First up was a....bat with a bat. Well alright then. She'd long since chosen not to think about how weird some of the stuff was, let alone monsters wielding weapons WHICH TOTALLY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN HAPPENING GOSH.

"Mine's better!" she taunted as she summoned her cannon of a jug and blasted it with water. The bat screeched indignantly and dove at her with the spiked weapon in return.

HP: 45
Damage: 5
Mob HP: 20
 

[medigel]

Jackdamn, that spiked bat thing was a nuisance. It clanged against her weapon as the thing swooped down, forcing her to duck and guard. It was probably time to change tactics.

Alright, think Pocket monster style. A flying creature was usually bad against what...Well, lightning could be a little hard to direct, especially if it was moving around crazily like that. So it left her with one choice.

HP: 40
Damage: 3
Mob HP: 17
 

[medigel]

Switching from water to wind, Piper aimed and blasted the bat, smirking as it was buffeted about on the uncontrollable currents. It still got a good hit in, but she got one better: smack dab against the wall, in fact.

It made her think of back when she had only been able to control water. The fat that she was able to command most of the elements now at will was definitive progress, and something she had somewhat not really noticed over the past few years. Progress usually was so slow, she had barely noticed any changes to her Fear levels--well, save for when she was beating up on her friends, of course. And now here she was, almost a master (practically) at picking whatever element she wanted. Piper couldn't help but feel some pride.

Well, more pride than usual, technically.

HP: 35
Damage: 11
Mob HP: 6
 

[medigel]

Man, this thing was pretty tenacious, she had to give it that. A battle was always boring if the opponent didn't give it their all. But unfortunately for it, Piper always came out the winner, and this time wasn't going to be any different no matter what it did. And thankfully it didn't seem to have any special tricks up its sleeve, besides being, well, able to wield that weird club thing.

Focusing her fire, she squinted and fired off lightning this time, snagging one of its wings with a jolt as it passed by. Damn, that thing was super quick...

HP: 30
Damage: 4
Mob HP: 2
 

[medigel]

The wort mistake it could have done, however, was to fly just a little too low and entangle itself in her hair.

Now the stakes had been raised. Now a line had been crossed.

"GET THE HELL OUT MY HAIR, YOU CRAZY RAT WITH WINGS!" Piper yelled as she struggled to pull it out, all while the bat was also shrieking at its accidental predicament. Eventually she was able to rip the creature out, but the damage had been done.

And now it was going to pay.

"HOW DARE YOU! UH-UH!" She didn't even bother with magic this time. Swinging her own weapon like a club, she smashed the bat into the ground until it was nothing but a dissipating pile of ooze.

HP: 25
Damage:13
Mob HP: -11
 

[medigel]

Piper was all sorts of affronted and wounded noises as she checked herself in her compact, hastily trying to undo the damage that had been done. Luckily the bat hadn't been filthy: at worst her hair was just unruly and in need of some combing. BUT STILL. UGH.

She grabbed a ticket off the spot it had dissipated and looked for a way out, stat. It was time to re-beautify herself for the masses.

[ +1 ticket ]