HH [1 vs 1] 10 Paces, Cowboy! (Mot vs Gale)

[Bittiface]

Quote:

Rolling a 1: ALL DAMAGE IS MULTIPLIED BY 2, but you CANNOT USE FEAR/ CHARGED ATTACKS
Rolling a 2: STUDENTS/ HUNTERS DO NOT TAKE RECOIL DAMAGE FROM ANY ATTACKS.
Rolling a 3: ALL DAMAGE HAS NO MODIFIER (ie: you don't need to subtract -6 ) .
Rolling a 4: NO HEALING IS ALLOWED IN BATTLE
Rolling a 5: ALL RUNIC WEAPONS/ LEARNED ABILITIES DO 2x damage or Healing (if they damage) to their target.
Rolling a 6: ALL STUDENT/ HUNTER HP IS HALVED.

 

[Bittiface]

Mot wandered the hallways, in one of those moods where he didn't quite feel like himself. As such, he avoided social interacting and went out of his way to find a quiet place to ponder. In order to quell his downtrodden thought process, he instead pondered how to better his abilities.
He'd noticed as he grew as a student, that his weapon is what usually changed when he wanted change. His time as a Hob had split his single pistol into two, giving him a varied range of attacking. However, he wanted more precision in his attacks. More power. As a gunsmith reaper, he knew one way to do this. It would simply take practice.

His daydreaming, however meaningful, eventually landed him somewhere he did not mean to be. A Haunted House. The Haunted House.

The room was rather empty, with tall stacks of wooden crates being the only means of cover.  

[kuropeco]

Back in the Haunted House, Gale made his way down one of the dark, shadow-filled halls, the rifle in his hands held low and at the ready in case he needed to use it. Being promoted did not mean, of course, that he was relieved of the duties he'd held as a trainee - which meant that when he'd seen his name on the roster for Haunted House patrol, he'd had no choice but to come, despite his aversion to the place.

Brushing a few strands of his hair away from his face, Gale slipped into one room first - a room with dark wood paneling and thick, cushy armchairs that were covered in layers of dust and grime - and then another room, this one with neon colored furniture and bright orange curtains.

Now he made his way silently down another hall, his booted feet making soft thumping noises as he walked. Jinhai was making small talk every once in a while, quiet words of encouragement, or miscellaneous facts about things he could manage to remember.

Gale pushed his way into the next room, quietly, cautiously.

<< Gale. >> said Jinhai abruptly, ending his speech about keeping one's room clean.

Yeah, I know.

Slowly the door shut, Gale leaning back against it.

"...good afternoon, Halloween."  

[Bittiface]

Mot inhaled sharply, his returning memories of his first trip here halting for the moment. He was not alone. The cowboy turned his head to the side, noting the small blonde figure standing on the other side of the room.
A hunter.

More than that, more than the fear, there was an idea. He'd been so focused earlier on improving his power that the first thing he noticed about Gale was his weapon.

"A Rifle." Mot murmured under his breath. "That's a good idea."

He knew from his past experience with his weapons that he could manipulate the FEAR to alter it's form. So as Mot summoned his weapon, he twisted the smoky Fear into a more powerful, accurate weapon. A rifle on a chain soon appeared, and he shouldered his new weapon with a proud smirk.

Now for the test run.

Mot closed one eye and aimed, firing at the hunter without much notice.

Mot's HP: 50/50
Dmg: 3  

[kuropeco]

The Halloween creature looked...normal, almost. He could have passed for a human if he were careful, Gale thought, as he scrutinized the person in front of him. Tall and lanky, with dark hair pulled into a braid that fell down his back and a brown cowboy hat perched on his head, he could have stepped right out of one of those Western movies that his uncle had liked to watch.

Even the rifle that appeared in his hands, twisted from what looked like smoke, fit neatly into that possible scenario - minus the smoke part. Gale darted the side, the bullet skimming his waist as he moved, and he lifted his own rifle, crouching in position on the opposite side of the room.

"How rude," said Gale, peering through the telescopic lens. The barrel of the gun was resting on the top of one of the crates he was kneeling behind, and he could pinpoint the Halloween creature - reaper, as Jinhai reminded him - several yards away. "Firing on a stranger like that out of the blue."

But he had not fought anyone who had actually had a gun like his before. Most of the Halloween creatures he had seen fought with blades, or staffs, knives or bows - never guns.

Interesting, Gale thought to himself, as he fired off a shot, and then another, then another. Very interesting.




[ HP: 57/60
Target: Mot
Damage: 7
Charge: 1/3 ]  

[Bittiface]

Mot: 43/50
Dmg: 4

Mot sneered at Gale's comment, but soon ran to duck for cover as he was fired upon. A few bullets hit him, hissing from the pain as he ducked behind another pile of crates.

