Ask Event Hutt Ball Season One

[Laeonas Tannaras]

“WHAT THA FU-”

The last thing he had registered were his own words-- the sounds that had escaped his lips in the moment before his head had made contact with the durasteel.

Blackness-- total and all consuming-- had engulfed Laeonas’ consciousness. The boy registered nothing-- not the crack in his skull, not the pooling blood exiting his body, not the medical staff picking him and his personal possessions to be hauled off the arena. He was in a world of his own-- a world of non-existence. His brain had been so shocked by the impact of Poffo’s attack that it didn’t even conjure up a dream to occupy Laeonas as he recovered.

So when Laeonas woke up, he was more than a little shocked.

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The droids were specialized for dealing with physical injuries like the ones that he had suffered from. The standard treatment was a simple set of stitches, a blood transfusion to help him recuperate from the liters that had spilled out in the arena, and a bacta dip. The pale, gangly human had woken up inside the tank-- and the surprise on his face was matched by the overwhelming pain that came with it. He screamed inside of the breathe mask, flailing around inside the tube, bubbles kicking up and around him as he thrashed around. Usually, most people would have taken far longer to wake from such an injury, but Laeonas’ connection to the force had helped him re-enter the living world far quicker.

The droids had quickly allowed him to get out of the dip, draining the tank and letting him float down. He ran out of the tank the moment it opened, stopping short as a wave of pain shot through his systems.

“GyaaaEEEEEEEEE!” He sounded, the groan turning into an abrupt screech. He’d clutch his head on one side, but pull back as the touch against the raw stitches across his forehead and upper temples sent another wave through him. “AaaeGGGHHHNNN,” he cried, silencing himself midway through by shutting his lips.

To the droids, his response was erratic. Most victims of a concussion a severe as Laeonas would’ve remained unconscious. Instead, the cocktail of routine drugs, combined with the bacta dip and Laeonas’ force sensitivity, put him in a limbo between the two. His will forced him to wake and move as if nothing was wrong-- but his body was still suffering from the intense pain, and the various symptoms of his trauma. Laeonas was half blinded by the light, one of his eyes was wide while the other was half open-- and he finally started vomiting seconds later.

No sooner had he escaped the tank than he had curled up on the floor in a complete mess.

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Theme

When he stumbled back onto the field, he looked… different.

Thanks to a sudden injection of heavy painkillers, Laeonas was no longer doubled over in agonizing pain. His injury was covered up by bandages that wrapped around his forehead, and his hair pulled back into a pony tail. His eyes were still irregular, and the face paint he’d worn had partially smeared from the bacta, appearing less as a feathered pattern and now like a black blotch covering the area around both his eyes. All of this was covered up by a pair of sunshades, however-- both to preserve his image, and to prevent disorientation from the bright lights of the arena.

None of that meant Laeonas was cured; while the headaches were no longer overwhelming, there was still a steady throbbing that engulfed his head. His coordination was shot, and he’d needed to walk in place for a solid five minutes to be able to move without immediately stumbling over.

But the force was still coursing through him, helping to further dull the pain and expand his awareness; and the first thing he’d picked up on was the energy lance, too close to disregard.

He’d heard his other teammates’ words. He didn’t grin, or give a quip. The words mirrored his thoughts exactly, so he’d give an idle grunt-- right before the ray shield came down.

Bursting forward, the force aided in his coordination, helping carry his body-- at a normal pace-- towards the energy lance. Seizing it, he’d begin running across the platform, heading for one man in particular.

The oddly dressed man who’d slammed him earlier stuck out. An easy target-- one that the boy was intent on felling before anything like what had happened earlier could repeat. He wasn’t about to risk a melee with Macho-- but he wasn’t going to let him get anywhere near the ball.

He'd point the odd but powerful weapon in the direction of his opponent, and begin firing like mad.
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@The Good Doctor

OOC: rolled to grab the energy lance and shoot at poffo; 18/20, -1 due to penalty, total 17

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

Round two was quickly coming upon the competitors. Round one, Poffo had to believe, was a rousing success for himself. He had a brutal KO against an opponent and scored the game's first point. If he could only continue this sort of performance on such a widely watched event, he may fall into galactic superstardom. Perhaps he could collect on some high dollar deals as a spokesman. He wondered if there was some company that made spicy bantha jerky sticks....He could snap into a deal like that.

But, back to the game. As the field came back into focus for him, he could see the opponents on the other side. There was a new face. Apparently, one of the Mandos couldn't handle the heat in the kitchen. He was replaced by...another Mandalorian. Goodness, these tinman warriors are gluttons for punishment.

