Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41483957
>[] call charlotte, make sure she's okay
>[] is the ground shaking? 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41483957
>[] call charlotte, make sure she's okay
>[] is the ground shaking? 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41483957
>[] call charlotte, make sure she's okay
>[] is the ground shaking? 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41483957
>[] call charlotte, make sure she's okay
>[] is the ground shaking? 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41483957
>[] call charlotte, make sure she's okay
>[] is the ground shaking? 1d20

and I just can't shake this feeling that something is going wrong, it's like I'm watching a drawer full of china about to fall to the floor and shatter, just a cold lump in the back of my stomach.

What am I worrying about? Charlotte is one of the strongest girls I know, and it's not like something bad in a mundane way could've hurt her, but...I don't know, I just can't shake this feeling. Okay I'll just send her a message and make sure she's okay, maybe she just go distracted or something.

I pull my phone from the bag hanging from the side of my chair and quickly turn it on and scroll up to contacts.

I click call and hear her ring tone, a three tone little tune. I reach her and smile widely as I bring the phone up to talk to her when from the other side, I hear what sounds like thunder and howling as well as voices I don't recognizes.

I close my eyes and try to pick out what they're saying, hearing shouts of wolf and three, and mad laughing that I know I recognize. fallen magical girls? come to think of it, I haven't seen many of them since we had to deal with Golden Fortune, Clockwork lance, Soul shield, and Maroon domintrix.

I jolt, torn from my thoughts in an instant...wait did the ground just shake....could've sworn it did.

What do I Do?
[] try to talk to charlotte
[] call someone else
[] transform
[] try to find her
[] write in
roll 1d20 to notice something

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41484308
>[] transform
>[] try to find her
>[] try to talk to charlotte

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41484308
[] transform
[] try to find her

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41484308
>[] transform
>[] try to find her

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41484308
>[] try to talk to charlotte
>[] transform
>[] try to find her

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41484308
>[] transform
>[] try to find her

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41484308
>[] try to talk to charlotte
>[] transform
>[] try to find her

>>41484327
well then.

It doesn't matter if it did or not, I need to find charlotte before she gets overrun or beaten down, it shouldn't be to hard to find her, just need to find all of the lightning, acid, and water in the air and I should be golden.

I look around the nearly empty diner, the only company I have is a boy behind the counter, who I'm pretty sure I've seen before somewhere.. Thankfully, he's asleep.

I grab my locket with my right hand as I begin to push myself up and out of my chair and...my locket is shaking. Oh fantastic, can't just have a peaceful day for once.

I groan angrily and shake my head, as my locket begins to thrash around

"CRIMSON DREAM" I shout as I push myself out of my chair falling towards the floor as the red light pours out of my locket and quickly flows to my legs as my nice shirt burns away into a red mist that quickly wraps around me, forming my robes and armor, as I take a step forward to catch myself.

I hold my arm out and catch my staff as it falls from above me.

I pull my hood over my head and rush out of the door, throwing it open as the ground shakes again.

I look up at the sky, seeing it filled with various colors, looking like something out of a fever dream, as a chill goes down my spine

Pink, purple, orange, red, blue, green, yellow, golden, grey, and other hues and tones. I tilt my head, trying to figure out who's firing them off as I see massive gears fly through the sky, Okay, so clock work is over there...where's charlotte?

I gasp as something suddenly flies in front of my face, a swing my staff on reflex before I realize it's my locket, shacking around and spinning.

What do I do?
[] fly towards the thick of it 1d20
[] follow the locket
[]COMET BEAM ROCKET 1d20
[] Change modo *plant or cow*
[]write in

>>41484643
>[] follow the locket

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41484643
>[] follow the locket
>[]COMET BEAM ROCKET 1d20
Everyones having a party and no one invites us? For shame.

>>41484643
>[] follow the locket

>>41484643
[] follow the locket

>>41484643
>[] follow the locket

>>41484643
>[] follow the locket

>>41484643
>[] follow the locket

I stare at my locket for a moment and turn back to the light show in the sky. I bite my lip as it starts to swivel around almost like a compass needle. I've never seen it done something like that before, so it has to be something important going on, right?

"Sorry charlotte" I mummer under my breath as I tap my staff on my shoulder and turn towards where the lockets pointing, right down the street. I take a deep breath and walk towards it, ignoring all the sneers and pushes I get by some kids I recognize from highschool, thankfully none of them seem to recognize me with my hood on.

I keep walking and hear the sound of ice cracking.

"MONSTER DETECTED" My locket shouts as the ground under my feet freezes over, along with nearly everything else around me "RASPUTIN, GENERAL OF THE HARSH WINTER, STRONG AGAINST MAGICAL ATTACKS"

I hear a hoarse laughing as what looks like a large man in a ragged brown coat starts slowly walking towards me.

