>>1855066
>Take a left into a nearby alleyway

>>1855074
Writing

>>1855066
Making a sharp left turn into a nearby alleyway, you nearly run into a brick wall right in front of you. Digging your heels into the ground in order to show yourself to a halt, sending concrete everywhere. Finally stopping yourself, you hear Valentine protest the way you're carrying her.

>If you don't put me down and stop carrying me like a bag of rice, I will personally put a toe tag on you...

Ignoring her, you look around in order to find another escape route. Shit, you have no idea where you are, this small fish smelling town is like a maze! You ask valentine.

>where do we go from here!

She answers in frustration.

>I will tell you if you put me down!

>alright alright calm down.
>you can trade places with the wired body bag
>other (write in)

>>1855127
>alright alright calm down.
>When she tells us, pick her back up again

>>1855138
Writing

>>1855127
>Alright alright, calm down.

Putting her down on the street before you, she tells you your next stop.

>We're heading to the cathedral next.

>Are you serious...

She rolls her eyes.

>Do you want to get out of this rotting hell hole or not?

>Fine.

But there's just one twist, your leading this locomotive, not her! Picking her up again, you instantly feel a cold scalpel penetrating your skin once again and hear Valentine swearing loudly into your ear. Rushing through the brick building in front of you, you listen in to Valentine's instructions as you make your way to the Cathedral. That's odd... The warm smell of blood suddenly infatuates your nose as you continue running for the Cathedral.

>Look around for the source, somethin's not right!
>Keep going and maybe kick it up a notch.
>Other (Write in)

>>1855223
>Keep going and maybe kick it up a notch.
Let's not risk it, they might still be on our trail

>>1855228
Roll, DC is 45

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1855248

>>1855249
will roll in the place of one anon, after that going to take a quick hour break to let more anons to join in, after that, writing

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1855286
it would help if I rolled...

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1855248
>>1855286
Fret not! I just saw the post on the previous thread!

>>1855289
Noice

Back and writing

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>>1855291
>>1855249
This blood has to be coming from somewhere, and from your circumstances earlier, you know exactly where. Looking behind you, a black car follows you like a wolf with injured pray, with Eliza sticking her head out. The smell is coming from her hand, which is now skeleton like with the blood surrounding it taking the form of tendrils. They are slowly gaining on you with Eliza laughing.

>We still aren't done yet. You may have injured my "partner" but I am still here!

The white of her eyes are now just black voids, her pupils are a gold yellow and her smile has vanished to reveal an angry stare. Her car is gaining fast and those tendrils will strike at any moment.

>One thing left to do! Throw both Valentine and the body bag to safety and crash into the car!
>Hulk jump out of this bitch.
>Other (Write in)

>>1855561
>One thing left to do! Throw both Valentine and the body bag to safety and crash into the car!
Cars are nothing compared to Gigan might!

>>1855561
>One thing left to do! Throw both Valentine and the body bag to safety and crash into the car!

>>1855565
>>1855576
Roll 2d100s, DC of 50 to throw Valentine and the cargo to safety and 41 DC to smash into the car

Rolled 84, 55 = 139 (2d100)

>>1855605

Rolled 48, 1 = 49 (2d100)

>>1855605

>>1855617
Fuck's sake, i just went in and rolled even though i got *that* feeling when i was writing the roll
Sorry anon

>>1855622
It'll be fine, at least we passed the check to throw Valentine. We can shrug off a car to the chest

>>1855617
Look at it this way anon, we at least know our protagonist isn't a gary stu! However I will warn you that your battle damage with Cerebella and Eliza still is there sadly.

Writing

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>>1855561
Without thinking, you yell at Valentine.

>Brace yourself!

Before she can ask, you throw her in hopes of her landing on the roof of a nearby building. As she flies through the air, she grabs a hold of the body bag as it continued to hiss out of protest. Now it's your turn! Once gone, you instantly turn back and throw yourself at the car chasing you. Eliza looks amused by your attempts as her tendrils launch themselves in order to intercept you. Slamming directly into your gut, they made sure to hit their mark as they send you backwards, flying thirty meters in front of the car. Then, the start to hold you in place as the car comes speeding towards you, with the Jackle driver yelling out.

>Road kill!

The car hits you in the face, pain shooting everywhere in your body as you then rocket into a food cart. Metal and hibachi goes everywhere as it chars your back to a crisp as Eliza cackles with delight at your pain. Everything starts to go dizzy as the world around you spins and fades in and out of reality. You manage to catch Valentine in the corner of your eye on top of the building you threw her to. Is that... Concern in her eyes?

>Get back up and continue to fight!
>Try and get out of here! Live to fight another day!
>Other (Write in)


Hp, 30%

Meter, 15%

Valentine.

Hp, 55%

Meter, 28%

Cerebella.

Hp, 40%.

Meter, 0%

Eliza.

Hp, 65%

Meter, 25%

>>1855622
>>1855633
Mentions just in case there are phone posters

>>1855709
>Try to get out of here! Live to fight another day!
>Run past Eliza and grapple Cerebella, use her as a meatshield as we retreat

>Try and get out of here! Live to fight another day!
>Try and throw something at Eliza to slow her down as we retreat.
>>1855714
I don't think she's here.

>>1855724
>>1855709
Not sure how I messed up linking that

>>1855733
No she's still in the car, her spirit has been absolutely crushed, her face has been bruised to hell and back and in a ptsd like state from the multi slam ho slam down but yes, she's here

>>1855724
>>1855738
Damn
She'll shield us from a few bloodspikes at most so i say we attempt to take her

>>1855742
Even if Eliza doesn't want to attack her subordinate, having her around as a bargaining chip/punching bag would be useful. We should try to take her with us.

>>1855742
>>1855747
So grand theft waifu it is then?

>>1855756
Sounds good to me

>>1855756
Yes

>>1855761
>>1855776
In that case writing

>>1855709
You must live to fight another day, so that you can make a rug out of this egyptian cat! Picking yourself up, the world continues to spin as you look around for the car, which has now come to a full blown stop and released an angry Eliza. Once spotted, you make a mad dash for it all the while getting a few scratches from Elizas's blood magic. Now standing feet away from it, you throw yourself into it, feeling metal and glass scrape at you, to the anger of the giant bird.

>And I just had it re painted...