He also noticed Feannag on the other side. The skinny man had the look of someone who wanted revenge. Poffo yelled across the pitch, "Looky, looky, looky, looky what we got here! Fanboy is back, yeah! All 50 kilos soaking wet of him! Had to jump around in the shower to get that way!" He wiggled his fingers and snapped his head hard from left to right as he pointed to him. "Or no...no, I bet it was that bacta bath, yeah...Who put you in there, huh? Ooooooh, yeaaah, I seem to remember ME using YOUR head on the floor!"

Sauvage motioned for the crowd before pointing to the flamethrower in front of him. "But don't you worry," Poffo continued to yell over the pitch. "I got something that will dry you up, yeah! Get ready for things to really start heating up!"

"ROUND 2 BEGIN!"

When the red ray shield went down, Poffo ran up the middle steps and grabbed the flamethrower, a weapon he was quite familiar with. He had nuked AMS beast monsters with one just like it. Despite the trashtalking, Poffo wanted to go for a quick score. He had the flamethrower ready to fire in one hand, tucked tight against his body. He would attempt to drop down into the pit with the huttball and pick it up on the run with the free hand, dodging Fanboy's attacks as he did so. He had talked to Krazy Kel before the round started and he said he would try to cover him. Could Poffo trust a Sith? He was unsure, but if get swerved, Poffo might have some remedies for that as well...when the time was right.

Spoiler: Dice - 12 out 20

12 out of 20

@The Good Doctor

 

[Bir Vuul]

Stationed on the rising platform once more, the deranged Acolyte’s excitement had transformed into sheer determination. He had been made a fool of. He had been turned into a joke amongst his own team and that was something he simply could not abide. His teammates in Mr. Macho and Death had both pulled through the first round without much in the way of a scratch, him being the sole flounder. No, this would not do. It could not do. Not now, nor ever. In the moments before the second round, Macho and Bir devised a plan and hearing of his success in the first half Bir knew it to be wise to work as a team. Macho would have Krazy Kel watching his back.

As the ray shield dropped, Bir broke into a sprint down the staircase that was to the left of the blue team’s starting point. At the bottom, a wonderful weapon that the Kel Dor was all too familiar with during his imprisonment on Korriban; a neuronic whip. Now that he had one in his own hand and at his disposal, he was eager to inflict pain on whomever found themselves in his way.

Jumping to the platform above, it did not take long for his choice of victim to be made. The two Mandalorians, the one who had disgraced the Acolyte being absent and replaced by a new-comer, soared through the air on the jetpacks. Bir was not looking to repeat his mistakes, however, and instead turned his focus to the wounded boy from the first round. Perhaps only too predictably, Feannag had turned his eyes towards revenge. It was time for Bir to keep his promise.

Leaping towards Feannag with the whip in his prosthetic right hand and his saber in his left, Bir would cast it forward aimed at the boy’s neck as he activated the electrical surge that would likely void the boy’s bladder if it succeeded. And if it did, Bir would yank down on the whip hard to break his focus and aim. If the pull was strong enough to bring the boy towards him, he would meet the crimson blade of Bir’s lightsaber as it thrummed to life in his hand.

Sigh...

@The Good Doctor

 

[Huttball League]

It appears that the bad luck still coerces through the Mandalorians in this great game of Huttball. First of all, Arbalest (@Kell Rook)'s jetpack would malfunction. When the Mandalorian would attempt to use it to take him in the air, it would thrust him vertically high in the air continuously a high speeds without warning. There is no plausible action that Arbalest can take, he has no other functions that could possibly help him, and even if he detaches his jetpack he will make a long and hard fall to the pitch below. His only chance at this point is hoping that soon the controls will respond to him.

Good thing this game doesn't have an 'out of bounds' rule, but the longer he is flying up uncontrollably, the longer his team on the ground will suffer.

The Shatterbeam rifle shot by Death (@EviFoxx) would connect to Iron Man (@Laren Vano). Although Iron Man flew forward, the Shatterbeam rifle was no weapon to be triffled with, it completely reversed Iron Man's momentum, sending him fling back as if he got hit in the face with a force blast. he would be ragdolled into the wall on the otherside of the Red Team goal, with a nice hard impact, he isn't getting up soon.

On the otherhand, the Shatterbeam Rifle is no weapon to be trifled with, not just what the business end of it is pointing at but for the wielder as well. Death must have mistaken that weapon for a regular blaster rifle. After the weapon fired, the staggering amounts of recoil outright put serious strain on Death's dominant shoulder and arm as well as leaving him lying on his back in pain and agony. Even the commentators watched in horror of this. "Oh by Jabba's hidden treasure, hahahaha"

The camera drones would then go to the fight between Feannag, Mr. Macho, and Krazy Kel. Feannag (@Tom) was firing at Mr. Macho with the lance he picked up, but Krazy Kel was besetting him and threatening him, putting pressure on the red team member while covering his partner.

The blaster fire aimed at Mr. Macho (@Isen) would have been enough to lay some serious hurt on him, but unfortunately he missed as he would be dodging his attacks. But that barrage of blaster fire would deter him from grabbing the ball. So they stand at a cross-roads.