What do I do?
[] CRIMSON INFERNO
[] COMET BEAM 1d20
[] Oh come ooon, why today?
[]oh just fuck off
[] try and fly away 1d20
[] change modo
[] BLUE STRIKE 1d20
[] Swing at him 1d20
[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41484881
Well shit, I had actually hoped the locket would pick up and lead us to Charlotte.

But I guess taking care of the most dangerous thing around is also protecting her...

>>41484881
>[] change modo
>Minotaur
>[] Swing at him 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41484881
>[] Oh come ooon, why today?
>Call backup!
>[] change modo
flying modo
>[] Swing at him 1d20
don't need magic to hurt him with our staff

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>>41484907

>>41484881
[]oh just fuck off

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41484881
>[] try and fly away 1d20
I hope we all learned our lesson about not fighting alone with Jamie.

>>41484881
>[] try and fly away 1d20
>[] change modo, comet

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41484881
>>41484941

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41484881
>[] Oh come ooon, why today?
>[] change modo
comet
>[] try and fly away 1d20

>>41484907
>>41484961
Thank god

>>41484991
We're not gonna get away with that 13 though.

This is gonna get ugly.

>>41485016
Still not a critfail. Moderate damage at most.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>41484881
>[] Oh come ooon, why today?
>[]oh just fuck off
>[] try and fly away 1d20

"Oh come on why today?" I groan, thinking outloud for a second as the man that looks like he could put a van in a bear hug turns and looks at me, a wild black beard hanging down his chest covered in frost.

"Oh isn't this convenient" He says smiling as I hear something crack again "The one who broke my love's spirit, CRIMSON DREAAAM, I thought I'd have to lure you out, and yet here I find you during my midday walk, ah..ha..ah..ha, I'm going to enjoy this"


He takes a step towards me and holds his bandaged hands out in a fighting stance, mist rising off of him.

"Oh just fuck off" I groan as I slam my staff into the ground, my armor shifting around as my wings of flame roar in to life as my locket screams "FLYING COMET MODE, ACTIVATED"

I pivot around and leap into the air with a flip, before I hear a roar of anger, and suddenly feel something pull my back and swing me around, almost slamming my head into a lightpole as it tosses me.

I stand back up, my head spinning as the armor on my legs whirs and readjusts.

I stare up at the giant man cracking his knuckles.

"Oh I bet she'd get her confidence back if I brought you to her in chains" He says grinning with his blue lips "What do you think?"

I glare at him, looking for the best place to knock him on his ass.

What do I do?
[] "COMET BEAM" *Fire, ice, or chains* write in
[] "Goodbye", COMET BEAM ROCKET 1d20
[] "Milk shake", Cow modo, head butt 1d20
[] I have a better idea, I kill you and take a nap, now that's a good idea
[] CRIMSON INFERNO
[] SHOOTING STAAAAAAR
[] write in

>>41485217
[] I have a better idea, I kill you and take a nap, now that's a good idea
[] SHOOTING STAAAAAAR

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41485217
>[] "Milk shake", Cow modo, head butt 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41485217
>[] "Milk shake", Cow modo, head butt 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41485217
>[] "Milk shake", Cow modo, head butt 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41485217
>[] "Milk shake", Cow modo, head butt 1d20
>[] I have a better idea, I kill you and take a nap, now that's a good idea

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41485217
[] I have a better idea, I kill you and take a nap, now that's a good idea
[] SHOOTING STAAAAAAR
[] "Goodbye", COMET BEAM ROCKET 1d20

>>41485281
Why do I get the feeling we are doomed today?

>>41485281
fuck all the things

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41485217
>[] "Milk shake", Cow modo, head butt 1d20
>[] CRIMSON INFERNO

>>41485355
Good thing you came late.

>>41485355
God damnit anon.

>>41485217
>[] SHOOTING STAAAAAAR

"Milk shake" I say smiling widely as I put my hand on the ground and kick the frost off my foot as I close my eyes, thinking about being bigger, stronger, eating grass, drinking milk and other things like that.

"What?" he says tilting his head as I charge forward as I feel myself growing heavier as my armor changes shape to look like some a greek hero would wear.

I pull my head back, to try and head butt the man who's now slightly less intimidating. I push my head forward with a grunt and, don't move.

I look up and see him staring at me confused, one of his pale hands grasped around my horn.

I open my mouth to curse, but a second later

*crack*

I'm on the ground rubbing my jaw, as my world spins again.

