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Rolling combat 1d20: 3 Poor - You barely hurt your opponent HP: 14 (will flee next round maybe) An onslaught of attacks came from both of them as he desperately tried to ward them off. He failed at pushing her away this time, but not as bad as hurting himself. Still, she was relentless; a savage dog that didn't know when to quit. Now, she dove for his hind leg, and he growled in pain as jaws wrapped around his ankle and tugged backward. While he'd normally be able to catch himself, he was so distressed that his weight caved from the imbalance and he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He twisted instantly, trying not to think about the pain in his leg and only how to get away to survive. "You possessed demon! Get AWAY!" limbs thrashed in a last ditch effort as a serene hopelessness began to set in. He could only hope that he kicked her off of him so he could run away.

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Where was her help from the fae? Where were the theatrics raining down on them? This boy was not running from her, so he was stupid. She knew that to be the truth. Any sane or intelligent individual would have ran by now. He was still here and this was her opportunity. She had bitten his leg and toppled him over. But he had rolled onto his back and was kicking at her, though for some reason he did not have the strength he had before. Maybe he was more scared than she had guessed? "See the cruelty and the pain that you have caused once again. I turn the tables three times three! Bring light to your actions, I will be free! When light fades and dusk comes through, The pain you caused will come back to you!" Before giving the boy another chance she gave a final roar as she charged for his neck, hoping to grab hold tightly and never let him go until he took his last breath. Rolling combat 1d20: 4 Poor - You barely hurt your opponent HP: 16 @nicodeums "The day is darkest before the dawn.." @username

Rolling combat 1d20: 19 Competent - You deal a painful blow HP: 10 He wasn't really sure just what the heck was going on. As if he had some guardian angel somewhere, her attempts to subdue him fall up short time and time again, and he's left with minor cuts and bruises from her attempted onslaught of rage. Somehow, this nurtures a side of him he hadn't experienced before - courage. As she fumbles to bite his neck, he rolls to the side and jumps up to his paws while heaving in deep breaths. Nicodemus stares at her for a moment, considering running away. He should probably go and patch himself up, but there's a streak of redemption that flowers within his heart - and he decides this bizarre girl needs a taste of her own medicine, and to learn that it's not okay to just attack others unprovoked. Mustering up the last of his energy, Nico shoots forward, his skinny body zipping with remarkable speed as he aims to mimic her attack - a bit to the throat.

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She failed. Failure rang in her mind. She had ruined everything. Everything she touched would turn to failure. Nightshade had struck the boy, but was unable to subdue him and he was allowed to attack her back. The way that he bit her with such force - she couldn't handle it. After his attacks, she fainted. Whether from the pain, the shock of such a failure, or maybe the ancestors were striking her down. She was a failure to the coven. Creature flew back to screech at the male wolf, standing on her shoulder in a protective stance so that the boy would not harm her again. [Exit Nightshade via knock out.] "The day is darkest before the dawn.." @Nicodemus

Gasping for air, Nicodemus stood over the body of the girl, shock petrifying him to the spot. She was motionless, blood dripping from his ivory muzzle as he stared down at her with wide blue eyes. After a few moments, when he had regained his breath, he jumped away from her like she was infected with some kind of plague. His small, thin body shivered with anxiety as the adrenaline wore off. The multitude of lacerations began to sting, and bruises blossomed underneath his once pristine pelt like morbid flowers. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, eyes unblinking as he watched her chest. There was movement, so at least she wasn't dead. Relief washed over him, but only for a second. The damn bat dove for him then, screeching awful sounds and his ears pressed against his head as he raised a paw to swat the pest away from him. Taking one last glance the girl who had made a very real, very strong attack on his life, he turned on his heels and ran as fast as possible back to the Campus, having completely forgotten about the flowers and herbs he was initially there for. -- exit Nicodemus via running away --

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