Now that your body is in the car, you find a Cerebella, eyes puffy from sobbing? Her hat sits by her side as it's hand lays atop her leg. However, once it see's you it tries to go back into its large shape like the previous fight but you got the jump on it and Cerebella and dive for her. Your body slams you and her through the other side of the car, barely dodging Eliza's blood tendrils. As you now make another break for it, with Cerebella still in hand, the tendrils strike at you again, this time, you use Cerebella's body to block each attempt. Over the course of ten seconds, the attacks suddenly start to stop as Eliza looks on in confusion. Even the Jackle questions her.

>Why did you stop attacking boss! We got em by the ropes!

She shakes her head.

>Because he now has Vitale's favorite enforcer as a body shield and if I come back and say I killed her. I will never hear the end of it.

Eliza grows a smug smile.

>But if she was taken prisoner... Then Vitale would help me bring in her...

The bird raises an eyebrow and say's something however you now run out of ear shot of the two.

>Search for Valentine, she was just here a second ago!
>Interrogate Cerebella. Time for answers!
>Other (Write in)

>>1855761
>>1855776
Mentions

>>1855854
>Search for Valentine, she was just here a second ago!
Let's get to the Cathedral before we talk to Cerebella

>>1855854
Almost forgot, meter and health

Hp, 25%

Meter, 20%

Valentine.

Hp, 55%

Meter, 31%

Cerebella.

Hp, 35%.

Meter, 0%

Eliza.

Hp, 65%

Meter, 0%

>>1855854
>Break neck
>Search for Valentine, she was just here a second ago!

Hmmmm

>>1855868
If we kill her here, Eliza can use that to get the mob after us harder. Besides, that seems like an anticlimactic way to take revenge.

>>1855908
I know, i just have a massive murder boner for her because of her ending

>>1855915
I know, but there's more satisfying ways to kill her than snapping her neck in a back alley, at least in my opinion.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Rolling 1 for >>1855865

Rolling 2 for >>1855868

>>1855924
Shit, forgot to add for the Cerebella death scene, roll a 40 or higher

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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1855930

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1855930
Guess my luck finally ran out, Double's my waifu so I don't mind all too much.

>>1855930
Waiwaitwaitwait
I forgot to write that i was supporting
>>1855908
No kill plz

>>1855942
Add two to the body cou-

>>1855963
...Give me ten minutes to think about this...

>>1855987
My roll was the only one that passed, and I didn't want to kill her anyway.

>>1855963
>>1855987
>>1855993


I don't see the point in murdering her, right now at least. How are we supposed to continue bullying her in the story if she dies?

>>1855993
>>1856007
Hmmm.

I will allow a quick five minute vote to either keep her alive or kill her one last time. Which ever one wins the most wins however... It's permanant and the only reason I am doing this is to make sure you all agree on something

>>1856007
Exactly

>>1856034
I want to keep her alive, so we can continue enlightening her on how to properly fight.

>>1856044
>>1856047
>>1856007
So gentlemen, I will ask one last time.

Dead or Alive?

>>1856034
If I'm not late I'd prefer for her to live.

>>1856064
Alive is stil my desire

>>1856064
Alive so we can hurt her some more later until the inevitable face off that ends in her gruesome death

>>1856064
Let her live, instead pound her into the ground head-first, the way we normally leave her.

>>1856077
>>1856089
She lives... For now. Writing

>>1856099
Do this too plz
>>1856101
Insult to injury!

>>1856099
>>1856105
>Leaving behind a perfectly good punching bag
We can't just practice our more dangerous moves on Valentine

>>1856111
Shit, you're right
Punch her into Eliza's direction then run off?

>>1856138
Like I said earlier, take her with us.

>>1856139
I know
:^)

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>>1855854
As you run through the city, you contemplate on wether or not to kill her. To break her neck, or not to break her neck, that is the question. At one point, you were close to doing it, you were so close in fact you actually grabbed her by the throat and began to squeeze. It's so easy... Too easy... You want a bigger, badder opponent, wasting such strength on this punching bag would disappoint Grendal. So instead, you continue to run as your wounds still bleed and your hunger for combat and revenge grows. Cerebella asks.

>W-why am I still alive...

You laugh.

>Do you think I honestly would waste energy on such a pathetic punching bag? No.

She sniffles as if she was crying.

>True... Vitale was wrong about me, wasn't he...

>Yes!

Continuing to run, you try to remember the instructions Valentine gave you however, the concussion limits your capacity to think. Before you could think yourself to death however, you see a smoke signal in the air. Before long, you see Valentine hopping on roof tops in order to keep up with you. She asks.

>Why on earth did you keep the Medici thug!

>She's just a punching bag, not a threat.
>Body shields!
>Other (Write in)

>>1856164
>I'm not letting her leave until she learns to fight without using cheap gimmicks
>Also I need someone to practice my more dangerous moves on

>>1856164
Boi, first time i got that i enjoyed it so much

>She'll be my future punching bag but right now she's my meat shield!

>>1856099
>>1856069
>>1856146
>>1856139
mentions for phone posters

>>1856164
>I'm not letting her leave until she learns to fight without using cheap gimmicks
>Also I need someone to practice my more dangerous moves on

I wonder if we can make her as devoted to gigan wrastlin' as she was to the Medici.

>>1856164
>This is no threat, this is a victim and hostage
>I'm not letting her leave until she learns to fight without using cheap gimmicks

>>1856171
>>1856173
>>1856187
>>1856194
Writing.

Also I would like to note, this was a very important moment in Glewvar, the whole to kill or not to kill spot. You just got a glimpse into his thinking process and molded it. Every time you post in a thread (wether it be shitpost or not), you do help morph and edit Glewvar as a character, how he reacts to his surroundings. Setting up future encounters and how it dictates his future. I hope you all realize that.

>>1856218
Well shit i didn't know that
Fuck

>>1856218
Duly noted boss.

>>1856218
Noted

>>1856218
Neat

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>>1856164
>She'll be my future punching bag but right now she's my meat shield! Besides, this is no threat, this is a victim and hostage, a victim of a false system that supported weakling who rely on cheap gimmicks and false tricks to win their battles. No might... No skill... Just a hollow pit of coddling, borrowed strength and the result of in-proper training. All of that is a dangerous cocktail that will only end in self destruction of herself if she's luck, if not, then herself and everyone around her. If this was a proper Gigan wrestling match, she would have gotten eaten alive on the spot.