"Hmm" he says "She said you were more monster than human, and yet, from where I stand, all I see is a cow with giant tits, kind of disappointed to be honest"

I stand back up, seeing my breath as I pant in anger, as I feel a trickle of blood run down my lip.

What do I dO?
[] Try again 1d20
[] COMET BEAM BULL RUSH 1d20
[] CRIMSON GREAT SWORD 1d20
[] change modo
[] You want to see a monster? *Chaos break*
[] whistle for foolish
[] CRIMSON HORNS 1d20
[] CRIMSON GREATHAMMER 1d20
[] CHAIN LASSO 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41485450
>[] CHAIN LASSO 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41485450
>[] whistle for foolish
>[] CRIMSON GREATHAMMER 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41485450
>[] CRIMSON GREATHAMMER 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41485450
>[] whistle for foolish
>[] CRIMSON GREAT SWORD 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41485450
>[] whistle for foolish
Get help boy!
>[] CRIMSON GREATHAMMER 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41485450
>[] whistle for foolish
>[] CRIMSON HORNS 1d20

>>41485487
I think we should use our re-roll here.
Otherwise it just keeps going downhill.

>>41485546
may as well.

>>41485546
Sounds good. Gives us a chance to stand while waiting for foolish.

roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41485585

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41485585

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41485585

>>41485585
>>41485593
At least we got the 16.

I grab my staff with both hands and grip down on it as hard as I can, coursing magic into it, first fire, a dark red light gathers at the end and spins around, and then ice, a blue light zaps up the metal, freezing the red light in a cube of ice as I roar in anger and run forward.

I pivot around, swinging as hard as I can at Rasputin, he raises his hand to grab it again, chuckling. until it slams into his face, and cause him to stumble before.

*KAAABOOOM*

The ice shatters, and the fire magic shoots out in an explosion.

He stands still for a bit, his hood still covering his face as he stands back up, crackling as he does so.

He glares at me and smiles.

Before he picks grabs a truck and moves to throw it at me

What do I do?
[] smack it down 1d20
[] throw back 1d20
[] GORE IT 1d20
[] change modo 1d20
[] COMET BEAM 1d20
[] CHAIN WEB 1d20
[] CRIMSON LASH 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41485714
>[] throw back 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41485714
[] throw back 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41485714
[] GORE IT 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41485714
>[] GORE IT 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41485714
Did whistling for foolish not get included?

>[] throw back 1d20

>>41485758
>>41485762
Why do you want a truck stuck on our head?

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41485714
>[] throw back 1d20
I hope foolish is coming.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41485714
>[] GORE IT 1d20

>>41485772
I forgot sorry, foolish did hear your scream of rage, though

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>41485714
>[] throw back 1d20

"Oh come on!" I shout angrily as I dig my feet into the now snow covered ground, and get ready to try and do something really really stupid.

He grunts as he chucks the truck at me, red paint flying off it as it spins through the air towards me.

I step to the side, and grab the bed of it, spinning around as my arm screams out with pain. I bellow loudly and toss the truck back, smirking as I see it slam into his chest, the metal crumpling around him as he grunts in pain and goes flying back a bit.

"Ah Master" I hear a voice call behind me as my locket starts to shake again

I turn around and see foolish, carrying its second body in its mouth

"Did you need something?" it asks

I hear laughing behind me, and something that sounds vaguely russian

What do I do?
[] tell foolish to do something
[] SMASH THE FROST FUCKER 1d20
[] Grab nearest thing, toss 1d20
[] CRIMSON PUNCH 1d20
[] CRIMSON RUSH 1d20
[] FREEZE 1d20
[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41485896
>[] tell foolish to do something
>send one of our friends this way if they can, and try to find out where Charlotte is
>[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41485896
>[] tell foolish to do something: Find the other magical girls and tell them whats going on
>[] CRIMSON RUSH 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41485896
>[] tell foolish to do something
find out where everyone is, and tell them what's going on.
>[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41485896
>[] tell foolish to do something: Find the other magical girls and tell them whats going on
>[] SMASH THE FROST FUCKER 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>41485896
>[] tell foolish to do something
>Find the other magical girls and tell them whats going on.
>[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41485896
>[] Grab nearest thing, toss 1d20
>[] tell foolish to do something

"Go tell the others what's going on" I say as I turn back around cracking my knuckles "and try to get back up"

"Master, I don't know if you've noticed" Foolish says behind me "But I think the others are fighting in the city"

I ignore him and grab my staff as rasputin stands up and charges towards me

"CHAIN JACKET" I shout as I point the metal rod at him as a puff of black smoke shoots out of it.

