Pleased To Please You [fight,closed]

In addition to the collision between her hand and the redhead’s rear end, Audrey took a seat on her as though she were a chair. Taking a deep drag of whatever foul substance resided within the mechanism between her lips, her gaze flared with great amusement. Exhaling a plume of smog from her nose and mouth, she watched the fight continue.

Boy, it was great not being sober.

She witnessed the glare directing daggers in her direction, and she shrugged her shoulders indifferently at it as though she failed to understand what she was glaring about. After lazily feigning ignorance for the hilarity, she watched the fight continue. This time Morgan chose to throw a kick, feinting for one type and then going for another. It reminded her of a question mark kick; she imagined it was going to be difficult to avoid, but the iron-eating woman seemed capable of eschewing the need with her high defenses.

Fascinating indeed. They were putting on quite the show for her. Maybe she should raid both today.

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Morgan Laroux Audrey Iron | Post 6

Perhaps realizing that she wasn't making any headway, the redhead had stopped her assault. She had even go so far as to ask the guild mistress to take a knee and serve her needs. Instead of force, she would try to appeal to them using diplomacy and charm. Drugs and sexual favor for Jerusalem and a position of high importance in this kingdom she's gonna forge. If she was this hot as a guy as she is now that she was a girl, she could tell how the King manage to gain their popularity. However...

"I'm flattered but right now I'm more interested in pounding your ass sheila."

The Guild Mistress rejected the idea outright. Mayhaps the scarlet king would have been a better choice as the leader of the guild. But his time had come to pass and this wolf ain't gonna release her reign just yet. Not after all the work she made to claim the position in first place.

"So save your breathe. And start clenching up. Cos you're gonna need it for what's coming."

With that Audrey would pull away from her and move towards Jerusalem. Her hand would reach out towards Jerusalem as if she was about to give her a high five. Should Jerusalem accept, she nodded in response.

"Tag~ Your turn now Salem. Think she's all nice and tender now."

With that the silverhead leaned on the wall, trying to do something about the flame on her hair. It's quite persistent, trying to snuff them out with just her fingers doesn't seem to work at all.

Jerusalem Godfrey Morgan Laroux

HP: 182 | MP: 100

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 0
DEF: 25
AC: 35
HEAL: 00
STAM: 10
Level: 01

MAGIC.
Iron Slayer Magic

Defense
Attack 1. None
Damage received: 0
Conditions: DoT (5 damage received.) (2/3)
Bonus Action
None
Effect: None
Total Damage Received: 5

Offense
Standard Action. None
— Attack Roll: None
— Condition Roll: None
Bonus Action.
— Effect: None
Potential damage: 0

Status:
DoT (2/3)
MP used: 0
MP regenerated: 10

Inventory
T1 Judgment.
A gunblade. Basically a sword with firing mechanism that she had forged personally using her Iron Slayer Magic. This weapon allowed her to attack her opponent from any range either by slashing with the blade itself or firing full metal jacket bullets..

After the impromptu high five, the purple-haired woman looked at her hand. She seemed uncertain, or too high, to discern the meaning behind it. It seemed that Audrey wanted her to take the stage, and she felt almost too lazy to oblige the request. And then Morgan opened her mouth, and she directed a dull gaze in her direction.

Listening to her reminded her about why she detested humanity. Their arrogance, their vices and their misconceptions. Greed—hubris—envy—everything stirred the emotions she attempted to bury through her immense intake of alcohol, drugs, and sex. That one tried to lecture her about the habit. Pushing herself up, she dusted herself off.

“You’re annoying me. I’ll remind you why you’re the King of Nothing, and your ill-fated reign expired long ago. What self-gratifying altruism you meted out in the past is eclipsed by the fact you don’t have a dick anymore, keep your meaningless, naïve spiels to yourself.”

Electricity crackled throughout her body, and forced the amethyst locks to become mussed and spiked in different segments. Rather than hostility, she became like a void. Her eyes deadened, and a lack of feeling or emotion seemed to define her as apathy and ribbons of lightning coursed through her veins. It was the hollow, pungent aura of a woman who did not give a single fuck anymore. Not the faintest, tiniest glimmer of regard for anything.