You see the Cathedral in the distance as you close in on it. Looking back at a half concussed, sobbing, brutalized Cerebella, you continue.

>This isn't all her fault though, her peers mistaken her arrogance for confidence and might with over reliance. An error that has nearly costed her life as a result. She lives today not on her own skill, not on her own merritt, but by sheer luck and my pity. The worst way a fighter could be sparred.

The Cathedral is even closer, you should be there any minute.

>That's why she's still here and with me. If I cannot teach her the meaning of might then I will beat it into her until she knows it or dies trying.

Valentine looks on in interest.

>I never knew you could be philosophical...

You now reached the Cathedral, it's size is absolutely massive! What kind of nuns live here! Valentine asks.

>Wait outside for a minute. This won't take long.

>Head inside anyways, time to patch up.
>Wait outside, you've got a lot of time now on your hands...

>>1856290
>Wait outside
>Slap Cerebella
Did you pay attention to that?

>>1856290
>>Wait outside, you've got a lot of time now on your hands...

>>1856290
>Wait outside, you've got a lot of time now on your hands...
Let's chat with our new pupil

>>1856299
>>1856300
>>1856301
Writing

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>>1856299
>>1856300
>>1856301
>>1856278
>>1856237
>Take your time.

Not even looking down at her, you ask Cerebella.

>Did you even hear any of that...

To your surprise, you can feel her head move up and down in an attempt to nod. She actually managed to listen to you for once, I guess that's the aftermath of having your will and views put in a chokehold... The Cathedral doors open to reveal Valentine and a nun with her eyes closed. You ask.

>Your partner, I presume.

She nods.

>This is double.

You extend your hand in order to shake hers as she returns the favor. Her hand feels... Like death warmed over... She opens her eyes to reveal a pure, blood red eyes as if posesed, she speaks up during the hand shake.

>A pleasure to finally meet you. The trinity speaks highly of you.

>Pleasures mine?
>Trinity?
>Just patch me up, I am bleeding because SOMEONE, decided to stab me with a scalpel!
>Other (Write in)

>>1856368
>Pleasures mine?
>Trinity?

>>1856368
>All three, in the same order

>>1856379
This.

>>1856379
>>1856395
Writing

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>>1856368
>the pleasure is mine?

She laughs to herself.

>Valentine I really do hope your "Assistant" is as good as the trinity and yourself says. But, again, if the trinity say's he's an asset, then I have no right to question.

You speak up for yourself.

>Ok what are the trinity!

Double laughs some more.

>I guess ignorance truly is bliss.

>Just shut up and batch me up already, I am bleeding because SOMEONE, decided to stab me with her scalpel!

>I warned you not to pick me up... And then you picked me up.

>To protect you and the cat, lady, thing!

Double speaks up amidst the insults flying.

>Calm down both of you, we have much to discuss.

Both of you manage to shut up... For now. As you walk inside, Cerebella still in hand, you look at the scenery before you. It's absolutely gorgeous with art and mural's decorating the ceiling, like the renaissance of old. Makes you kind of regret dragging Cerebella, who's bloodied nose now creates a trail leading inside. Double ask's you.

>Do you need help in disposing of this... Filth?

>No, she's a punching bag of mine.
>No, she's far to broken, and death is simply the cowards way out.
>Please! If anything you will only do her a favor as she begging to be put down like a dog!
>Other (Write in)

>>1856490
>No, she's far to broken, and death is simply the cowards way out.
>I will shape her into a real fighter.

>>1856376
>>1856379
>>1856395
Mentions for phone posters

>>1856490
>Not right now, maybe later when she's outlived her punching-bag usefulness
>Or not at all if she turns out well enough

>>1856498
>>1856509
Writing

>>1856490
>No, she's far to broken, and death is simply the cowards way out.

Double tilts her head to the side.

>Are you sure? I know she isn't nearly as powerful to deal any real damage but she can be an annoyance.

>Not right now, maybe later when she's outlived her punching-bag usefulness... Or not at all if she turns out well enough.

Valentine laughs.

>So you're taking in a charity case are you? I have no qualms with it but please don't let her interrupt my research. If she does than expect more than just sand coming out of your "Punching-bag".

You chuckle as you ask Double.

>Do you know where she can stay?

She smiles.

>Of course, I will take her from here. However, Valentine will be needing some...

Suddenly, you hear a loud set of crashing, glass breaking and a Valentine struggling to keep something still. Then, a head starts to roll out of the makeshift operation room... With the body soon behind it, following it like a pet dog. Valentine then bursts out of the door in order to give chase to the cat lady from earlier.

>Assistance

That is it for this session, next one will be tomorrow at 3:00pm if you are all up for it. If not, then I can easily reschedule for tomorrow at around 5 or 6. Feedback would be lovely, writing wise, scheduling wise or QM wise.

>>1856578
I'll be around, boss

>>1856578
YAY
MS. FORTUNE

See you then op!

>>1856578
Thanks for running, see you tommorrow OP

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>No, she's far to broken, and death is simply the cowards way out.

Double tilts her head to the side.

>Are you sure? I know she isn't nearly as powerful to deal any real damage but she can be an annoyance.

>Not right now, maybe later when she's outlived her punching-bag usefulness... Or not at all if she turns out well enough.

Valentine laughs.

>So you're taking in a charity case are you? I have no qualms with it but please don't let her interrupt my research. If she does than expect more than just sand coming out of your "Punching-bag".

You chuckle as you ask Double.

>Do you know where she can stay?

She smiles.

>Of course, I will take her from here. However, Valentine will be needing some...

Suddenly, you hear a loud set of crashing, glass breaking and a Valentine struggling to keep something still. Then, a head starts to roll out of the makeshift operation room... With the body soon behind it, following it like a pet dog. Valentine then bursts out of the door in order to give chase to the cat lady from earlier.

>Assistance

>How is she even alive.
>Does she want someone to hold her down?
>other (write in)

>>1857889
>Does she want someone to hold her down?

>>1857889
>Tackle the body and pin it.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1857937 Rolling 1 for

Rolling 2 for >>1857952
After that, writing

>>1857889
>>1857937
>>1857952
>You got it.