A second later a chain flies out and wraps his arms down. He starts struggling, and the chain starts to groan and shudder as link breaks and shoots away

What do I do?
[] Grab him 1d20
[] GORE 1d20
[] COMET BEAM 1d20
[] TIGHTEN 1d20
[] BLUE STREAM 1d20
[] CRIMSON RAIN 1d20
[] CRIMSON SCYTHE TOSS 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41486160
>[] GORE 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>41486160
>[] TIGHTEN 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41486160
>[] GORE 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41486160
>[] TIGHTEN 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41486160
>[] TIGHTEN 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41486160
[] TIGHTEN 1d20

"TIGHTEN" I Shout as I raise my hand into the air and clench it.

Rasputin stops midstep as the chains pull themselves tighter around him. he stands there for a second, before his eyes glow a light blue, as frost begins to cover the chains that cover him.

A few more links snap as he takes a slow step towards me, smiling as the chains continue to tighten around him, as blood flows down his mouth from behind his lips

What do I do?
[] CHARGE 1d20
[] CRIMSON BULLRUSH 1d20
[] SMACK HIM 1d20
[] GRABand try to throw him 1d20
[] COMET BEAM 1d20
[] Write in

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>41486377
>[] SMACK HIM 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>41486377
>[] CRIMSON BULLRUSH 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41486377
>[] CRIMSON BULLRUSH 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41486377
>[] CRIMSON BULLRUSH 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41486377
>[] SMACK HIM 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>41486377
>[] CHARGE 1d20

I toss my staff to the ground and step on to it, crouching down as I hear more chains snap and break apart, and jangle down to the floor. I raise my foot and slam it back down onto the back end of my staff.

"COMET BULLRUSH" I shout, as the roar of my staff blasting a hole into the street drowns me out.

I fly forward, as my staff whines under my weight.

"Ah crap" Rasputin groans as I slam into him and force him to to ground with a loud thud and crack.

Before he kicks me off.

I land on my feet as he stands back up and beats his chest, before he runs towards me

What do I do?
[] head but 1d20
[] change modo
[] FLAME PUNCH 1d20
[] GRAPPLE 1d20
[] GRAB STAFF AND SWING 1d20
[] duck 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41486609
>[] GRAB STAFF AND SWING 1d20
use our staff training guys!

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41486609
>[] GRAB STAFF AND SWING 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>41486609
>[] GRAB STAFF AND SWING 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41486609
>[] duck 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41486609
>Ram the staff into the ground and use it to lift yourself and kick him in the chest

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41486609
>[] GRAB STAFF AND SWING 1d20

I reach down for my staff and grab it by the middle as Rasputin runs towards me, ice erupting behind him in great peaked pillars as he leaps into the air, holding his fists together as he falls towards me, not making a sound.

Just one more second!. I punch forward right as he lands in front of me, and before he can bring his fists down. His head twists around as the right end of my staff slams into his the crook just above his neck, cracks appear in him as he stumbles back, purple muck flowing off of his neck as he cracks jaw back into place.

"Now that is MORE LIKE IT!" He says as he throws his hood off, revealing a mouth filled with sharp fangs and tusks, and a head topped by three horns of ice jutting out of bloody hole in his head "COME, FIGHT ME LIKE THE ANIMAL YOU ARE"

HE slams his fist together, and ice juts out his knuckles as he swings at me again.

What do I do?
[] GORE 1d20
[] PUNCH 1d20
[] SWING 1d20
[] COMETBEAM, CLOSE RANGE 1d20
[] CRIMSON GEYSER 1d20
[] change modo
[] try and grab his hand 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41486794
>[] SWING 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41486794
>[] CHAIN WEB 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41486794
>[] CRIMSON PUNCH 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41486794
>[] CHAIN WEB 1d20

>>41486883
There it is! I was afraid we might be competent for once!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>41486794
[] SWING 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41486794
>[] SWING 1d20

>>41486933
Hey, we had a pretty good run sofar.

Maybe it gets better.

It probably gets worse.

I pivot around and swing my staff at his jaw, trying to push the weakspot I hope I created just now. Everything goes muffled as I hear then feel a thud on the side of my head, before I get hoisted into the air and tossed away.

I slam into the snow covered ground, and stand up coughing as I feel blood trickle down the side of my head.
I hold myself up with my staff and try to find Rasputin again as I start to feel a bit nauseous.

"CAR" Foolish shouts out loudly

"Huh?"I groan as I turn to see, that yes, there is in fact a car, flying towards me

What do I do?
[] CRIMSON HOMERUN 1d20
[] Toss it back 1d20
[]try to get out of the way 1d20
[] COMET BEAM 1d20
[] CRIMSON SCYTHE 1d20
[] Change modo
[] write in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41487079
>[] CRIMSON HOMERUN 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>41487079
>[] CRIMSON HOMERUN 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41487079
>[] CRIMSON HOMERUN 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41487079
[] CRIMSON HOMERUN 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41487079
>[]try to get out of the way 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41487079
>[] CRIMSON SCYTHE 1d20

>>41487079
>"CAR" Foolish shouts out loudly
I hope Foolish came back so fast because the others are so close by and not because he stopped looking.

