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| Kicking the poachers out; Tutorial Jey | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 8 2014, 10:45 AM (295 Views) | |
| Jaaba | Jun 8 2014, 10:45 AM Post #1 |
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It was a nice deep dense fogy morning in Jaaba's swamp with all the critters just starting to sound off as the sun peeked over the morning horizon. While Jaaba was not one to believe in being "busy" but he was not being lazy that morning.It as time to harvest the riches of the swamp. The furry critters would be safe until fall and winter but boar and reptiles were his targets. Jaaba was a trapper, but instead of the cruel steel snap traps that most trappers use he used snares, pits and dead-falls they were effective and didn't cause as much damage to the skins. Not to mention that they were less cruel to the animals more comfortable (meaning the animals won't gnaw their own feet off) or it kills them faster either way less cruel. Letting his river sloop drift lazily down a canal Jaaba began building triggers and snares singing a gawd awful sounding song out of rhythm. "Lazy yeller moon comin up tonight shining through da trees!!" ![]() The river sloop bumped against the bank of the canal and landed on the beach. Stepping off his boat to dislodge it from the bank he saw it, the cruel, vicious claw trap open and ready to spring. Taking a tree branch Jaaba snapped the trap and began to collect traps from the area while looking for the tracks of who ever laid them. |
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| Jey | Jun 9 2014, 04:30 PM Post #2 |
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Jey sighed, eyelids heavy with boredom as he leaned against one of the swamp’s trees and watched his temporary allies with disinterest. Today, he was a poacher, as he had been for the past two days. One of a group of four, hired by a merchant to deliver a number of animal skins to be made into a variety of overpriced products back in Kinaldi. The three others in the small, ragtag troop were huddled around the trapped from of a boar, the first of this particular day’s catch. The outlaw’s finned ears twitched in annoyance as the creature squealed and snorted loudly in pained distress, its right hind leg caught in a spiked, claw trap. It was necessary for him to stay a few yards away, the sound was bothersome at this distance, but to get closer would begin to border on painful. His compatriots were highly amused by the creature’s misforture, and took to jeering and taunting it, jabbing at the animal with the tips of their blades and flicking whatever small thing they could find in the wet earth at it’s hide. It lunged and retreated repeatedly, the wound on its leg stretching and oozing more with each movement. While Jey felt not a twinge of pity for the creature, he also didn’t find the act of torturing the animal to be as interesting or fun as his current allies seemed to. In addition, he wondered how they could even muster such enthusiasm given the location. The wet heat and smell of the swamp was oppressive to him, and the slow going through the muck tested his patience. His hand suddenly rose to slap a mosquito that had landed on his opposite forearm. The bugs were a pain in the ass also. Not to mention were everywhere Violet eyes then drifted off in the general direction as the rest of the traps they needed to check up on while wondering just how long it would take for the rest to grow bored of the boar and finally put it out of its misery. |
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| Jaaba | Jun 9 2014, 08:41 PM Post #3 |
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Jaaba stepped quietly through the swamp. Unlike the intruders he was born and bred in the swamps knowing where to step and took things easy. The tracks were easy to follow especially with the steel traps and the now abject squealing of a terrified boar. Now Jaaba didn't have a problem in hunting boar, they produced so much that the crocs, gators, snake and cats couldn't eat too many but to make one squeal like that hacked him off even more than what he already was. There were four of them he figured by the tracks, out numbered and out armed easily Jaaba still had his own tricks up his sleeve. There was one poacher standing guard as he approached dropping the collected steel traps making a loud clatter but kept one trap in his hand gripping the spring he started talking... "I'm gona be nice t' ya dis one time. Leave da traps, leave da skins an leave da blade an yall can get out of my swamp. Or ya'll can be gator bait." Hey at-least Jaaba was being nice to the poachers. |
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| Jey | Jun 11 2014, 03:20 PM Post #4 |
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The tiefling heard the trapper approach before the clatter announced his presence, though only flicked his ears and gave a slight turn of his head in the general direction of the sound’s origin. He turned fully once the traps were dropped to the ground, and was the only one in his group to do so. Despite the clatter and the new arrival’s speech, the rest of the poachers were far too distracted by their abusive actions. Not to mention the continuous boar shrieks that seemed to only increase in volume as their prolonged torture. As the only one actually paying attention to this new person, Jey gave a sly, toothy grin in response, folding his arms across his chest and tilting his head to the side. “Dis yah swamp, huh?” He asked, the inflection of his accented voice, combined with his posture clearly showed he wasn’t taking the interloper seriously. He then turned his head to look at the others out of his peripheral before letting loose a long, shrill whistle to draw their attention away from boar. It cut through the air and the animal’s screams like a knife through butter, causing the rest of his compatriots to look up before focusing their hard gazes on the brave swamp owner. ”Ey guys! Dis man say he own dis swamp!” Jey called, prompting the others to slowly approach towards the tiefling’s position, curious in a kind of aggressive way as to who this new person was. He then focused his violet gaze on the man, grin still in place. “I dohn see yuh name pon it….” Nodding his head towards the pile of traps the man removed, he continued, his tone deepening and becoming more aggressive. ”But I do see our names pon dem dere traps… Tink it do yuh good to put dem back before wi hurt yuh…” Edited by Jey, Jun 11 2014, 03:20 PM.