Krazy Kel's (@Tulos) attack didn't end up as well as he expected. Sure, having watched your prison overseers use an extremely hard to use weapon is one thing, but using it is another and Kel shown that he doesn't know how to use the weapon. As he would be leaping towards his prey, casting his whip, the whip would be improperly cast and the end of the whip would recoil back to Krazy Kel. The whip would hit him in the chest and discharge no small amount of pure debilitating pain on the Kel Dor and he would crash and burn on the ground once again.

For now, the only participants on their standing on their own two feet are Mr. Macho and Feannag. But that won't last. Mr. Macho will have to contend with Feannag before he can get the ball.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

Oof, rolls were bad.

@Scoobert = Iron Man is unconscious for two posting rounds following this post. After which, apply another -1 modifier on top of the one already existing on him.

@Kell Rook = Arbalest is flying uncontrollably upwards for two posting rounds, and your weapons are not usable either given the circumstances. You'll have to let this ride out until then, unless you want to detach your jetpack to ensure an instant KO. The third posting round, -1 modifier to actions.

@Tulos = Unfortunately Krazy Kel is unable to act this new posting round while you would recover. Next round, apply a -2 modifier.

@EviFoxx = Death gets off comparatively lightly, unable to act this new round. Next round, apply a -1 modifier

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Perhaps Laeonas was still in the bacta tank, and all that transpired before him was an illusion. After all, it was almost impossible that everyone else in the arena had managed to fail so spectacularly.

But in quick succession, everything went wrong around him. Laeonas first noticed the Sith from earlier coming at him. Caught off guard and with only the energy lance to defend himself, Laeonas would stumble midshot, taking a few steps back. The whip in his opponent's hand crackled with energy-- and it made contact with that very same opponent, rather than him.

The brief distraction that was the Sith's utter failure to attack the boy-- on no part of Laeonas, even-- gave the young concussion victim the opportunity to survey the chaos around him. What he saw caused his mouth to hang agape, and the one widened eye to bulge out of his socket.

He'd first done a brief check for his teammates, turning his head back to see what had happened to the two mandalorians. He noticed the one that had been struck by lightning was moving quickly across the arena. However, he wasn't heading towards the ball; he was going backwards. Laeonas only realized what had happened when he hit the back of their own goal, slumping unconscious.

"Yer kiddin' me," he might have said, but the boy was now focused on finding his other ally. The mandalorian that had just joined them wasn't immediately noticeable-- until he picked up on one of the viewscreens around the arena. They pointed towards a mandalorian, surrounded by nothing but the sky. Immediately Laeonas' head shot upwards, and that bulging eye of his could only stare as his other teammate continued to climb through the air.

"This isn't fair," he muttered, feeling his hands tremble. Both his teammates were down-- felled either by malfunctions or by a quick shot from a blaster. The boy's breathing accelerated; he couldn't beat the other two on his own. Firing at one was easy enough, but engaging both "Mr. Macho" and "Death" at once would've been a challenge-- even if he had a lightsaber, and command over the force. It had been proven that neither mattered as much as he thought they would... and the fact that the Sith was writhing in pain was proof of that.

He had no choice but to continue. They'd either score, or attack him next if he gave them either opportunity. He tried shifting his attention to the one who had felled the Mandalorian from earlier... and than he saw Death. The boy watched in disgust as the man clutched a severely injured arm, and the urge to vomit returned to the boy-- but only for a moment. His mind processed the information quickly, and he came to a new conclusion.

Both Iron man and... whoever the other Mandalorian was, were put out of commission-- for now. As far as the boy knew, he'd be alone until someone scored. In such a situation, many players would've felt lost-- the prospect of a 3v1 fight for possession of the ball was a near impossible victory.

But this wasn't going to be a 3v1.

The Sith had completely failed in attacking him. The boy was the only force sensitive on the field now-- neither Death nor Macho could've countered that. Ofcourse, it didn't matter what Death could or couldn't counter anymore-- because he was as useless as the Sith. "And tha mandos," He muttered, lips curling down.

This was no longer a team match-- it was a duel.

And the boy was going to be facing the one who was responsible for the small metal plate now under his temple.

Running down the nearbye stairwell, Laeonas drew up his energy spear, point it at the center-- at Mr. Macho, and at the ball.

"Just you and me now, PRICK!" He shouted, the slur in his voice drowned out by the searing venom that dripped from every word.

Almost theatrically, Laeonas motioned with his left hand out to the arena. It was probably meant to convey that he was surveilling the scene-- but with how revenge hungry he was, and how he had suffered a concussion, it more or less looked like an arm flailing like a blow up noodle.