Oh fuck, that's a car.

I pivot around, gripping my staff with both hands as I force as much fire magic as I can manage to cram in there as I shout "CRIMSON!!!!"

I swing back around, and slam my staff into the underside of the car, fire spreading to it as the metal buckles and it bounces back towards the fucker who threw it at me.

"HOMERUN!" I shout as it slams into him, causing him to stumble back, yelling in pain, before the metal tears like paper and I see him running towards me, his arms held to his side like something my sister used to watch.

His ratty starts to burn and blacken as he grabs two more cars.

What do I do?
[] CHARGE AND GORE 1d20
[] SMACK HIM 1d20
[] CRIMSON PUNCH 1d20
[] CRIMSON CHAIN NOOSE 1d20
[] CRIMSON GREATSWORD 1d20
[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20
[] CRIMSON INFERNO
[] write in

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41487246
>[] CRIMSON CHAIN NOOSE 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41487246
>[] CRIMSON CHAIN NOOSE 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41487246
>[] CRIMSON CHAIN NOOSE 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41487246
>[] CRIMSON CHAIN NOOSE 1d20
Makes the goring next round easier.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41487246
>[] CRIMSON CHAIN NOOSE 1d20

I calmly spin my staff back around as black smoke pours out of it.

"CRIMSON CHAIN" I shout as I give it a sharp tug as a chain shoots out of it and wraps around Rasputin's neck "NOOSE"

He gasp and drops his cars, clawing at his neck as he clenches his teeth and starts tearing bits of the chain off as he starts to sweat as the rest of his coat starts to burn.

He stops, and grabs the chain, smiling as he starts to try and pull my staff out of my hands.

What do I do?
[] BURN 1d20
[] TIGHTEN 1d20
[] CHARGE AND GORE 1d20
[] SWING HIM AND SMASH HIM AROUND 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41487463
>[] CHARGE AND GORE 1d20
>Pretend he managed to drag you in for a moment and then charge, for surpise factor

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41487463
>[] CHARGE AND GORE 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41487463
>[] BURN 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41487463
>[] SWING HIM AND SMASH HIM AROUND 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41487463
>[] CHARGE AND GORE 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41487463
>[] CHARGE AND GORE 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41487463
>[] SWING HIM AND SMASH HIM AROUND 1d20

I let go of my staff, well actually I just kind of toss it at him like a javelin, hitting him right under the horns. He stumbles back, clutching his head as he continues to burn. I crouch down and kick some snow up, before I bellow angrily and charge forward at him, my horns lowered at the perfect height to gore into his stomach.

There's a cracking sound as I slam into him, I feel the impact in my teeth as I manage to lift him up, feeling my neck twinge with pain as he coughs and sputters, before saying something in russian? don't know what language he's speaking really.

He starts pounding his fists on my head as he tries to squirm free

What do I do?
[] SLAM 1d20
[] TWIST 1d20
[]CRIMSON INFERNO 1d20
[] RUN IN THE STURDIEST THING I CAN FIND 1d20
[] RIIIIP HIM OFF 1d20
[] Throw him off 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>41487744
>[] RUN IN THE STURDIEST THING I CAN FIND 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41487744
>[] TWIST 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41487744
>[] SLAM 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41487744
>[] SLAM 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41487744
>[] TWIST 1d20
This is shaping up to be the most violent episode since the mole.

I raise my head up to slam him into the snow and frost covered street as hard as my neck will allow me. I manage to jolt him, no doubt threshing some of his organs as I do so, causing him to cough up black blood on me as he plants his booted foot on my face and kicks himself free of my horns.

I stumble back and stand up, crouching low to the ground as he clutches his stomach, as the blood freezes.

"TRAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA" He laughs as his eyes glow purple "OH THIS IS A FIGHT ISN'T IT MILK BEAAAAST? WHO WILL WIN? Will my queen get a new pet? Or will she lose a general and a two teams of girls? HMMM LETS SEEE SHALL WE, RAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

And with that he charges me, his coat now gone, revealing his heavily scared chest, that now has icicles jutting out of it.