Before the body could even react, you lunge for it in order to wrangle it to the ground. It struggles as claws, kicks and violent shaking begins to occur from the headless body in an attempt to free itself from you. Ten minutes of non-stop struggling, you finally managed to pin it to the ground... After it clawed at you several times at you and nearly made you blind in your left eye. But what you still don't get is how on earth is this bitch still alive! Her body has no head, blood's everywhere, and yet it still walks. You ask.

>Wait a minute, how is this thing still moving!

Valentine responds after catching the head of ms fortune.

>That's what I intend to find out with my little surgery.

Ms fortune's head actually manages to speak despite being severed from her vocal cords.

>Nice try nurse lady and jolly green giant but I would rather keep my body and life.

She then bites into Valentine's arm and breaks free. What do.

>Go after the head, I will prep the body for its operation or whatever you called it.
>Give Valentine the body and go after the head yourself.
>Other (Write in)

>>1858030
>Go after the head, I will prep the body for its operation or whatever you called it.

>>1858030
>Go after the head, I will prep the body for its operation or whatever you called it.
Brace every part of her body.

>>1858031
>>1858059
Supporting.
Make it humble

>>1858031
>>1858059
Roll, DC is 65 (So so sorry for the long wait time, I would like to have internet but this hurricane is kicking my ass)

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1858140
Whoa man

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1858140

>>1858176
Crazy cat lady isn't going anywhere, writing

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>1858140
I'm assuming your not in the direct path of the storm, but I pray for your safety OP. Those storms are some heavy shit.

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>>1858166
>>1858176
>>1858190
>Go after the head, I will prep the body for its operation or whatever you called it.

Nodding, Valentine takes off after the head while you hold onto the body for dear life. You feel it kick, scratch and elbow you in an attempt to break free but your grip holds strong as Double opens the door for her surgery. Like your safe house previously, the entire room is taken over by one large operating table with dried and fresh blood stains on it. The walls are adorned with the same scalpels she uses in combat as well as a multitude of bone saws. A giant IV rack with bag stands next to it with fresh blood in it. Lugging the body over to the table like luggage, you finally pin it right on it. Double remarks at its strength.

>Even without a head, it still possesses super natural strength and agility, even to go as far as having a mind of its own.

>We can gush about how cool it is that it can go full on cockroach later, right now we need to restrain it!

Double frowns however she still manages to strap ms fortune's body's hands to the table along with its legs. Once strapped in, Valentine opens the door, with a ms fortune bitting into her arm like a bear trap. Sprinting over towards the body, she quickly attaches it right back on as if it was a building block. She jokes about her.

>I may be a nurse but I am willing to play vets...

She looks at you, signaling we're about to begin the surgery.

>Hand her the scalpels. Time to play doctor!
>Oh no! You can do this by yourself, i'm no vet!
>Other (Write in)


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>>1858190
No worries anon, at least the only railroading you will have to fear from this quest is an actual railroad hitting me due to the hurricane picking it up and chucking it at me!

>>1858220
>I can't stand the thought of a cat getting experimented and cut upon! You can do this by yourself!

>>1858220
>Oh no! You can do this by yourself, i'm no vet!
>I need to see my punching bag. We have much to talk about.

>>1858226
>>1858244
Writing

>>1858220
>Oh no! You can do this by yourself, i'm no vet!

She laughs.

>Your funeral.

You wanted to make a quick joke about it being ms fortunes but you decide against it. As you walk out of the operation room, you see Valentine apply rubbing alcohol to get ms fortune prepped for surgery Once out, you hear the sound of a cat hissing in extreme amounts of pain. You never could stand watching a cat being cut open like that. Maybe it was the fact you used to have a cat yourself as a kid and you found it gutted like a fish due to wolves. Or maybe the sound they make when they do get surgery without pain killers. Whatever it was, it made your skin crawl and your stomach un easy. Your trance gets interrupted by Double as she tells you.

>I will be staying with Valentine in order to help with the "patient", your charity case is in the back room of the Cathedral. Near the storage room.

>Thank you, I will be paying her a visit.
>Thank you, but first I need to get some air.
>Other (Write in)

>>1858226
>>1858244
Mentions for phone posters

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>>1858277
>tfw the character you want to kill is probably going to have a redemption arc but the character you like and the one you're taking revenge for is going to die/be crippled

>Thank you, I will be paying her a visit.

>>1858303
Writing.

just remember anon, you had a chance to kill off the weak, instead, you decided to spare, showing pity for a pitiful creature

>>1858277
>Thank you, I will be paying her a visit.

Also

>Your funeral.

What did she mean by this?

>>1858277
>thank you, I will be paying her a visit.

Nodding, she then goes back into the operating, with a loud hissing sound and a struggling Valentine suddenly fill the Cathedral. As the door shuts, it all goes away, as if it was nothing more than wind. Walking down to where Cerebella was kept, your foot steps echo through out the church. It makes your hair stand on end... As if something evil lurked down in it, like a poison, slowly killing off its victim. Making a right once reaching the end of the church, you start to see the storage room, as well as Cerebella's. You shout.

>Get up! We have a lot ahead of us.

You hear someone scrambling up to meet you from either a bed or the floor itself. Then, you see her, eyes still puffy from crying but lax, like she just woke up from sleeping. She asks.

>What?

>I want to see how you preform without your pathetic hat.
>Time for a lesson in might makes right.
>Other (write in)

>>1858303
>>1858319
Mentions for phone posters

>>1858399
>I want to see how you preform without your pathetic hat.
>Time for a lesson in might makes right.
Both of these, in that order.

>>1858399
>I want to see how you preform without your pathetic hat.
>I hope you picked up the basics at the very least before that hat made you lazy

>>1858399
>I want to see how you preform without your pathetic hat.
>Time for a lesson in might makes right.
Both of these

>>1858403
>>1858406
>>1858422
Writing

>>1858399
>I want to see how you preform without your pathetic hat and I really hope you picked up the basics before it made you lazy.

Opening her door, you escort her to the center of the Cathedral, You take as long as possible to do it, let her sweat in anticipation, anxiety and nervousness to the unknown. Once in the center, you tell her to go to the side opposite of you in order to face one another. Cerebella is clearly extremely scared about the up and coming fight for her life, that's not a good sign, fear will only cause her to flinch. Studying her posture, she's un even, easily able to be swept up from underneath to off balance her. Arm's in a boxing position, mimicking her old hat, she doesn't have the power for such offensive capabilities to be a slugger like her hat. You tell her.