His left arm suddenly shot back to the grip of the lance, steadying the long weapon "Those mandos were a lot'f karkin'elp-- couldn't bring ya down though." He snapped. Resentment colored his face, and if the audience could've seen the look in his eyes, they would've thought he was about to kill a man.

He wasn't far off, to give them credit.

The expression would change, however, when some new words escaped his lips. They'd curl upwards, and a toothy white grin stretched across the whole of his face. "It's fine though, fine fine fine... I'll do it MAESELF!"

As the final shriek of a word escaped his lips, he fired. The blast would careen towards Macho at an even closer range than before, yet in Laeonas' unsteadiness, hitting the man still wasn't a guarantee. He'd also managed to put himself much closer to the man... which, from earlier experience, demonstrated how bad of an idea that was.
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@The Good Doctor

OOC: Rolling for Laeo to shoot Poffo with the Energy Lance; 19/20, -1 for earlier penalty, final roll is 18

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

Mr. Macho must have looked like Sarry Banders, the retired Hall of Fame Huttball player out there, dodging and weaving between the shots of the lance. To his great credit, Sauvage wouldn't be hit by any of the shots from Feannag, but they did serve as enough of a deterrent that getting the ball would not be in the cards.

The flies? They started a-dropping. One of the Mando's jetpack sent the tincan warrior flying uncontrollably about the arena while Neffy managed to tattoo one of them and put them out of commission for a while. Still, Macho found himself to be increasingly frustrated with his teammates as they once again managed to take themselves out of the game for a while with their own ineptness of how to use their own weapons.

Poffo was about to start letting the taunts toward his own teammate fly, but he was interrupted by a shrill voice coming from the other side of the pitch. It was the man he monkey-dumped right on his head before scoring in the last round. "Just you and me now, PRICK!"

The skinny man continued to rabble, but Macho was busy looking to his right and to his left as if he was looking for someone else this guy could be talking to. I mean, after what Poffo just did to him, surely he would have the good sense to not piss off Mr. Macho. After nearly killing the boy, Macho felt like the appropriate thing to do would be for this kid to show some respect. But apparently, Feannag chose a different route.

Once again, at least in the meantime, it came down to the angry Fanboy and Mr. Macho as the only players on the pitch currently in condition to play the game. And Fanboy just called him a Prick. Poffo yelled back at him. "Hey, Fanboy! You're going nowhere..." He started walking slowly toward Feannag's location, forgetting the ball for now. "I got you all to myself, yeah. All to myself for playtime!" One hand was cradling the flamethrower to his body, but the free hand rose for some finger-flourishing.

Feannag had been making his way toward Macho as well. Confrontation appeared to be inevitable. Macho lit up the flamethrower, trying to cook this opponent while trying to simultaneously use the massive flames as a wall to block Feannag's vision of where Poffo was exactly, hoping that would cause the shots from his lance to be aimed incorrectly.

@The Good Doctor

Spoiler: Dice- 17 out of 20

Dice Link

 

[Neffy Whilstradt]

Neffy smiled as he flew back from the recoil of the shatterbeam rifle, just before he smacked his head on the hard stairs leading up to the very platform he was just on, he saw Iron Man fly backwards into the wall and flop back to the ground. Neffy's victory was short lived as the pain from the landing flooded his head. He winced as he tried to roll over and gather his breath back. He laughed as the memory of Iron Man flying back and smashing into the wall replayed over and over into his head. I actually...did something...good. For once.

He managed to get up and steady himself by leaning up against the metal pole's that hold up the stairs. He looked over to the shatterbeam rifle hoping to be able to use it again, only to see that the casing was cracked down one side and that the handle and trigger had completely broken off. SERIOUSLY?? He rubbed a hand down his face. He walked over to the shatterbeam rifle and kicked it hard, sending it flying into one of the corners of the arena and smashing it into pieces. It was only until then that the pain from his left shoulder kicked in. The sudden shock of it made him yelp. If one of the Mandalorians found out his left shoulder was ruined, they would be able to use it to their advantage. He had to continue and disguise the pain somehow. He would survive this round just like he did the previous round. Neffy could do this.

@The Good Doctor

 

[Huttball League]

The fans would be cheering as the two Feannag and Mr. Macho are about to clash! It is easy to see the two as something as rivals, given what has happened, with Mr. Macho brutalizing the former in the last round and with the fury Feannag has been showing it is clear that he wants some payback! For now, it's just those two.

Feannag (@Tom) would launch a blaster shot from his lance at Mr. Macho (@Isen) would aim to return fire with some actual fire from his flamethrower. The result? Feannag was quicker on the draw, buthis unsteadiness and him having to hit a target spewing fire at him meant that his shot wasn't not the most accurate, yet he managed to score a hit anyways, landing a glancing blow on Mr. Macho's left shoulder. The hit would hurt, it would burn, and it would sting. The impact of the shot would affect Mr. Macho's aim, veering it off course with him sending flames to his own left, harmlessly. Feannag would be able to feel the heat of the flames, but they wouldn't impact him.