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| Jaaba | Jun 11 2014, 06:41 PM Post #5 |
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Jaaba had began to grin from ear to ear as the trio stepped up toward him. So that was how it was going to be huh. Oh well as the group closed in Jaaba squeezed the spring on the trap a little bit more until it was fully depressed. His eyes became wild and he began laughing maniacally. Before he could be surrounded he said "Right! Lets Dance!!" he than tossed the opened trap at the nearest poacher thug and let out the excited yell "YYYEEEEOOOOLLLLLLLLEEEE!!!!!!!!" before charging into the trio bowling for poachers style. Jaaba was clearly a brawler and not a warrior but the years of catching snakes and wrestling crocodiles did wonders for his speed and strength. For a warrior he would just bothersome bot for some untrained thug the combination of speed and strength and wildness could be...unnerving. Jaaba aimed for all three hoping to knock at-least one into rooting distance for the boar and maybe tackling a third one. It didn't matter he was full of wild swings and hay makers cursing and shouting as the went. And to a trained eye one could see that perhaps the crazed swamp hermit was growing a little taller. Edited by Jaaba, Jun 11 2014, 07:27 PM.
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| Jey | Jun 15 2014, 03:19 PM Post #6 |
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While he may not have been expecting the man to simply give up and cower in fear - despite how convenient such a reaction would be, Jey was taken aback by the man’s sudden physical aggression. He twitched a brow as the opened trap was flung towards on of the other poachers accompanying him. The man attempted to dodge, jumping to the side, though the sharp metal teeth of the object gouged the bare skin of his arm as it traveled through the air. A pained scream echoed through the swamp, accompanied by a sharp snap as the trap clamped down on the unlucky poacher’s forearm. Immediately he collapsed, screaming and writhing on the muddy earth while the other two in the immediate vicinity braced themselves as the man from the swamp rushed towards them. The combined might of the two of them stopped the attacking swamp man from shoving them too far, but not without costing them a blow or two from the man’s wanton fist swinging. One of them brought their knee up hard in an attempt to knock the wind from the man’s lungs, while the other merely threw a few unpolished fists of his own towards the side of the man’s face and temple. As the fight wore on, Jey smirked at the scene and shook his head slowly. He was amused by the fact that three of the hired goons couldn’t even keep a random guy who pretty much literally crawled out of the swamp water at bay. No wonder the merchant had added him to the roster. There needed to be at least someone who could take care of human nuisances if needed. Granted, at this current moment in time, as the tiefling merely watched and waited, he wasn’t too much living up to his portion of the contract. There was something peculiar though about the situation that was causing him to be hesitant. Someone about this person that made his instincts call for him to stop and watch before jumping in himself. But what was it exactly… |
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| Jaaba | Jun 15 2014, 04:16 PM Post #7 |
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It now clear that Jaaba was getting taller by several inches and the knee to his solar plexus missed its mark and while it did cause him pain and he let out a loud "OOF!!" and staggered about in the mud when the other poachers fist struck his head. His bare feet were changing too his toes were shifting into claws and the tops of the feet were becoming larger and scaly. He changed from throwing punches to good ol' rough and tumble with no holds bard. He was still concentrating on the pair as he grappled the nearest poacher to him and started throwing knees and headbutts. There was no discipline no finesse to his attacks it was just what ever he thought would work at the time. To put it descriptively he was wild and wooly and full of flees never been curried below the knees! He was two hundred pounds of steel and twice as hard he was rough and ready and about half wild and he'd whip anybody about half a mile! He was just as tough as a hickory brier and could dive deeper and come up drier! Or well at least he thought so... His fingers were becoming clawed and his was becoming broader as the fight became protracted. Jaaba yelled and cursed and kicked mud and got himself into the action laughing and fighting as he went along. Edited by Jaaba, Jun 15 2014, 04:20 PM.