“Let’s get this over with so I can have my way with you, girl.”
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HP: 120/120 | MP: 91/110

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 27
DEF: 00
AC: 10
HEAL: 00
STAM: 12
Level: 03

MAGIC.

Defense
Attack 1. Hit or miss.
Attack 2. Hit or miss.
Damage received: ??
Conditions: Flurry 0/3, Life Drain 0/3

Offense
Standard Action - Godspeed (Flurry)
— Attack Roll: roll here
— Condition Roll: roll here
Bonus Action - Phoenix's Flames (Life Drain)
— Effect: ??
Potential damage: ##

MP used: 25
MP regenerated: 6

Inventory
T1 Nonmagical Weapon.

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Morgan Laroux Audrey Iron | Post 8

Now that Audrey had taken the role of an audience, she would study Jerusalem and Morgan closely. She had seen how Jerusalem had fought before and had assume that the girl would have taken a bit more distance between them. Thus she was quite surprised to see that the girl didn't immediately take distance after seeing Morgan rush in and even took the attack head on.

She would have chalk that up as being drunk or high were it not for the move she pulled next. A single leg takedown was not one would expect from a non-close combatant...and it didn't look like something she had tried just from seeing it once either. This would be follow up with a full on mount before working up on her was also quite impressive.

Taking another sip from the water bottle, Audrey wondered if the girl had any more interesting tricks hidden under her sleeve. The two of them certainly looked more serious within their bout as opposed to her own attempt earlier. As she was more focused on angering Morgan than actually battling her, she had played around a lot but now she wondered how she would have fare instead.

Jerusalem Godfrey Morgan Laroux

HP: 177 | MP: 100

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 0
DEF: 25
AC: 35
HEAL: 00
STAM: 10
Level: 01

MAGIC.
Iron Slayer Magic

Defense
Attack 1. None
Damage received: 0
Conditions: None
Bonus Action
None
Effect: None
Total Damage Received: None

Offense
Standard Action. None
— Attack Roll: None
— Condition Roll: None
Bonus Action.
— Effect: None
Potential damage: 0

Status:
MP used: 0
MP regenerated: 10

Inventory
T1 Judgment.
A gunblade. Basically a sword with firing mechanism that she had forged personally using her Iron Slayer Magic. This weapon allowed her to attack her opponent from any range either by slashing with the blade itself or firing full metal jacket bullets..

”Cute,” Jerusalem replied with indifference, allowing the jettisoned wad of blood to contact her cheek. It seemed to burn away the moment it collided with her skin; the electrical currents hot enough to evaporate most liquids uninvolved with Magic on contact. The damage she suffered before mended thanks to her divine abilities, a God-given right revolving around sadism and incineration.

The hammer fist collided with her cranium, and a jolt of pain seized her body. Despite the sensation pounding her head, the only response the woman garnered from Jerusalem was the same hollow stare she exhibited throughout the bout. Not only was her sense of pain diluted through drug interference, but she seemed to care little about even pain and suffering.

Sliding her arm around and behind the redhead’s neck, engaging an under hook behind her head. This position was often called the Captain Hook. Walking Morgan’s extended arm up to her head with her free hand, she heightened her hips into the air in a tripod position, before passing over to Morgan’s side. Applying a tremendous amount of pressure to her carotid, and she refrained from letting go until she felt her go unconscious. Then she would release her.

This technique was called the arm-triangle choke.
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HP: 98/120 | MP: 110/110

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ATK: 27
DEF: 00
AC: 10
HEAL: 00
STAM: 12
Level: 03

MAGIC.
NAPALM / LIGHTNING

Defense
Attack 1. Hit
Attack 2. n/a
Damage received: Healed 46 from leech effect. Took 22 this turn
Conditions: Flurry 2/3, Life Drain 2/3

Offense
Standard Action - Attack (Arm-Triangle Choke)
— Attack Roll: f_7hibeE +27
— Condition Roll: n/a
Bonus Action - Attack (Arm-Triangle Choke)
— Attack Roll: +27
— Condition Roll: n/a
Potential damage: 46 nonlethal total damage (23 per attack). Each attack is X1.0 Leech for Jerusalem

MP used: 00
MP regenerated: 10

Inventory
T1 Nonmagical Weapon.

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Morgan Laroux Audrey Iron | Post 10