What do I do?
[] Match him 1d20
[] CRIMSON PUNCh 1d20
[] GORE 1d20
[] DROP KICK 1d20
[] CRIMSON...CAR SLAM 1d20
[]write in

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41487977
>[] Match him 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>41487977
>[] CRIMSON...CAR SLAM 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41487977
>[] CRIMSON...CAR SLAM 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>41487977
>[] CRIMSON...CAR SLAM 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41487977
>[] Match him 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41487977
>[] CRIMSON...CAR SLAM 1d20

Ice shatters easily, I think to myself as I grab the nearest thing to me, a small car that looks like it's a piece of junk anyway, so whoever owns it probably isn't going to give a crap if i break it on this asshole's head.

"CRIMSON' I shout as the car catches on fire "CAR SMASH"
I spin back around as he gets close enough to me that I can see the hate and admiration burning in his eyes, right as I slam the front of the car into his head,
He stumbles back, and I swing the car again, catching him in the gut, sending him flying into another car, that's smashed under him as he stands up shakes his head, looking dazed for a second, before he slams his fists together and leaps towards me, ice bursting out of his arms in great jagged edges

What do I do?
[] Headbutt 1d20
[] PUNCH HIM IN THE STOMACH 1d20
[] dodge 1d20
[] Hit him with the car again 1d20
[] change modo
[] pull him down 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41488237
>[] pull him down 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41488237
>[] CHAIN WEB 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41488237
[] Hit him with the car again 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41488237
>[] Headbutt 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41488237
>[] PUNCH HIM IN THE STOMACH 1d20

>>41488284
What disability do you think the conductor will give us now to satisfy his fish?

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>41488237
>[] Hit him with the car again 1d20

>>41488338
My fish died years ago, bastard

>>41488338
I don't really know what kind of disabilities fish like.
Let alone what HMs fish is into, does he even have one? I thought he only had a cat.

>>41488338
how are you still around? And when did it switch from double 20's to a single 1?
And what do you have against fish? Are you spieciesist?

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>>41488338
>to satisfy his fish?

>>41488338
*fetish

I raise my staff, and smoke begins to pour out of it, but the giant mass of ice and muscle slams into me and begins pounding his fists into my skull like he's playing a drum. I fight through the daze of pain and possible concussions and manage to throw him off of me, and into a car.

I stand back up, watching blood drip from my lips and chin to the snow under me. I catch his fist but not the next one he throws, which sends me stumbling back a step as he grabs another car.
Again
with
the
fucking
CARS?!!!!

What do I do?
[] Gore him 1d20
[] Tackle him 1d20
[] choke him with my staff 1d20
[] CRIMSON GREATHAMMER 1d20
[] CRIMSON SWATHE 1d20
[] Sucker punch 1d20
[] write in

>>41488508
yeah. we understood that.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41488522
>[] choke him with my staff 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41488522
>[] choke him with my staff 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41488522
>[] CRIMSON SUCKER PUNCH 1d20

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>>41488390
Mr. Fesg!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41488522
>[] Tackle him 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41488522
>[] Gore him 1d20

>>41488587
Goddammit.

>>41488587
OH GOD MR. FEESH! MAH HEART!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41488522
>[] CRIMSON GREATHAMMER 1d20

>>41488711
I think this counts.

>>41488727
As far as I remember only if there was already a 20 in the batch.

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>>41488711

"Nooo" I growl as I stumble over to him, one hand over half of my face and the other gripped around my cold metal staff "Noooo more FUCKING CARS!?"

He turns as he starts to lift the car up with a groan of effort, I tackle into him, holding my staff over his neck. He swings his elbow at me, just missing my head as I grab the other end of my staff with my now blood covered hand.

I pull back with all my strength, hearing him gasp for air as he flails around, kick and managing to get one or two good hits to my sides as He squirms and tries to break free.
I start to loose my grip, and then I hear a thunder strike, and the urge to kill this bastard shoots back through my veins like a jolt of electricity.

I grit my teeth, and twist my staff sideways as hard as I can.

*Crack*

He falls to the ground limp. And stands back up, his head hanging on his shoulder like a dolls, he turns around, and roars at me, blood and spit flying into my face as he swings widely at me.

What do I do?
[] Grab it 1d20
[] Gore 1d20
[] CRIMSON PUNCH 1d20
[] TACKLE 1d20
[] Try to rip off a part of him 1d20
[] Cheap shot 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41488826
>[] Try to rip off a part of him 1d20
Man, this guy is as hard to kill as his namesake, we can be really glad we didn't try fighting him the first time.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41488826
[] Try to rip off a part of him 1d20

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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41488826
>[] Try to rip off a part of him 1d20
His head.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>41488826
>] Try to rip off a part of him 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41488826
>[] Try to rip off a part of him 1d20

>>41488881
Damn it.

>>41488881
So much for that.

I think I can end this If I can rip his head off, then again with his name, he might survive even that somehow. I reach forward and grab his head, and begin to pull.