The Reaper breathed out and peeked around the corner, firing a quick shot or two out at Gale before trying to take cover again.

This was almost exciting. Like a real life gun fight between cowboys and outlaws. Just like his favorite shows and books. Only this was a lot more real and dangerous.  

[kuropeco]

There was a clatter as several of the crates were knocked to the ground, a few of the bullets from the reaper's gun crashing into them. One of the bullets soared towards him, and Gale let out his breath in a low hiss as one of them hit his arm, slicing a neat line through the arm of his coat.

His brand new coat, to be exact. Gale made a small, irritated noise. He pulled back away from the crates, flipped the rifle around, and took a few more well-aimed shots.

"Cat got your tongue, cowboy?"




[ HP: 53/60
Target: Mot
Damage: 5
Charge: 2/3 ]  

[Bittiface]

Mot: 38/50
Dmg: 5


Mot peeked out from his hiding spot once in a while to try and aim, only to get nicked by one of the passing bullets shot from Gale's rifle. He hissed and laid low, holding close his weapon as he thought of what to do.

The Hunter's words were heard, but he made no response right away. His eyes darted down and around another moment before twisting around and firing a few more shots, ducking down once again with his back to the pile of crates.

"I've no words share with you." Mot responded.  

[kuropeco]

One of the reaper's bullet's collided with the stack of crates beside Gale's head, and he darted out away from them, not entirely making it as one crashed into his back. He gave a low hiss, swearing internally while Jinhai made a soft, irritated noise in his head, and moved to crouch behind another stack of crates.

"Got a name?"




[ HP: 48/60
Target: Mot
Damage: 10
Charge: 3/3 ]  

[Bittiface]

Mot: 28/50
Dmg: 4

Mot fired another round at Gale, ducking for cover once again and hissing in pain.

Another hit. A rather nasty one. Mot held his head as blood trickled through his long dark hair and over his face. This hunter was terribly strong.


"My name is Mot O'Boyle." He answered, worried why a Hunter wanted his name. "Yourself?" Such formalities while in battle made him uneasy.  

[kuropeco]

Mot, thought Gale, as he shifted positions, relieving the pressure on one foot in favor of the other. Interesting name. Unusual - but then again, everything involving Halloween is.

He moved stealthily along behind the crates, staggering a little as one of them fell again, landing against his already injured shoulder, followed by one of Mot's bullets. Irritated, he pushed aside a crate and lifted the rifle, leveling it into position.

"A pleasure, Mot," said Gale in response, and fired off another shot, followed by several more in succession.

"My name is Gale Gentry."




[ HP: 44/60
Target: Mot
Damage: 9
Charge: 3/3 ]  

[Bittiface]

Pleasure? If there was any pleasure it was purely one sided. Mot found no pleasure in this at all. Formalities, yet again. It all came down to formalities.

The reaper inhaled sharply as crates came tumbling, followed by gunfire. He ran from the volley of bullet, getting hit every which way before hiding again. Gale Gentry? Mot filed the name for later. Who knew when knowing these things would be handy. He'd have to report it to Seeds perhaps.

Well, this Gale was strong, and Mot felt he had no choice but to use his Ace in the Hole.

The reaper came out of the woodwork, walking tall, and proudly into the open. "Adios, Gale." Mot called grimly, turning up the barrel of his weapon as it glowed red with Fear. He fired a large, powerful shot at the ceiling, letting it cave in on both of them.

Mot dissipated upon being buried.

Mot: 19 - 34 = -15 DISSIPATED
Damage To Gale: 31
FEAR: Gambler's Chance  

[kuropeco]

It may have been stupid, giving his real name so freely, but it was not as if Gale had anything to hide. What was done was done, and there were already others who knew his name; it would be foolish to think that it would stay hidden, anyway.

"Adios, Gale."

That was ominous. Gale's brows drew together, and he crouched low behind the crates, lifting his gaze to see the reaper holding his rifle towards the ceiling.

"No!" shouted Gale, leaping out. "No, stop, wait - !"

But it was too late. With a tremendous crash the bullets hit the ceiling, and there was an explosion of cement, wood, and plaster. Gale threw himself backwards, towards the wall, towards anything to shelter himself, but there was nothing.

<< Cover your head! >> came the yell from Jinhai, and Gale instinctively threw his hands up, over his head. It didn't do much - he could still feel the rubble cascading down onto him, and Gale let out a sharp hiss of pain every so often, crouched low in a corner.

And then it was done. A heavy silence filled the room, and Gale slowly moved his hands away, peering through the thick haze of smoke and dust. Coughing, he dragged himself to his feet, wincing at the stiffness of his joints, the pain of the rubble and the gunshots sinking into his veins.

The reaper was gone. Gale pressed his lips together angrily.

That b*****d.




[ HP: 13/60
Target: Mot
Damage:
Charge: 3/3 ]