"What a show! They are going at it!" "You said it"

Feannag and Mr. Macho are poised to continue to attack each other, but Death and Krazy Kel are starting to stir up, while the Red Team's Mandalorians (@Scoobert & @Kell Rook) are still out of the fight for now. What will happen next?

Spoiler: OOC Note

@EviFoxx & @Tulos remember to apply -1 modifier and -2 modifiers to your rolls respectively this posting round.

@Kell Rook & @Scoobert out for one more posting round.

 

[Bir Vuul]

As Bir stirred from his poorly executed attack, the Kel Dor pushed himself from the floor and scanned the arena around him. Still no Mandalorians in sight and he could see both Mr. Macho and Feannag taking aim at one another a short distance away.

”Today is just not my day,” Bir grunted as he returned himself to his feet, the point in his chest that the whip had connected with still burning from it’s electrifying surge. ”Not my day at all,” The Kel Dor continued. The room spun as he tried to regain his bearings, looking first back to his own teams side of the platform and then spinning to see the opposition’s goal posts.

Finally, watching as Macho’s flame thrower spilled flames into the air, it dawned on him… The ball had still not been claimed and they still had a three to one advantage. Krazy Kel, in a state of panic, spun multiple times in place as he tried to locate the target. It took a moment to calm himself and only then did he see the huttball still perched in the center of the arena. Pointing at the target with the hand that still held his newly acquired whip, Bir’s face twisted into a sinister smile.

”Mine! You will be mine! All mine!” he declared with a loud cackle as he started sprinting towards the hovering ball, though keeping both the whip and his lightsaber hilt in his hand. Knowing full well the weapons be useless if he managed to gain possession of the ball for his team, Bir still wanted to be prepared for anything...

@The Good Doctor

Spoiler

(10/20) - 2 = 8/20

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

In a word, Poffo was still pissed that this pipsqueak Fanboy called him a prick. It was like he wanted to get dropped on his damn head again. Poffo would be more than happy to oblige. Maybe he knocked the sense of out of him, but Mr. Macho would be aiming to knock the sense right back into that dome that he cracked on the floor before scoring the game's first point.

To top it off, Fanboy got a got glancing shot on Poffo's shoulder. Yeah, it stung. It hurt. It would leave a mark. But what pissed Macho off was the fact that he put a damn hole right in this beautiful pink and black jacket. Now he had gone too far. "Now you've done gone and brought out the Madness, yeah!" Poffo yelled at him. "I'm going to cook ya yeah! I'm going to get you medium well, yes I am, just like a perfectly cooked bantha burger!" He finger flourished with both hands before pointing at Feannag with one finger, "But then, am I going to eat you? No, no. I'm no cannibal, no I'm not. I'm going to feed you to the hounds, yeah!"

Macho would spring hard right at Feannag, balls to the wall, with every intention of turning his budding rival into a piece of char with his flamethrower.

@The Good Doctor

Dice- 18 out of 20

 

[Neffy Whilstradt]

Neffy managed to make his way up the stairs to the platform he was just on. He saw Faennag and Poffo fighting it out and reached over his back with his right shoulder to ready his blaster. He decided to help out Poffo by raining fire on Faennag with his blaster. Poffo would probably appreciate the extra damage heading Faennag's way. Although knowing Neffy's luck one of the shots would probably hit Poffo by mistake.

As long as he could distract Faennag from the ball, Kel could score another point for the blue team.

rolling to distract Faennag from going for the ball - rolled a 7 -1 = 6

@The Good Doctor

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

The blasts fired from his lance just as the flames from Macho's weapons shot forward. For a moment, Laeonas was staggered back, rearing the lance upwards as his arms instinctively moved to protect him. The boy could feel the warmth of flames that would've otherwise roasted him, and the aquamarines of his eyes were shut as he braced for impact.

Despite it all, he was probably less scared than he should have been. Laeonas had seen what flames could do to a human body, and being cooked alive wasn't what he had come here for. Yet in spite of this, he didn't run immediately, at least partially holding. Bright eyes were shut closed as he braced for impact, and while he was sure that he wouldn't be allowed to die, he doubted that he would escape unharmed.

But instead of being roasted alive, the flames pulled back. The boy could sense that something had changed, and his eyes would shoot open. Standing in front of him was Macho, and on his left shoulder, the carbon scoring of a blast. The boy was slow to recognize what had happened. His mind was still wracked by concussion, but he managed to put the pieces together.

By luck-- no, by the force-- one of his shots had landed. His opponent's aim had been temporarily broken, and now Laeonas had an opportunity.

What would the boy do? Perhaps he could do continue what he was already doing, and fire at Macho again. He could continue until the charge was empty, or more likely, until Macho was a smoking heap of raw muscle on the ground. The boy's bloodlust had been spent in the brief brush with being roasted alive, however; frustration had been partially tempered, and now caution had returned to his senses.