>This is not just a lesson in fighting. This is a lesson on how might makes right, wether it be intellectual, physical or elastic, might has and always will make right. Now, Charge!

Cerebella charges at you, still in a boxing position...

>Sweep her from underneath, she's clearly out of position.
>Spear her, she's not expecting it.
>Other (Write in)

>>1858422
>>1858406
>>1858403
Mentions for phone posters

>>1858482
>Sweep her from underneath, she's clearly out of position.

>>1858482
>Sweep her from underneath, she's clearly out of position.
>Explain exactly why what she did was idiotic.

>>1858502
Seconding

>>1858502
Good idea

>>1858502
>>1858504
>>1858505
Roll, DC is 34

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1858511

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1858511

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1858511

>>1858514
Writing

>>1858482
>>1858502
>>1858504
>>1858505
As she rushes you, you can clearly see how her position wouldn't work. It's based off the slugger style of boxing, she doesn't have the weight, strength or endurance for it. Once she gets within striking distance, your hand shoots up to intercept her leg and knocks her off balance. Following it up with a quick, stern punch to the gut, she's sent flying twenty feet back as a result. You chastise her.

>You are still relying on your hat even when its completely gone!?!

>How am I still relying on it! I am not even wearing it!

Shaking your head, you reply.

>Your stance, it's copying it. You took up a boxers position, specifically a sluggers. Sluggers rely on their strength and endurance to win their fights, you have neither endurance or strength... Yet...

Cerebella looks dumb founded, but never the less, she nods in agreement, you tell her.

>Try again... This time, do not try to recreate your hat's fighting style...

Suddenly, you see her do a few backflips as if she was apart of the circus. Then, she jumps on one of the near by statues, then uses it as a launching mechanism and jumps again, this time, aimed at you.

>Dodge it.
>Knock her out of the air, this is a fight, not a show.
>Other (write in)

Hp, 100%
Meter, 25% (due to iniative)

Cerebella.

Hp, 80%
Meter, 4%

>>1858576
Hmmm
Interesting
>Tank it, let's get a feel of how this works for her

>>1858590
Supporting

>>1858590
>>1858596
Writing

I like this. Training her to fight is pretty fun honestly.

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>>1858632
Not as much fun as it would be KILLING HER

>>1858576
>>1858590
>>1858596
Well this is a new one, a turnbuckle techniques that looks like it does carry at least some weight to it. Let's see how much damage it can do. Cerebella falls down to earth like a bolt of lightning, air making a whistling sound as she does. Whatever she's planned or created, it's clearly working. She slam's into you, while it didn't hurt as much, the sheer shock of it did throw you off as much as the impact itself, which sent you thirty feet backwards. Slowing yourself down by grabbing the floor beneath you, you exclaim.

>How come you don't use your acrobatics more often. That was mildly impressive.

Cerebella shakes her head.

>I just didn't have to use it since my hat did all of the heavy lifting for me.

Of course... How could you have not expected that answer...

>Do you feel proud that you managed to fight something without that hat?
>She's distracted, move in for a match ending blow!
>Other (Write in)

>>1858590
>>1858596
>>1858621
>>1858632
>>1858648
>>1858654

>Do you feel proud that you managed to fight something without that hat?
She is a trained circus clown. Why are we not teaching her how to fight like a Lucha Libre wrestler?

>>1858654
>She's distracted, move in for a match ending blow!
>Never let your guard down!

>>1858664
Support

>>1858654
>Do you feel proud that you managed to fight something without that hat?
>>1858663
That's a good idea actually. There are other styles of wrestling than our own

>>1858663
>>1858677
Writing

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>>1858663
>>1858664
>>1858675
>>1858677
>Do you feel proud that you managed to fight something without that hat?

>It feels... Weird without Vice Versa by my side when fighting.

You chuckle.

>You will get used to it, eventually.

Suddenly, you hear the cathedral doors slam open like a bomb went off right in front of them. A strange man, covered my his trench coat looks angry as all hell, and with the size to back it up. He quickly glances left and right as if he was searching for someone. Once he spots you, his hand, covered in brass with steam shooting out of them, points at you while screaming.

>It was you wasn't it!

You raise an eyebrow.

>Excuse me...

>You iced peacock!

>Which one was that? The red headed step child or that one time in Giganta Plaza involving Gretchen the goose?
>Calm down... And get out!
>Other (write in)

>>1858786
>Which one was that? The red headed step child or that one time in Giganta Plaza involving Gretchen the goose?

>>1858786
Oh fuck, i forgot they were "partners"

>Brat deserved it anyhow
>Now get out!

>>1858786
>You're going to fight me no matter what I say, so let's just get to it.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

Rolling 1 for >>1858794

Rolling 2 for >>1858798

Rolling 3 for >>1858802

After that roll, DC is 67

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1858837

>>1858839
Writing

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>>1858786
>wait, you have to be more specific.

Before you can even blink, the man in the trench coat charges at you, fists at the ready. However, mechanisms are no match for Gigan might! As he raises his fist to slam into you as hard as it can, it does meet its mark and connects however, it deals little to no damage as your flexing merely bounces it off. He raises it again and hits you but once again, your muscles manage to block it again. This continues for roughly five minutes as you try to remember what made him angry, listing every possible thing.

>Was it that time that one time in Giganta Plaza involving Gretchen the goose? No, can't be, Gretchen hated Humans... Maybe that one wrestling match where I sent Oak over the top rope and crushed your pet goat? No, you're to small.

His fists continue to pound into you as he screams out.

>I meant Peacock! The little girl!

You snap your fingers.

>That's it! The person with the two synthetic parasites who overly relied on them and ultimately costed her life! Seriously, that peacock?

His scream now goes from pure anger to just a blood curdling greif.

>Yes! HER!

Ok, enough of this silliness, grabbing one of his fists, you punch him off of you and tell Cerebella.

>Watch and learn what happens when someone rely's on a gimmick...
>Head back to your room. I will deal with this... Man?
>Other (Write in)

>>1858798
>>1858802
>>1858839
Mention's for phone posters

>>1858985
>Watch and learn what happens when someone rely's on a gimmick...