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| Jey | Jun 15 2014, 05:08 PM Post #8 |
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‘ Ah ha!’ Jey thought as the moment of realization hit him. Something was off about this swamp man, and it was that he wasn’t completely a ‘man’ at all. Too caught up in the fight, the duo that were sill involved did not notice at first the man’s transformation. Instead they were focused on trying to take the other down. They responded to the knees and headbutts with elbows and uppercuts, each taking blows and giving them too. One of the headbutts thrown by the swamp man caught a poacher off guard, smashing into his nose after he had threw a punch at the man’s side. He staggered back, dazed, but not out of commission completely, his hands flying up to cover his injured facial feature as he came back to his senses. During this time, the third poacher had stabilized himself and managed to quell his screaming. Now he sat on his knees, gingerly trying to pry open the trap that had clamped his arm with fingers that fumbled with panic and attempts to suppress pain. Every so often his wild eyes would look up and glance at the fight, and eventually he too noticed the transformation that was overcoming the person from the swamp. The sight only worked to further intensify his panic and fumbled more with the object, his fingers, slippery with blood, unable to correctly handle the trap one-handedly. It was only when the man’s fingers turned to claws, and one of his swings cut a face rather than punched it that the poachers fighting him realized that everything was not as it seemed. The poacher with the bloodied nose backed off first, looking around in fear and confusion before moving to attempt to free the one caught in the trap. The third poacher merely put a few feet between himself and the scaly swamp citizen, seeming surprised by the transformation, but not as frightened as the others. The poacher reached for his small sword and held it in front of him, beginning to slowly strafe in a circle around the man, looking for a moment to strike as the transformation continued. ”I think your hide will be just as good as this boars’, monster…” |
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| Jaaba | Jun 15 2014, 08:35 PM Post #9 |
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Jaaba's face and ribs had became bruised from the elbows and uppercuts he even spat out a tooth into the muck from an on target uppercut. But his hide was thickening and the muscle under that hide was growing as well. Not too mention that by this point Jaaba was really hacked off. Jaaba was topping out now getting close to ten feet tall and a tail had started to sprout just over his belt line. His face as well had started to elongate turning into a maw of sharp teeth. Jaaba did need weapons and his cursing and hollering turned more into grunts and snarls; it was kind of hard to speak with a forked tongue after all. The thought did cross his mind to grab a branch or something to use as a weapon but he was kind of busy swatting his newly formed tail at the poacher that was trying to get around him. His skin was thick like leather and his jaws were turned up in a wild grin as he looked for an opening against the poacher striking with his thick heavy tail and clawing from the other side. When it looked like there was an open Jaaba gave a full powered swat at the poacher with his tail in what could probably be best described as a round house tail swat before charging on all fours at the poacher. |
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| Jey | Jun 18 2014, 07:51 PM Post #10 |
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(Kinda bleh. Sorry about this one.) The outlaw’s violet eyes watched the swamp man transform fully with intense fascination. He grinned broadly at the spectacle, eyes widening and a low whistle escaping from his lips, feeling himself entertained as well as curious at what he was seeing. Never before had he witnessed someone who was able to morph into a crocodile, and the visual led him to wonder if the swamp guy was a general shape-shifter, or specifically a were-crocodile. The latter was more interesting of course, being that he had never heard of such a thing, but either option was worthy of some level of respect. Even if only a little. Jey did not intervene in the fight just yet, but stood prepared all the same. His weapon was in hand, still shaped in the form of a spear, but remained at the ready. If he felt that the man-turned-crocodile was about to kill the poacher, he would step in. While he had no true feelings one way or the other towards the possibility of the other man dying, Jey figured that since they were currently allies, a little effort on his part wouldn’t be too much of a hassle. Not to mention, a were-croc didn’t appear to be a stupid thing to die to, so needing a little help to defeat one wasn’t a completely pathetic scenario. When the tail swipe came towards the poacher, he jumped up and over to avoid it, landing just in time to prepare for the charging crocodile. Raising his weapon he made a downward stab, aiming to attempt striking the creature in the muzzle if it continued, or perhaps even diverting it from just steamrolling him over. |
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| Jaaba | Jun 18 2014, 08:47 PM Post #11 |