The lightsaber at his belt was the only option besides his blaster rifle (which was inferior in most every way to the energy lance). Sure, Laeonas could try charging the man with the lance, but there was no guarantee that Macho couldn't just fire the flames again and roast him. However, the man couldn't hope to accomplish that if Laeonas was able to use his saber to disable the weapon. It would've been a risky maneuver, but the boy had the force on his side... well, he thought he did.

Drawing the hilt from his belt, the boy had been about to ignite the crimson blade of his weapon when he heard a voice from behind him. Turning, the bright aquamarines of his eyes shown with fear as the Kel Dor that had tried attacking him earlier began sprinting in his general direction. Both the whip that had sent him falling from a simple touch and the Sith's own lightsaber were in hands, and Laeonas blinked a few times to wonder if this really was all still a hallucination.

Than he heard the bellowing cries of Macho. The threats of cooking him, roasting him... and the awkward segment where he mentioned how he wasn't a cannibal, for some reason.

On his peripheral awareness, the boy even managed to sense as the other human on the opposing team found their way back to consciousness. The brief window in which he'd had to KO Macho was gone. He'd briefly imagined the possibility of getting outnumbered right after his teammates got themselves temporarily out of commission, but that speculation was now reality. As quickly as it had come, his opportunity to take Macho down had been snatched away.

The situation was getting worse by the second. He could continue to try and engage, with two people focused on bringing him down and the other on getting to the ball.

...Laeonas was uneducated, but he wasn't stupid enough to try and pull that off. He'd been in situations like this time and time before; cornered in alleyways with no way to escape sentients that were trying to kill him, there was only one course of action.

Turning on his heels, the boy began moving back towards his own goal. In a burst that was both desperate and highly improvised, Laeonas would attempt to gain the speed necessary to get him out of range of the flamethrower in the little time he had to do it.

If he took a more defensive position, Laeonas could eliminate the short range advantage that was now in the hands of Macho. He could attempt to engage the Sith that had got their hands on the ball. Hopefully, "Death's" aim was as shitty as his luck.

However, none of that would matter if he couldn't get away from Poffo's flames in time.
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@The Good Doctor

OOC: Rolling for Laeo to escape from the center; 11/20, -1 for earlier penalty, final roll is 10

 

[Huttball League]

The Hutts and the audience watching has eyes on the bout between Feannag (@Tom) and Mr. Macho (@Isen). Sure Feannag avoided the burning might of the flamethrower at first, but he's gotten himself too deep in and this time he wouldn't be able to escape fast enough. As Feannag would try to retreat, Mr. Macho would let him have it, a burst of flame hit Feannag, and then it would begin to set him ablaze threatening to engulf him.

"Oh my, he's been lit on fire! Hahahahahhahahaa""This is too rich""Things are heating up and fast!"

Feannag would be overloaded with pain as his attire would be on fire. His head would emerge unscathed but the rest of his body wouldn't be so lucky. He would feel horrible pain. If Feannag stop, drops, and rolls he would have a good chance of putting out the flames before he would be consumed, but that would leave him vulnerable. Another option is to keep running away, but it's very probably he'll be dropping on his knees and be knocked out. Either way, the Huttball staff were smart enough to have the medical droid on stand-by with a flame extinguisher just in case. Can't have valuable contestants dying when they still have more rounds to fight in after all.

Death's (@EviFoxx) attempts to distract Feannag from getting the ball ultimately didn't amount to much, as he wouldn't have been going for the ball and his shots were not accurate, missing. Perhaps the damage he took from the shatterbeam rifle is still taking it's toll, although it won't for much longer.

In regards to the Sith contestant, Krazy Kel, he was trying to make his way towards the ball and would make a good amount of progress, but hasn't reached it quite yet. It's taking some more time for the Kel Dor to recover, the pain from the neural whip could have broke a normal person with the pain it inflicts, it's slowing him down, but at least he has the constitution that he can be walking let alone standing. But soon Krazy Kel would be feeling back to normal.

While Krazy Kel is almost to the ball, Iron Man (@Scoobert) would begin to be stirring up from where they were. The lingering damage from the lightning strike won't be shook off any time soon, and them being beyind the red team goal post would mean it would take more time to react to what's going on the pitch.

Arbalest (@Kell Rook) would begin to regain controls of his jetpack and his armor's functions. Thankfully he would be still in the troposphere, they would still be able to get back in the fight, although not in a timely manner. He still have a distance to go before they can do anything to affect the playing field.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

Negative modifiers are removed from @Tulos and @EviFoxx

@Scoobert now your character can rejoin the fray, proceed with a -2 modifier this posting round and continue with the normal -1 afterwards.