>>1858985
Oh this is golden, one of the characters i hate the most freedom suffering cuz peacock is ded
Wooooooo
>>1858985
>Watch and learn what happens when someone relies on a gimmick too much...
We'll send her off after a few actions

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>>1858985
>Overwhelm him in an exchange of blows
>"Let me show you how it is done."

>>1859023
>>1859014
>>1859008
Why not both?

>>1858985
It just hit me that we killed a little girl
Is it fucked up i enjoyed those posts? Is my murder boner too stronk?

>>1858985
>Watch and learn what happens when someone rely's on a gimmick...
>Overwhelm him in an exchange of blows

>>1859008
>>1859014
>>1859023
>>1859033
Roll 5d100s, to pass DC for all of them is 50 and over.

Also, forgot Hp and meters.

Hp, 100%

Meter, 25%

Big band.

Hp, 98%

Meter, 5%

Almost forgot

Move set.

With 0% to 24%, you can use.
Basic jab.
Basic kick.
Suplex.
German Suplex.
Irish whip: Throw your opponent to either create some distance or set up for more combos.
Spear: Throw yourself at an opponent’s abdomen to close the distance on opponents or set up for combos.
Stronghold: A classic move of the GWF, you close line your opponent and, if timed right, can break combos.
25% to 49%.
Super suplex: A suplex but you toss them up in the air and then preform the move with more damage and knockback for more combos

Super German Suplex: A German Suplex but with more damage and a stun if used perfectly.

Backbreaker: Hoist your opponent up into the air and thrust his back against your shoulders, dealing damage and holding an opponent high in the air to lead them into suplexes or combos.

Headlock: Hold your opponents head in between your arms and squeeze them, dealing damage and leading into a combo.

Slam Ho!: Your signature moved developed while wrestling back home, you grab your opponents leg, lift them over your shoulder and slam them into the ground on theirs.
50% to 74%

Sharp shooter: Cross your opponents legs in put your leg in between the gap and pull as hard as you can on them, dealing heavy damage and slowing them for a turn.
Dropkick: Jump and, in midair, use both legs to kick your opponent, causing huge knockback and stunned if timed correctly.
Ankle lock: Grab your opponents leg and apply pressure on their food, as long as you manage to hold it in, it deals damage.

Camel clutch: Meter, 50%: Putting the opponent in a much more damaging submission hold, it requires higher rolls to deal damage or to even use it however the reward is the insane amount of damage it can do.

75% to 99%
Flying Star Press: Jump up to an extreme height and crash down onto your opponent.

Bulldoze Blank: Rush in on your opponent and preform three super German suplexes in one turn.

Diamond dunk power bomb, Meter, 75%: This power bomb packs one hell of a punch and can be damn near called a mini gigaton bomb!

100%
The Gigaton Bomb: Based on the finishing move of Grendal, you throw your opponent up into the air and slam their gut right atop on your knee, dealing 40 to 50% of an opponent’s health depending on how weak they are.

Super camel clutch, Meter, 100%: For if someone truly, absolutely, positively need their back broken and made humble, rolling a whopping 15 dice, the roll requirement is much higher than a normal one however it deals severely more damage and can even end a fight in one turn if all rolls connect!

Rolled 343 (1d500)

>>1859046

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Rolled 85, 97, 24, 27, 19 = 252 (5d100)

>>1859046
ORA ORA ORA ORA!!!!!

Rolled 41, 95, 31, 3, 88 = 258 (5d100)

>>1859046
>>1859055
Kek, how did i fuck that up so bad?

Rolled 81, 72, 55, 59, 82 = 349 (5d100)

>>1859057
>>1859060
>We've only passed two out of three in all of these
Kek

Rolled 100, 12, 54, 30, 86 = 282 (5d100)

>>1859046

>>1859066
Holy Fuck
>>1859070
Not as impressive but
>100
Nice

>>1859066
Well, you showed big band you can not only pay the piper, but play it as well.

Writing

>>1859057
>>1859060
>>1859066
>>1859070
Turning to Cerebella, you tell her.

>watch and learn what happens when someone rely's on a gimmick. Now...

Big Band rushes you again, arms still extended, you shout to him.

>Let me show you how it is done!

You rush to meet him as the two of you head on each other like fighting bulls back home. With a loud, satisfying crash, the both of you meet in the middle, fists clashing against each other like car crashes. Each strike is repaid with another strike as the both of you fight to see who's stronger. So far, it's you who has the advantage, with you even damaging his hands during the exchange. He tries to kick up his speed a notch but even then, it's as useless as a wasp trying to get through glass. He yells out.

>You might be stronger, but my speed is to much for you to handle!

Suddenly, his fists fly so fast you can barely even keep up anymore. With blinding speeds, it looks like he's about to overwhelm you. With a deep growl, you increase your speed in an attempt to catch up with Big Band. It seems to do the trick as Big Band suddenly slows down, realizing that if he goes any faster, he would most likely over exhaust himself. Ending it with a quick but stern kick to the stomach, you send big band back again, this time he even goes through the entire front of the Cathedral! Crashing into the streets below.

>Follow it up with a spear! He can't keep this up!
>Follow it up with a german suplex. Don't slow down!
>Other (Write in)

Hp, 100%

Meter, 50% (Due to winning the rush down!)

Big Band.

Hp, 88%

Meter, 20%

>>1859128
>Follow it up with a german suplex. Don't slow down!
Let's go for 3 in a row, the Bulldoze Blank

>>1859128
>Follow it up with a spear! He can't keep this up!
We need to close the distance quick

>>1859136
We only have 50 meter, we need 75 for that

>>1859128
>>1859137
>Follow it up with a spear! He can't keep this up!

And try to damage his arms too

>>1859136
Plus, you are already half way to getting your 100% meters...

>>1859136
Yeah alright I'll switch to
>Follow it up with a spear! He can't keep this up!

>>1859137
>>1859152
Roll. DC is 78

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1859169

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1859169

>>1859169
>>1859173
>DC is 78
>Rolls a 77
Holy kek

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1859175
>>1859169
And I forgot my roll.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>1859169

>>1859173
COMOBO BREAKER!.

