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7/15/2025, 5:09:16 PM
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Clover draws her daggers, then crouches down. Both of their ears are still ringing from the gunshots, their small island is still riding the waves from the aftermath of Lorene’s swing, but there’s no time to waste.
“I gotta go help Lor-Lor!!”
“Wait, Clover-!”
The wolf-girl pushes off, bounding toward the Witch in the distance on all fours.
“-help me… get closer.”
Hermione’s voice trails off. She was about to scream in frustration, but instead, her eyes widen. That girl was moving incredibly fast, barely even a blur-!
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Lorene adjusts her grip on the sword, gritting her teeth as she stares up at the Witch now looming over her. Blocking this was going to suck-
>> χ (M6 Dexterity roll: 100 = Success!!!) << (Get to Lorene and the Witch!)
“grrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!”
“ΘaΘΘaaΘΘΘΘ-!?”
>> χ (M? Physical Affinity roll: 64 = M5 success) << (Destroy the Witch’s arm.)
>> χ (M3 Dexterity roll: 56 = Success) << (Aim correctly.)
A black blur slams into the beast’s side, and the Witch falls back, waves splashing from the impact. Its left arm was limp at its side, deep gashes running from its dark claws all the way up to bite deep into its shoulder, likely severing something important. It sinks back in the waves, the wailing from the pyre intensifying, and Lorene immediately rushes forward, hopping from island to island in order to capitalize on the opportunity presented to her.
>> Ѫ (M2 Dexterity roll: 72 = Success) << (Get to the Witch.)
>> Ѫ (M? Physical Affinity roll: 49 = M6 success) << (Swing your blade.)
>> Ѫ (M3 Dexterity roll: 90 = Success) << (Cut into the Witch.)
The girl swings her blade, cutting deep through the beast's flesh. A heavy gash ran diagonally across the Witch, nearly severing its right arm, and gallons of black ichor pour out onto the lake.
“ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ-”
It was on its last legs, nearing the brink of death. Clover growls from the ice behind the Witch, on all fours with hackles raised, while Lorene readies herself for another swing. The black liquid pouring from its wounds remains suspended over the surface of the water as a thick film. The Witch begins sinking back into the lake, unable to hold itself up, while the ever-burning pyre on its head lowers toward the waves.
Clover draws her daggers, then crouches down. Both of their ears are still ringing from the gunshots, their small island is still riding the waves from the aftermath of Lorene’s swing, but there’s no time to waste.
“I gotta go help Lor-Lor!!”
“Wait, Clover-!”
The wolf-girl pushes off, bounding toward the Witch in the distance on all fours.
“-help me… get closer.”
Hermione’s voice trails off. She was about to scream in frustration, but instead, her eyes widen. That girl was moving incredibly fast, barely even a blur-!
Ѫ
Lorene adjusts her grip on the sword, gritting her teeth as she stares up at the Witch now looming over her. Blocking this was going to suck-
>> χ (M6 Dexterity roll: 100 = Success!!!) << (Get to Lorene and the Witch!)
“grrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!”
“ΘaΘΘaaΘΘΘΘ-!?”
>> χ (M? Physical Affinity roll: 64 = M5 success) << (Destroy the Witch’s arm.)
>> χ (M3 Dexterity roll: 56 = Success) << (Aim correctly.)
A black blur slams into the beast’s side, and the Witch falls back, waves splashing from the impact. Its left arm was limp at its side, deep gashes running from its dark claws all the way up to bite deep into its shoulder, likely severing something important. It sinks back in the waves, the wailing from the pyre intensifying, and Lorene immediately rushes forward, hopping from island to island in order to capitalize on the opportunity presented to her.
>> Ѫ (M2 Dexterity roll: 72 = Success) << (Get to the Witch.)
>> Ѫ (M? Physical Affinity roll: 49 = M6 success) << (Swing your blade.)
>> Ѫ (M3 Dexterity roll: 90 = Success) << (Cut into the Witch.)
The girl swings her blade, cutting deep through the beast's flesh. A heavy gash ran diagonally across the Witch, nearly severing its right arm, and gallons of black ichor pour out onto the lake.
“ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ-”
It was on its last legs, nearing the brink of death. Clover growls from the ice behind the Witch, on all fours with hackles raised, while Lorene readies herself for another swing. The black liquid pouring from its wounds remains suspended over the surface of the water as a thick film. The Witch begins sinking back into the lake, unable to hold itself up, while the ever-burning pyre on its head lowers toward the waves.
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