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ooc The blade stuck into Jaaba's shoulder bowed and bent as the point of the blade lodged in the thick hide of the Were-Croc. He was diverted and splashed into the mud shaking muck all about as he righted himself. Reaching up Jaaba grabbed the end of a branch and pulled it down with a loud ~!snap!~. Now Jaaba didn't have a spear but a large branch worked well. For all intents and purposes Jaaba had just that one poacher left and well the creepy fella too but that was going to be a different fight. Gripping the branch with both hands Jaaba rolled his shoulders and swung for the fences at the last poacher. Horizontally or more diagonally like one would do when going for a grand slam followed by a John Henry style vertical swing which if nothing else would send mud and muck flying every which way. The fact of the matter was he wanted the poachers out of his swamp and wanted them to stay out. Live ones would spread the message dead one would not return either way was good for him. Tail, Teeth, the Branch and Claws all were options for Jabba as he pressed his size and speed advantage. |
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| Jey | Jun 22 2014, 09:50 AM Post #12 |
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Feeling that the creature’s hide was much too tough to pierce with just one strike, the poacher quickly yanked back his blade before it threatened to snap against his opponent’s natural defense. He grimaced at this, but was relieved at the successful attempt to divert the were-croc. The poacher sprinted to the side and shielded himself with his arm, making sure to protect his vision as the creature splashed in the muddy water. For a split-second after the limb of the tree had been snapped, Jey’s eyes widened, an odd look crossing his features as he took in a sharp breath and made a pitched squeak. The sight before him, of this giant anthropomorphic crocodile man swinging a tree branch with all his might was hysterical to him. Despite his best efforts, he just couldn’t contain himself, and shut his eyes tight as raucous laughter burst from within him. He doubled over as his laughter continued, one hand going to hold his stomach, the other reaching out to steady him against the nearest tree. Never before in his life had he seen such a thing. Meanwhile, the poacher was forced on the defensive, doing his best to parry and dodge the were-croc’s relentless and wild swings, each one forcing him back a little bit more as he also struggled to maintain good footing in the mucky earth. “Don’t just stand there laughing! Help me!” The poacher yelled angrily at the indisposed tiefling, who, after seeing the were-croc get the upper hand, exploded into another fit of hysterics. Tears gathered in the corner of Jey’s eyes as his laughter continued, keeping him from answering, much less actually attempting to help. When the vertical swing came, the poacher managed to block it, but the force of the attack caused him to lose his footing. His leg slipped forward, sending the man falling hard onto his back in the mud and splashing it all around him. |
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| Jaaba | Jun 22 2014, 11:50 AM Post #13 |
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This was all to Jaaba's advantage and to finish off the poacher Jaaba stomped and ground his foot into the poachers chest pushing him under the muck. And things had gotten even tougher for the group of poachers because what ever cuts and bruises Jaaba had received during the fight had either stopped bleeding or have healed completely. Turning toward the creepy fellow Jaaba rested his weight on the last human poacher and laid the tree branch on his shoulder. His maw was curled into a toothy grin and he gave a bark-ish challenge toward the creep fellow. His other clawed hand pointed toward the nearest "exit" from Jaaba's swamp. He was being more than fare who ever was left had the apparent choice they could stay and fight or they can retreat. Jaaba probably wouldn't follow past the boundaries of the swamp but who could tell really. |
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| Jey | Jun 22 2014, 08:06 PM Post #14 |
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Seeing his ally fall into the muck and then be stepped on by the were-croc did little to help the tiefling regain his composure. Not only were they being attacked by what was basically, to him, a giant, future pair of crocodile boots, but they were also losing to said future pair of crocodile boots. The fact that this denizen of the swamp was winning against the four of them, with a single stick versus a sword was just too hilarious a scenario for the outlaw. He simply could not contain his amusement, which was just as well as it completely eclipsed his second-hand embarrassment. Even as the poacher flailed futilely under the were-crocs foot, mud gathering along the sides of his head and face and threatening to smother him, Jey laughed. It was only after a few moments when their attacker barked and pointed out of the swamp that the tiefling began to regain any sense of self. With the back of his hand he wiped the corners of his laughter-tear streaked eyes, the last of his chuckles leaving him. “Oh man…” Jey stood fully then and gave a shrill whistle. “Tanks for di laughs, Boots…” He began, using the pet name he just came up with for the were-croc that hinted at his newfound intentions towards the were-croc. The two poachers not being stepped on by the were-croc began to leave, but Jey was quick to pull out his pole weapon and point the bladed end towards them. “Not so faas, bwoys! Wi come ‘ere to do er job…” He then turned the blade and pointed at the were-croc in front of him, a grin crossing his lips, and a violent glint flashing in his violet eyes. “An’ no pair of Boots, no matta ‘ow big, is gawna stop us from finishing hit…” |
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| Jaaba | Jun 23 2014, 05:28 PM Post #15 |