Writing

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>>1859128
You need to close the distance between you and Big Band, no rest for the wicked! Charging at him, you give him no chance to recover from your beat down before you could get closer to him to finish the job... Almost... As soon as you're eleven inches away from him, he suddenly breaks out a giant bell and traps you inside it and rings it. The vibrations from it alone caused you to get stunned as he follows it up with a swift uppercut which sends you flying into the air and has you crash down on top of a fire hydrant. Water sprays you in the face as you struggle to get up as you hear someone yell for you.

>What the actual hell happened Gelwvar!

Valentine comes running out, with double in toe as they survey the destruction you and Big Band caused. With Double asking.

>Who is the half machine that dares disrupt my Cathedral!

Then, Double transforms from a nun to a monster of unfathomable form! Mouthes form all around her body, open and ready to be fed. Here skin has turned from an angelic white to a undead like grey as tendrils replace her legs. You can even see the bottom half of a random girl in underwear sticking out of her. Eye's open up right above the giant mouths and start to twitch as if they were on a sugar high. She bellows.

>Who dares disturb the Cathedral... To the Trinity!

You point to him.

>hE dId It nOT mE GoOD GoD WhAt tHE AcTUAl HelL!

She then lunges towards big band! Something tells you this is going to be a longer night than you thought...

That is it for this session, next one will be tomorrow again at 3:00pm usual. Thank you for tuning in!

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>>1859173
>>1859174
>>1859175
>>1859179
Mentions for phone posters

>>1859257
Wooooo
Later op

>>1859257
Thanks OP, see you tommorrow

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You need to close the distance between you and Big Band, no rest for the wicked! Charging at him, you give him no chance to recover from your beat down before you could get closer to him to finish the job... Almost... As soon as you're eleven inches away from him, he suddenly breaks out a giant bell and traps you inside it and rings it. The vibrations from it alone caused you to get stunned as he follows it up with a swift uppercut which sends you flying into the air and has you crash down on top of a fire hydrant. Water sprays you in the face as you struggle to get up as you hear someone yell for you.

>What the actual hell happened Gelwvar!

Valentine comes running out, with double in toe as they survey the destruction you and Big Band caused. With Double asking.

>Who is the half machine that dares disrupt my Cathedral!

Then, Double transforms from a nun to a monster of unfathomable form! Mouthes form all around her body, open and ready to be fed. Here skin has turned from an angelic white to a undead like grey as tendrils replace her legs. You can even see the bottom half of a random girl in underwear sticking out of her. Eye's open up right above the giant mouths and start to twitch as if they were on a sugar high. She bellows.

>Who dares disturb the Cathedral... To the Trinity!

You point to him.

>hE dId It nOT mE GoOD GoD WhAt tHE AcTUAl HelL!

She then lunges towards big band! Something tells you this is going to be a longer night than you thought...

>Back her up in her attack. Tag team!
>Let her go to work. She's en eldritch horror, she can do it alone.
>Other (write in)

>>1860422
>Back her up in her attack. Tag team!
WHOOOOP

>>1860552
Roll, DC is 78

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1860586

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1860586

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1860617
I will roll in the place of one anon.

After that, writing

>>1860630
>>1860617
>DC 78
>I roll a 77
>Again

Also I'm gonna take a nap op, c ya

>>1860422
Well things may become "interesting" to say the very least but certainly not boring! As Double lunges for Big Band, you decide to back her up in her attempt, by jumping into the air to preform a turnbuckle technique! The wind sails by you as you sore through. Big Band looks at the both of you, trying to decide what to do about the double team. Suddenly, a giant tuba appears right from underneath him and he rockets towards you and double while playing it. You admire his iron lungs but then it hits you like a truck as you and double are sent flying back into the cathedral. Double shouts while being sent back.

>You do not scare me you over sized brass instrument!

Well that "instrument" just sent the two of you flying, with Valentine throw a few scalpels at him but to no avail, he swats them out of the way. You land right back in the church, sending chairs, and art work scattering. Big Band is now rush over towards you, most likely to follow it up with a heavy punch.

>Meet him head on!
>Play it defensively, he has to have some sort of weakness.
>Other (write in)

>>1860699
>Meet him head on!
I guess he needs another lesson

>>1860699
>Forgot my name and tripcode along with hp and meter.

Autism is a hell of a drug...

Hp, 90%

Meter, 60%

Big Band.

Hp, 88%

Meter, 25%

Double.

Hp, 92%

Meter, 9%

Valentine.

Hp, 100%

Meter, 7%

>>1860702
Roll, DC is 65

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1860755

>>1860760
Writing.

Going to take a quick break to ear and let anons join in since we are having a slow session. Be back in an hour and a half

>>1860760
Nice

>>1860699
Looks like he didn't learn his lesson from the last time he tried this! Getting up from being pushed around by his tuba, you rush him head on again. He ready's his steamed up brass fist in an attempt to right hook you but you were more than ready. Ducking under his sluggish attack, you grab him from behind, hoisting him up for a german suplex. Slamming him head first into the street, concrete chunks go flying everywhere and steam comes out from his damaged body. Why anyone would turn themselves into a one man jazz band is beyond you, especially since his body is not adapting to such punishment! He grunts out.

>I can see why Peacock bite the big one when it came to you, but I won't be so easy!

Suddenly, he manages to get up from the giant crater you slammed into creation and pulls out a... Trumpet? He begins playing a small melody.

>Shove that trumpet into his throat! This is a wrestling match, not band camp!
>Let him play his puny trumpet. You always loved the sound of defeat.
>Other (Write in)

Hp, 90%

Meter, 75%

Big Band.

Hp, 80%

Meter, 0%

Double.

Hp, 92%

Meter, 15%

Valentine.

Hp, 100%

Meter, 14%

>>1860760
>>1860935
Mentions for phone posters

>>1861033
>Shove that trumpet into his throat! This is a wrestling match, not band camp!

>>1861033
>>1861033
>Shove that trumpet into his throat! This is a wrestling match, not band camp!

>>1861040
Hey op, I've been lurking since the beginning and I've been wondering, are we going to/can we romance the characters?

>>1861058
>>1861066
Roll, Dc is 70

>>1861122
Of course, just because it's more combat focused doesn't mean you can't do romance

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>1861148

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1861148
Gotta wait for Squigly to show up then
Wooooo

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1861148
Aw yeah.