@Kell Rook now your character can rejoin the fray as well, proceed with a -1 modifier this posting round. I know you have been having problems with discord, but doing dice on the site in the Difficulty Checks section is fine as well. Just remember to state what you are rolling for and remember to use D20

@Tom since Feannag is unfortunately... on fire... You'll might probably want to roll to do something about that or else you'll be KO'ed >.>

 

[Bir Vuul]

Bir could not deny that as he ran, his strength had been sapped by the electrical current that had passed through his body. Even so, every step he took pushed him to regain his constitution and he would soon be able to perform with his full capabilities.

While Bir maintained his focus on the ball that lay dead ahead of him, he caught sight of Mr. Macho’s flow of fire that caught the back of the one known as Feannag. The rivalry between the two was growing, much as the flames that licked the nape of the boy’s neck, as Bir allowed himself a high pitched chuckle as he pushed on for the ball.

With outstretched arms, Bir prepared to wrap his hands around the ball and would start to plan his path towards the red team’s goal.

@The Good Doctor​

Spoiler

I don't even know why I bother anymore lol 3/20

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

No question, Poffo had put Fanboy in a bad way. After the unnecessary name-calling, Mr. Macho was more than happy to see the guy go from pasty pale and rare to charred and medium well at his hands. "Oooh, yeeee-aaah!" Poffo yelled at the man on fire. "Turned you into Fanboy on the Barbie, yeah! But don't you think I'm done with you, not for a nano-second, NO!"

Macho twirled around in a 360 once more, one hand in the air allowing it to twirl with one finger pointed to toward the ceiling to get the crowd's approval. He could smell the credits rolling in...the sponsorships, the jobs for the new mercenary business, the free drinks when people saw him walk into a bar with those amazing jackets and hats...it was looking more and more likely that the world would be his. And, if he could KO Feannag, the likelihood that his team could score another point went way up.

He yelled to the crowd even as Feannag was in flames. "Let me show you how we do it back home, yeah! Someone pitch-side in one of those durasteel folding chairs! Toss it in, yeah! I'll show you why they call me the new Chairman of Huttball!"

If some fan was willing and able to toss Mr. Macho a steel chair, he would try to waffle the man currently engulfed in a raging inferno right over the head with it. If no chair would be tossed to him, he would have to do it the old-fashioned way- chasing after Fanboy with the spiked knuckledusters. Minus a durasteel chair, he would try to throat punch Feannag right in the carotid artery. He would try to douse the flames with Fanboy's own blood- exchange the licking fire for a fountain of blood.

@The Good Doctor

Dice- 12 out of 20

 

[Neffy Whilstradt]

Neffy began to become annoyed as his shots missed completely. Just as he predicted...Oh well. He looked towards the other side of the goal and saw that Iron Man was beginning to stir. Oh no you don't. He rushed towards Iron Man and picked up the syringe pistol on the way, if he could land this shot he'd be able to knockout Iron Man completely. Even though Bir was about to score from the looks of things, he didn't want to risk them counter attacking. The risk of this going wrong was high, but it was worth it.

He jumped down the stairs that led towards Iron Man two at a time, a smile began to appear on his face. Neffy gripped the syringe pistol in his right hand as he stood before Iron Man. "It's time for you to go to bed Iron Man."

rolling to see how successful his attempt to use the syringe pistol on Iron Man - rolled a 12

@The Good Doctor

 

[Akalenedat]

What THE HELL IS GOING On. Kell began trying to slow down his speed or realign where the thrusters were concentrating but to no avail. He kept going up. So, he calmed himself down and thought about something. He took out his E-11S and aimed down sights to see what was going on below. Arbalest could see Neffy engaging Iron Man. This is ridiculous.It’s worth a shot…

He pulled the trigger when his sights where set on Neffy’s shoulders and then put his gun away and began attempting to at least slow down his acceleration or get the jetpack to shut down completely so he could fall back down to the battle field and then start the thrusters again when he reached the surface to avoid a bad landing.

@The Good Doctor

(OOC: Rolled a 12-20 to shoot Neffy while in the air on my Noice Doice th

 

[Laren Vano]

Laren, the Iron Man, was not feeling great in the moment. Finally lifting himself off the ground, he looked up to see a rushing enemy. Looked to be ready to shoot with the syringe pistol mentioned by the Hutts. How lovely. Let’s hope this doesn’t end badly for him in this moment against Death.

“Bring your best.. my worthy opponent.”

Laren lifted himself up to his feet. A slight wobble at first. The pain coursing through his body was great, but he would move on through to see the fight being brought to him. His reaction swift as possible would be to roll to the side and send blaster shots to his enemy. His westar being more than capable of damage enough to drop a person. He only hoped his equipment would not fail him once again.

Rolled 11/20 -2 modifier.

