((Morning))
((it isn't morning))
((Fair))
((J U S T S A Y I N))
((Meh>))
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He dove backwards, unsure whether it was safe to stay on the hot patch.
Adam: A pillar of lava broke through the hot ground.
"Nice gimmick."
Adam: "It isn't a gimmick! that axe is a gimmick!"
He grinned. "You sure?" He dashed forwards, hurling the axe at Adam.
Adam: He threw the nunchucks down and took out dual hatchets, holding them up in defense.
He was suddenly standing behind him, the axe still in the air. "Good luck!" He kicked him in the back and jumped into the air, grabbing the axe.
Adam: He let the kick send him flying, with the intent of it making the next attack miss.
He threw the axe again, this time from above him. "Just give up, kid!"
Adam: "WHY WONT YOU JUST LEAVE?!" he rolled out of the way, throwing four knives at him.
He twisted midair, attempting to dodge the blades.
rolled 1d4 and got 2
1=1 dodged, 2=2 dodged, etc.
He cried out in pain, two of the knives lodging themselves in his chest, blood spurting.
Adam: he came to a halt, panting and glaring at him.
He looked at the blood, somewhat surprised. "I'm impressed."
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