He grabs my horns and forces my head down, introducing my face to his knee with a loud crack, I cover my mouth and stumble back words, spitting a gob of blood and spittle out. I smile and check to make sure i didn't lose any teeth, as Rasputin slowly walks towards me.

"Give into your inner nature" He growls "Give into the beaaaast"

What do I do?
[] Gore 1d20
[] CRIMSON PUNCH 1d20
[] SWING the staff at him 1d20
[] drop kick 1d20
[] WRESTLE 1d20
[] COMET BEAM TWIRL 1d20
[] GREAT FIRE BALL 1d20
[] Grab a car 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41489068
[] SWING the staff at him 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41489068
>[] SWING the staff at him 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41489068
>[] CRIMSON PUNCH 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41489068
>[] SWING the staff at him 1d20

>>41489080
>>41489098
huh wow
the rng has it in for us

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41489068
>[] Gore 1d20

>>41489080
>>41489098
Its about to hurt

>>41489127
>the rng has it in for us
To be fair we had a pretty strong run, hopefully he has taken enough of a beating that he can't do too much anymore.

>>41489080
>>41489098
I guess we just lost the staff

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>>41489080
>>41489098

>>41489080
>>41489098
I leave for one minute and this happened.

"Fuck you" I mumble as I take a step forward "I can beat your ass without it"

I swing at him with my staff, he grabs it, and bends it upwards, causing it to whine in pain as he slams his fist into my nose, before ripping my staff from my hands as I fall to me knees.

*CLANK*
He swings my staff like a baseball bat into the side of my head, sending me to the ground as blood flows down on my face, a copper scent, flowing into my mouth as I feel the cold and my heart beat.

He places his foot on my head and raises it up.

*THUD, THUD, THUD*
He kicks me away as I try to grasp onto the smallest wisp of a thought, but all I can think about is the smell of my own blood.

I turn my head, and see him grabbing another car.

I feel rage course through me.

What do I do?
[] Give into to instinct *Enter monster mode*
[] C..comet beam 1d20
[] Stand back up and try to gore him 1d20
[]Take a nap *Captured*
[] Crimson inferno
[] write in

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41489282
>[] Stand back up and try to gore him 1d20

>>41489282
[] Crimson inferno

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41489282
[] Stand back up and try to gore him 1d20
[] Crimson inferno

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>41489282
>[] Stand back up and try to gore him 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41489282
>[] Stand back up and try to gore him 1d20
>[] Crimson inferno
What the hell is foolish doing now?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41489282
>[] Stand back up and try to gore him 1d20

>>41489300
my hero

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41489282
>[] C..comet beam 1d20

>>41489300
Whats up with these dramatically appropriate dice?

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>>41489300

>>41489352
Well, foolish realized you wanted back up, so it's currently trying to get the attention of the massive battle going on else where

Also if he took one hit from Rasputin
He'd die

>>41489410
>Well, foolish realized you wanted back up, so it's currently trying to get the attention of the massive battle going on else where
I thought he was back again because after we told him to go a few updates later he warned us about the incoming car.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pu5kfeapEA

Such a good scent, smells so nice, and tasty. NO, I'm not a monster, I just can turn into one, I'm me, and I won't give into any urges that don't have to do with a nice warm bed or my girlfriend. I slam my fist into the ground, cracking it as I force myself up, fire pouring from my wounds for a brief second as I reasurt control over my thoughts and body.

"SO you can still stand?" Rasputin says as he crosses his arms "I must say I'm impressed, no wonder you able to so badly hurt my queen...You'll make A FINE SECOND IN COMMAND"

"Burn" I say slowly as I brush my hair out of the way "IN HELL, I'LL NEVER FALL TO ONE OF YOU!!"


I run forward, my arms hanging limply to my side as I charge into him with my horns and lift him up again, before I throw him off, blood flying and covering me and the snow.

He coughs, holding his stomach as He slowly gets back on his now shacking legs. He smiles, and renters a fighting stance as he sways back and forth.

What do I do?
[] Match him 1d20
[] CRIMSON PUNCH 1d20
[] Grab broken staff, beat him with it 1d20
[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20
[] GRAPPLE 1d20
[] write in

>>41489440
You asked him to find them, he did, since their battle was clearly visible from most of the city.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41489591
[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>41489591
>[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20
BURN!

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41489591
>[] Grab broken staff, beat him with it 1d20


>>41489591
>You asked him to find them
We also asked him to tell them whats going on, that was kind of the important part, but then again, Foolish is aptly named.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41489591
>[] Grab broken staff, beat him with it 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41489591
>[] Grab broken staff, beat him with it 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41489591
>[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20

>>41489648
Dammit.

