[ORP] Nothing to Sneeze At (MINIBOSS PG 18!!)

[Eight]

BOSS HP: 60

Remaining eerily silent the mare whipped her weapon forward once more, this time embedding the blade deep in the creature's flesh. She couldn't even see the sickle anymore it was so far in there. She wrenched it back, dragging the blade through the creature's flesh the entire way until it was finally ripped out of its body.

She took a step back, hands shaking.

HP: 9
Damage done: 10 BOOM ********  

[Yayoi]

The fact that Na'ima seemed really angry after she had pulled her out didn't really make Falair think twice about it. She was used to her sister acting this way though it had been a long time since she had seen her so angry. But at least she hadn't gotten stuck again so that was good for the time being.

Falair could concentrate on subduing the creature and deal with her sister later.

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HP: 16
DMG: 8
Boss HP: 52

 

[Eight]

BOSS HP: 48

Finally it was with both hands that she threw her weapon forward, though it barely touched the thing this time. When finally she drew her weapon back it was put away, and instead a hand came up to press against her eyes as she stepped back away from the creature.

HP: 4
Damage done: 4 at least she got one good roll  

[Smerdle]

Mmur slid out with a gooey gurgle, an unwanted helping of minipet butter lodged up his nose and down his throat by the time he landed back on solid ground. For a moment he sputtered and coughed like a newborn, rising to his feet on shaky legs and turning to face the one who had bested him, the one who was going to get what was coming to it if he and Na'ima had anything to say about it. He spared a look at the mare, eyes widening at her ferocity. He wouldn't have guessed she had it in her.

Anger rose in him as he watched, wild and somewhat comedic, and when he rushed forward to exact his revenge, Mmur made sure to shout a war cry back at Qarah as he went.

"THAAAAANKKKKK YOOUUUUUUUU!"

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HP: 27
Damage: 12
BOSS HP: 36

Prolixity

<3 <3 <3

 

[Yayoi]

Even still, Falair could not help but have her attention drawn away from fighting the creature once more as her sister stepped back. Hand pressed against her eyes. She moved closer, lingering just at arms length.

"Are you ok?"

Eight-

 

[Eight]

Falair's voice made the shaking mare tense up. She stopped but didn't drop her hand away. She didn't seem to be crying, but there was a slight sway to her stance. Someone had over exerted herself.

"I do not wish you near me right now, Falair," she replied without moving from her spot. She at least had sense to not attack her sister outright. "Go back to the fight, Sage." Go tame the beast.

Yayoi

 

[Seussi]

Wrath had no idea what was going on between Na and her sister. From what he could see of her, of them both, was that they were safe, and with that knowledge securely in mind, he was able to leave the famine stallion that he had reached to his own devices, and join into the fray proper himself.

Not quite dodging a blow from one oozing tentacle like appendage that swung out from the goop monster, Wrath was at least able to nick it with his blade.

HP: 32
Damage: 1
Boss HP: 35  

[ramenli]

Soren was all too happy to take his child back from Wrath, and in fact, if Wrath hadn't handed her back, she might have been taken.

Still, it was hard to stand back and watch a battle, but he would never put his child at risk. Not before she could walk and fight for herself at least.

She's safe, he thought at his priestess, then turned his attention to the other horsemen in the area, eyes resting for a moment on the mare Wrath and Neru seemed to know.

Na'ima seemed slightly worse for the wear, so as he waited Soren molded his Fear, sending it to her. Others would have to fight for him this time, but he knew his clansmen, they could take care of mere creature such as this on their own.

HP: 50
Status: Protecting the Bae
Healing Na'ima for 13
Boss HP: 35

Eight

Healing for you

Beejoux

Thinking at you~

 

[Yayoi]

A heavy frown set on her lips. Hidden by her mask at her sister's words.

But Falair did as she was told and returned to fighting the out of control creature.

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HP: 11
DMG: 4
Boss HP: 31

Eight

 

[Seussi]

He hadn't really felt as though the nick was sufficient, so he darted in for a thrusting strike before backing off again, though not without a few more scrapes on his person.

HP: 27
Damage: 4
Boss HP: 27  

[Eight]

Na'ima didn't even look up as Falair walked away. It was what she wanted her to do, after all. She was still angry with the mare but she didn't want to touch her. She had never hit Falair before and she wouldn't start doing that today.

Her hand lowered slowly from her face with a look of surprise when she suddenly felt less tired, more invigorated. Who..? She looked around, unsure of who had done it, but stopped when she noticed Wrath not far off. Her eyes narrowed again. He was still ignoring her but at least he'd rid himself of that foal.

Feeling less likely to collapse to the ground, she turned away from the main battle to instead approach the stallion. The moment he gave pause between attacks she reached out, slapping him square across the face.

In all honesty it stung her hand more than it likely hurt his face.

She gave her hand a shake after the impact, golden eyes narrowed as she gazed up at her stupid foal-loving stallion and his stupid attractive face.

HP: 17
Damage: 1 gg

Seussi

Good thing she's giving him a nice gift tomorrow right??????

 

[Seussi]

Now, Wrath had been slapped by mares a great many times throughout his life, for pretty much any reason imaginable. The difference between those times and this time, however, was that he at least, to some capacity, knew why he was being slapped.

He had caught Na'ima's approach from the corner of his eye, and had just turned to say something to her when her hand swung out to sting his cheek. It didn't move him save for a blink and a frown of confusion, and while he wanted to ask what it was he had done to deserve it, he bit his tongue, his face reddening slightly and from more than just the strike itself.

When he did speak, it was instead to say, "The enemy is that way." In his usual deep boom of a voice, while pointing towards the goopy mini conglomerate with his sword.

And then he simply turned away from her, because he decided he wasn't dealing with this right now.

eight

 

[Eight]

"I had to do something you would not just wave a hand in my face and brush me off for," she said unhappily as he walked away. She huffed, turning on her heel with her weapon again to face the creature and then swinging it forward. The creature wasn't fond of her actions either and gave her a smack just like she had given Wrath. Stupid thing.

HP: 12
Damage: 4
Boss HP: 23

Seussi

 

[chirigami]

It didn't seem any of them would be digested as of now, with the turn of events and the sudden shrinkage of the mass of Minipets. Those who had been pulled in had found their way out and the attack on the interesting construction was still on going.

Without his help as of now, as he completely missed. (Perhaps he was better left observing). At least the backlack didn't sting as much now. And Waits could take away that his glaring had finally been noticed by Qarah.

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hp: 27
damage: 0
BOSS HP: 23

 

[baby_gwing]

cool

HP: 35
Damage: 6 (using T1 Swift Strikes)

Boss HP: 17