@The Good Doctor

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

At first, the boy felt nothing. He had turned on his heels, legs intent on carrying him away from the man, his flamethrower, and his damaged wardrobe. The fact that the Sith was descending on the ball didn't matter. His Mandalorian teammates descending on one of his opponents didn't matter.

These facts might have been something Laeonas had picked up and focused on, had he actually escaped. They would've been the first things the boy might notice when he was a safe distance from the hulk intent on roasting him.

But he didn't escape. Not in time, at least.

He felt as if time slowed down when they hit him. His awareness slowed enough to the point where he could feel what was happening on the scale of microseconds. The only major sensation that he could register was the gradual increase of temperature around him.

That broke when his nerves started burning.

Screams, squawks, any sounds of pain or anguish one might imagine from a burning animal escaped Laeonas' mouth. There weren't even expletives that could form thanks to the suffering that he was experiencing. Laeonas felt as if his own body was being consumed by raw heat, flesh scalding and roasting like he was some slab of meat over a fire. The boy who'd called himself "Black Bird" in a dead language was now being cooked like a poultry dish, all while still alive.

The boy wasn't simply standing and agonizing in the pain he felt, however. He sounded like a bird that had been lit on fire, squawking and flapping around without a clue of what to do. For a few seconds he fit the bill visually as well, flailing his arms around and running in a circle. That shifted when he started pulling off his jacket-- fully engulfed in flames-- and tossing it to the floor.

The fire on his pants didn't cease when he pulled off his jacket, and it immediately began spreading to his remaining upper garments; all the while his skin still cooked. Desperate to beat out the flames he started padding himself down with his own hands. When that didn't work, he started padding himself down by slamming into the metal floor beneath him.

His screaming continued even as he rolled back and forth, even while the flames struggled to remain alive. He wasn't aware of the direction he was rolling in, but he'd been on a trajectory away from Macho; not like he couldn't close the distance in seconds, ofcourse. Laeonas wasn't aware of where the man who'd subjected him to this was, and he couldn't even register it-- even an animalistic desire for revenge was swept aside by his mind's singular focus on not burning to death.

He was defenseless, on fire, and rolling around on frantically rolling around and slapping himself. Not a position in which one could defend themselves from attack.
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@The Good Doctor

OOC: Rolling for Laeo to stop himself from burning before he blacks out; rolled 9/20, -1 for earlier penalty, final roll is 8

 

[Huttball League]

Feannag (@Tom) managed to put out the fire before it made him into something nice and crispy. The medical droid was ready to go out to save the poor whelp, but in the end it didn't' need to. So it would stay on the sidelines... for now but something else it that it won't be there for long.

And indeed it's true. As Mr. Macho's (@Isen) attack with what appeared to be a steel chair would connect! It would connect! It was an especially brutal attack going for the throat like that. Feannag would be in tons of pain, it would feel like his throat is totally destroyed, and then blood would soon be foaming out of his mouth. And then he would be motionless. Now this is the medical droid's cue to retrieve Feannag. Upon reaching Feannag's body, the droid would shake his head and then chime in "It appears you and me are going to be the best of friends" and then it would take Feannag's body to the bacta tanks. Going to need a bit more painkillers for this one. Feannag is KOed!

"Gah I love it! I never knew that humans could pour so much blood from their mouths. I wonder how good it tastes""Maybe if you are quick enough we can have shots.""Ew, have some respect. Although that was pretty funny"

Death (@EviFoxx was attempting to do so much with not enough time, even with this opponents that were out of the fight were beginning to catch up with him. He was going for the syringer, but it was all the way across on the other side of the field he was at, he never had enough time to get there. Death (@EviFoxx) was pelted with blaster bolt after blaster bolt, after blaster bolt. Death would collapse and fall at the hands of the Mandalorians (@Scoobert & @Kell Rook). Death is KOed!

Krazy Kel (@Tulos) has to be the most unlucky is person in the history of luck. Well, not as unlucky as the Mandalorians at least. Just as Bir was about to put his hands on the ball, a stray blaster shot from the Mandalorian barrage hit his foot. The Sith would trip as a result, then falling forwards, ending with his head face-planting with the heavy metal ball. Lights out for the Kel Dor. And the next one to pick up the ball will find that there is blood stained on it. Ouch. Krazy Kel is KOed.

"Woah, put that on instant replay in slow motion. Hahaha"

The match would then proceed. Mr. Macho is now by himself against two Mandalorians. The Mandalorians only now accomplished something while Mr. Macho has been the powerhouse behind the blue team. It will be interesting to see how this match proceeds.

Spoiler: OOC Notice

@EviFoxx has been asked via private messaging to roll for disadvantage as his character was 1 vs 2ing. No response within 48 hours, therefore Death is autohit

@Kell Rook modifiers cleared. Proceed as normal

@Scoobert Resume with the permanent -1 modifier

Also, a reminder to all that this game is nearing it's end (June, 27), so you all have 8 more days to play!