>>1861162
Or Filia

>>1861149
Shame, writing

>>1861033
Unless he's playing the song before defeat, you're going to shove that trumpet down his gullet before he gets to play that. Quickly moving in, you get surprised by the fact that he stopped, as if his solo was finished. Then, a blur of fists come straight for you, each one sinking into your skin. This goes on for about ten seconds before he punches you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you and sending you ten feet away from him. He laughs.

>You thought I wasn't prepared for that! Gigan please!

You care not for his pathetic excuse for english! But how on earth did he move so fast when he couldn't even keep up with you before! Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Valentine jump into the air, bone saw at the ready as she shouts.

>Glewvar, Double, now!

Then, Double appears from his left flank, monster like arms at the ready.

>Go left, triple tag team!
>Pin him to the earth!
>Other (write in)


Hp, 85%

Meter, 80%

Big Band.

Hp, 80%

Meter, 10%

Double.

Hp, 92%

Meter, 23%

Valentine.

Hp, 100%

Meter, 20%

>>1861149
>>1861162
>>1861165
Mentions for phone posters.

>>1861219
>Go left, triple tag team!

>>1861219
>Go left, triple tag team!
Triangle Attack time

Rolled 55 (1d100)

Rolling ahead of time in case we have to cuz i gotta leave for a while

>>1861227
>>1861232
Roll, DC is 60

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1861253

>>1861254
Going to roll in the place of a missing anon.

After that, writing

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1861279
it would help if I rolled...

>>1861287
That's pretty l-lewd op...

>>1861219
Time for the triple tornado tag team technique of the century! Choosing the left flank, you close in on the now surrounded brass trench coat, arms at the ready. Valentine lands on top of his shoulder and begins to hack away at him with her bone saw, steam shooting up where she cuts. Double turns her arms into giant, animal like jaws and bites hard into him, with her jaw arms snarling as they try and rip pieces of brass of. You begin to punch as hard as you can into his left flank in an attempt to either dent is brass hide and rearrange his skeletal system.

As the three of you absolutely wail on him, you can clearly hear him struggle with the massive wave of sheer offense. Double's arms manage to even rip off a small piece of saxophone sticking out of his back, from the ear splitting scream after that, you can easily tell he's loosing stamina. After a minute of non stop aggression, you decide to put an end to it!

>Irish whip him into another tag team technique!
>Suplex him!
>Other (Write in)


Hp, 85%

Meter, 95%

Big Band.

Hp, 73%

Meter, 10%

Double.

Hp, 92%

Meter, 25%

Valentine.

Hp, 100%

Meter, 24%

>>1861314
>Irish whip him into another tag team technique!
Just a little chip damage and we can Gigaton Bomb him

>>1861314
>Irish whip him into another tag team technique!

>>1861320
Roll, DC is 79

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1861335

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1861335
All these high dcs damn

>>1861335
Where did all the anons from yesterday go?

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1861335
>>1861359
And I forgot my roll again

>>1861355
You are preforming a three man tag team, extremely damaging but a hard to pull off against big band, almost as tanky as you.

The way I set up the Dice system is like this.

If you managed to pull of a successful attack, it deals normal damage while the DC is also normal. However, if you managed to do another successful attack, then you get put into a combo. Combo's are a string of successful attacks that require higher DC to pull off but scale in damage which each attack, as well as the DC. Making them rewarding to pull off but also requiring you to think carefully and keep you on your toes.

Also, writing

>>1861387
Damn, I'm not complaining tho, just saiyan the obvious

>>1861314
He's in a weakened state, time for another tag team! As you grab one of his arms to preform an irish whip, he notices your sluggish movement speed and capitalizes on it. As you grab his hand, high pressure steam spews into your face, momentarily blinding you as a result. Then, he follows it up with a swift punch to the jowl to knock you off of him to deal with Double. Throwing her off him, he slams his back into the ground while Valentine was still on top of him, sending her crashing down off him. With a sickening thud, Valentine looks concussed from the sudden drop, with Double getting disoriented from being thrown. Big Band shouts.

>I'm going to make sure you all get whats coming to you, even if I die in the process!

His brass exterior starts to glow even brighter, steam shoots from every part of his body, head, legs and arms. It looks like he became a living locomotive! Then, a train whistle shoots out from one of his shoulders and begins to blow, steam erupting from it. His eyes glow a brass like color as well, as shouts out again.

>For Peacock!

He charges at you, brass body and all...

>There is only one solution for such a massive threat... The GIGA TON BOMB!
>I'LL BREAK HIS BACK AND MAKE HIM HUMBLE! (Super Camel Clutch)
>Other (Write in)


Hp, 84%

Meter, 100!!!%

Big Band.

Hp, 80%

Meter, 0% (Due to entering Locoomotive mode, turns remaining till meter can grow back, 3)

Double.

Hp, 85%

Meter, 15%

Valentine.

Hp, 73%

Meter, 25%

>>1861345
>>1861355
>>1861359
Mentions for phone posters.

>>1861392
I know your not, I am just giving you the fighting mechanics. I have a tendency to leave out a lot of important meta facts as possible to make it more simple and fun. Also I should warn you as well, enemies can preform the combo system just like you so be careful when getting caught in one, that's what a well timed close line is for.

>>1861419
>I'LL BREAK HIS BACK AND MAKE HIM HUMBLE!
>Brat deserved it anyhow, it was a Mercy kill! She was a pathetic nugget of useless meat without her parasites!

>>1861419
>There is only one solution for such a massive threat... The GIGA TON BOMB!

>>1861440
>>1861444
I will let 5 more minutes of voting, after that, rolling to see which one it will be if no vote is conclusive.

>>1861456

>>1861444
That might not finish him though, my luck with rolls for multiple 100s has been pretty good so I'm supporting
>>1861440

>>1861440
>>1861458
Roll 15 d100s.

The Iranian gods of good submission holds will bless your rolls but only if you tyoe. "I'll break his bank and make him humble!" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9gsRBsM4yw

Rolled 80, 88, 9, 63, 22, 94, 35, 83, 46, 34, 96, 37, 84, 94, 80 = 945 (15d100)

>>1861473
DC?
I'll break his bank and make him humble!

>>1861477
Nah, just rolling for the damage

Rolled 31, 10, 79, 16, 8, 71, 19, 63, 74, 93, 61, 8, 13, 58, 38 = 642 (15d100)

>>1861473
I'll break his bank and make him HAMBLE