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Jaaba laughed, well he never stopped laughing as his gaze focused on the only poacher left that was not injured and in a flash the eight hundred pound, ten foot tall, wild eyed half man, half crocodile began to bound or rather barrel toward the tifling. His tail gave one last smack on the poacher he was standing on and swished this way and that sling mud and water as it helped balance him as he charged. In one hand was the branch a big heavy log of a branch swinging just as wildly in the charge as his tail. As he closed in on the tifling the creepy fellow he reared back with the branch until it was almost right behind his head and swung it so hard he actually spun around from the momentum of the swing like a batter striking the pitch. But that all might have been a feint if Jaaba knew what a feint was because just after the swing that could splinter a log came Jaaba's tail soon followed like a cracking whip. Nothing more than a brawler but a fast powerful one. He would talk and goad but the long maw and forked tongue did make a trick of that so he settled for a guttural laugh and snarls. |
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| Jey | Jul 9 2014, 10:43 AM Post #16 |
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Jey fell silent as the were-croc began barreling towards him, ears twitching as he focused entirely onto his opponent. He spun the pike weapon in his hand, positioning it horizontally behind his body as he slid his right foot back, moving into a stance better for counter-attacking. The fallen ally gave one last agonizing cry of pain before falling into unconsciousness after the croc’s tail smacked into him, but Jey barely registered the sound in his mind. When his opponent reared back, readying to use the branch as a type of club, Jey tensed. The swing came, and the outlaw ducked, just barely, the breeze created by the were-croc’s weapon narrowly missing his head and causing a few strands of his hair to flit in the same direction. Immediately however he responded, launching himself straight forward, underneath the were-croc’s still swinging arm as the momentum of the attack drew his opponent into spin. The outlaw, meanwhile twisted his body mid-movement so that he could remain facing the wild brawler type, gaining sight of his exact target on his opponent’s body. Swinging his arm forward hard and fast, Jey aimed the blade of the polearm in a horizontal slash towards the were-croc’s softer underbelly, just as the tail swipe struck at the empty space he previously occupied. |
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| Jaaba | Jul 9 2014, 07:00 PM Post #17 |
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The creepy fellow was fast but Jaaba was just a touch faster and while he wasn’t fast enough to completely dodge his opponents violent thrust to his belly he was quick enough to twist just enough to let the pole arm pierce his side rather than anything too vital. He felt the spear go in, rip through his side and push out the other side. Jaaba gave out a snarl of pain even wincing a bit. Jaaba was hurt even with his regenerative ability he would be a bit tender or the next few hours. The spear made it hurt to lift one of his arms but it also gave him a chance that he could use. Gripping the spear with one hand he lunged forward with the other to grab the Tifling. Rather the creepy fellow dodged his grapple or not his next move was to pull out the spear and go hand to hand with his opponent. ooc Edited by Jaaba, Jul 9 2014, 07:09 PM.
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| Jey | Jul 14 2014, 07:41 PM Post #18 |
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The were-crock was quick with his reflexes, a bit quicker than Jey would have initially thought, and he made a mental note of interest in response to this. Just the same, a vicious grin spread across his lips as he felt the blade of his weapon pierce the softer part of the were-crock’s hide. The fact that he had made first blood excited him, along with the pained reaction his opponent gave. At the very least, that would hinder his motions at least slightly as the fight continued, or at least he assumed as much. Seeing his opponent grab the polearm was annoying, as he had originally wanted to keep at least a little distance between them. Jey was sure that such a tactic would give him the upper hand, as it was fairly obvious that the other was more interested in getting up close and personal. Despite this however, he did not attempt to dodge when his opponent made a lunge for him, instead responding in kind to go fist-to-claw with the were-crock in a battle of brute strength. When he felt the other try to pull the weapon away, Jey resisted, instead forcing against to try and press the blade more against the wound. ((It's okies, don't worry about it.)) |
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| Jaaba | Jul 16 2014, 07:32 PM Post #19 |
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Jaaba once again winced and snarled in pain as the tiefling resisted against Jaaba pulling the spear twisting and wrenching at it as they fought over it. Finally Jaaba let go while his opponent trying to push the spear into his side letting his opponent "win" and lurch forward. Just like he was catching a snake Jaabas clawed hand tried to wrap around the Tieflings arm and sink his claws into the meat. The Tiefling was strong just as strong just as strong as he was as a human and that creepy feeling from him was a little disjointing to say the least. But the crazy witch and other unpleasantness of the swamp made him a little used to such creepiness. Jaaba's maw in-spite of the pain was still curled into a wild smile the savagery in his eyes growing by the moment. His other hand doubled up into a fist and stretched back cocking like a gun behind his head. When his fist reached its farthest point it flew over his head in a wild Mike Tyson hay maker style punch right toward the Tieflings head and face. edit
Edited by Jaaba, Jul 17 2014, 03:27 PM.
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