=Gevaisa vs DarkAura: Round Three= [✔]
Gevaisa
Kiyoko ♀ <Gooey>
Health: 80% | Energy: 76%
Mood: a little shaken up; worried she might now be deaf.
Condition: Def+4
Dragon Pulse ~ Dragon Pulse/Dragon Breath ~ Dragon Pulse/Dragon Breath
DarkAura
Stark ♂ <Sheer Force>
Health: 68% | Energy: 84%
Mood: napping fitfully.
Condition: Spd-2; paralysed (moderate); asleep (mild); poisoned (-3% health per round)
Facade ~ Facade ~ Rest
Kiyoko sighed as the ringing in her ears finally faded back to sweet silence. She pouted at the snoozing Stark;
let's see how he likes being blasted with noisy sound waves all over the place, she thought to herself bitterly as she unhinged her jaw widely. A piercing blue light welled up in the pit of her throat as she breathed in, before letting loose a tremendous draconic shriek. The bulb of radiant energy burst out in all directions before her, tearing up the grass with its force and sending it fluttering all around. The noise awoke Stark, and he raised his drowsy head just in time to take the blast directly in the face. He was flung back wailing, landing hard on the ground with a very painful
crack. Slowly and gingerly, he eased himself to his feet, reeling from the unexpectedly dire pain the attack had inflicted. He began to hobble back to his plank, Kiyoko watching him with a sadistic grin of satisfaction. Then her smirk fell gradually from her face. He
did look in a bad way, as he stopped, wheezing, to catch his breath every few steps.
Did... did I do that to him? Kiyoko asked herself guiltily.
Shucks, I just wanted to win, I didn't wanna hurt the guy like that... She reluctantly slithered forward, grabbing the plank in her mouth before Stark bent to grab it and offering it up to to him apologetically. He smiled, slowly taking hold of the plank and taking it gratefully from her mouth.
Then he swung it down.
Kiyoko hollered shrilly as blow after blow rained down on her head, Stark snarling and cursing her as he vented all his pain and torment on her. Kiyoko was too taken aback to do anything but take it, squealing as the plank bruised and battered every inch of her body he could reach, and with one final cry of anger he swung his plank like a golf club and sent her careening through the air to flop heavily back onto the ground several yards away. Stark panted, hefting his plank back onto his shoulder and smirking to himself. That felt
good.
The arena was still for a long moment before Kiyoko righted herself with a groan. She leered at Stark, fuming; that cheating, manipulative
jerk! Her sympathy evaporated in an instant, an extra-big sphere of energy growing in her mouth as she opened it, loosing another roar. The wave of royal blue energy tore up the same patch of grass the last one had on its way to Stark, who futilely raised his plank to shield him from the impending attack. He was bowled head over heels all the same, wailing as he was buffeted around by the waves. Even after they dwindled away, he remained laying prone on his front, unmoving.
Oh, right, Stark, Kiyoko scoffed.
Not falling for that one again. ...yup, not fooling me. You can get up again now. ...Stark? She mumbled worriedly, reluctantly slithering up and poking Stark with her antennae. Provoking no response, she turned to her trainer to call her over to help. The moment her eyes left Stark, however, she was unable to see her trainer for the stars that flashed into her vision when the plank plowed into the side of her head. Stark's fury was unparalleled, eliciting shrieks of agony from Kiyoko as he bludgeoned the bruises he left on her last time all over again. Finally, Stark decided he'd had enough, strolling away with a final infuriated snort, leaving Kiyoko mewling in pain on the ground.
She was definitely starting to feel the worse for wear. Granted, she'd gotten Stark nearly as good as he'd gotten her, and she wasn't dealing with all those status conditions. In retrospect, maybe she understood why Stark was so infuriated with her. Nonetheless she had no intention of letting victory slip from her non-existent fingers. Taking a moment for the overwhelming pain to dull a little, she readied another draconic roar, her voice wavering a little but still producing the same effect. Stark took the third blast in a row, offering a grunt of pain, the greatest expression of discomfort he could muster in his weakened state. His eyes slid shut with exhaustion. He began to wish he was asleep again, quickly realising how good an idea that actually was. Laying in the grass, he curled his arms around his plank like a teddy bear and closed his eyes, a light blue aura of healing enveloping him and his healing abilities leaping into overdrive, purging the poison and paralysis from his system and getting to work on patching up his wounds. He began to snore quietly as Kiyoko threw him a filthy, jealous look.
Gevaisa
Kiyoko ♀ <Gooey>
Health: 54% | Energy: 67%
Mood: "how come HE gets a rest?"
Condition: Def+4
Dragon Pulse ~ Dragon Pulse ~ Dragon Pulse
DarkAura
Stark ♂ <Sheer Force>
Health: 57% | Energy: 57%
Mood: napping peacefully.
Condition: Spd-4; asleep (2 more actions)
Facade ~ Facade ~ Rest
Referee's notes
~ the first Dragon Pulse rolled a 4 to crit.
~ the massive damage awakened Stark in time for his first command.
~ Stark is resting, and will gain 22% health and lose 11% energy each action for 2 more actions.
~ I forgot to describe Gooey taking effect and now I'm too lazy to edit it in. I'm sure y'all don't need to read "stark got slime on him eww" 47 times anyway.
Next round
~ DarkAura commands
~ Gevaisa commands