>>41489624
>>41489628
You remember he was strong against magic, yes? Thats why we didn't use any the entire time.

>>41489648
I wished I had a reaction image to convey the complicated emotions I'm feeling right now.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41489591
>[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20

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>>41489648
>>41489675
I gotcha covered

>>41489648
you have rolled poorly, anon

>>41489648
At the least this fight is not getting boring, it has a solid set of ups and downs.
I just REALLY hope we don't fuck up the next batch.

I place my hands just above my groin and slowly take a deep breath as I raise them up, feeling a warmth slowly grow in my chest until

"GRuuaaah" I gasp as Rasputin slams his fist in my stomach, my dragon's breath reduced to a small gout of smoke.

I reach towards him and he begins slamming his knee into my stomach, as he holds my head in place with one hand, while the other tries smash my skull in.

I manage to grab his face and gouge one of his eyes with my thumb.

He keeps beating me as I continue to push his eye, until he gasps in pain and lets me go to stumble back a step and fall on my ass.

He clutches his now bleeding eye, and rips it out. He crushes it in his hand as I stand back up. He heaves heavily as I pant, trying to stay on my feet.

"The finale clash" He says holding a fist out "to the winner the spoils"

I smile.

"Finally you say something that doesn't make me angry" I say as I hold my fist out.

We take a step forward, and charge at each other screaming.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IjnoM5-mnw

What do I do?
[] COMET SWEEP 1d20
[] GREAT BULL PUNCH 1d20
[] MOUNTAIN CRACKER HEADBUTT 1d20
[]MAGE OF FIRE AND ICE 1d20
[] FALLING STAR 1d20
[] BURNING CHARGE 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41489868
>[] COMET SWEEP 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41489868
>[] COMET SWEEP 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41489868
>[] FALLING STAR 1d20
we have used this. once.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>41489868
>[]MAGE OF FIRE AND ICE 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41489868
>[] BURNING CHARGE 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41489868
[] COMET SWEEP 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41489868
>[] BURNING CHARGE 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41489868
[] MOUNTAIN CRACKER HEADBUTT 1d20

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>>41489591
>I won't give into any urges that don't have to do with a nice warm bed or my girlfriend.
>or

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>41489868
>[] MOUNTAIN CRACKER HEADBUTT 1d20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2XKyvxdbyc&index=1&list=FL2Y1raRocBkUzC2ATdQpuOg

An idea enters my muddled mind, as I swear I can hear trumpets and guitar rifts. He's running towards me, and he can barely stand as is, so his legs would be the weakest part of him right now, and if I can get him off of them, then he's dead, and if he can't, well I'm kind of done for.

I focus all of my fire magic into my feet and legs, catching them ablaze, but all I can't feel anything, besides the warmth around my hips.

Rasputin pulls his fist back, ready to punch my skull in.

I crouch down, holding myself up with my left hand as I sweep my legs into his.

"COMET SWEEP" I shout as I spring back up as he falls back, his eyes wide with surprise.

I pull my fist back, and step forward, plowing it into his face, slamming it into the snow covered street, making a small crater as his head cracks, and shatters.

He falls limp
and slowly fades away into a purple mist as I fall to my knees, panting as I hear the sounds of fighting in the distance.

I stare at the sky for a second and smile widely.

"I win" I mutter under my breath as I look forward to see an orb the size of my head, with three horns jutting out of it.
GENERAL SLAIN: Rasputin of the harsh winter.
What do I do?
[] use it
[] grab it
[] Join the others
[] write in

>>41490192
>[] use it
>[] Join the others
We can probably use a power-up to contribute as beaten up as we are.

>>41490192
[] grab it
[] Join the others
find Amanda! get her to heal us up.

>>414901
[X] grab it
wonder if we can get a wish to walk again.

>>41490192
>[] grab it
>[] Join the others

>>41490192
>[] grab it
>[] Join the others

>>41490192
>[] use it
>[] Join the others
>When Charlie is already there to use the orb, tell him to go ahead and tell the others we are on the way

>>41490224
[X] grab it
[X] Join the others

>>41490192
>[] use it
[] Join the others

>>41490192
>[] use it
>[] Join the others

>>41490192
[] use it

I reach for it, as it sits there content, even as the swirls of dark purple fog form a broken body, or seem to, it's kind of hard to tell with how many times he hit me in the head.

I grab it by the horns, and lift it as I force myself to stand again, my tail swishing back and forth around my back as my breath rises up from my mouth and vanishes into the air in front of me.

I need, to make sure the others are okay. I stumble a bit as I start to walk down the streets, the snow turning to slush as I walk. Thankfully, no one's out, but who would be when everything flash froze, and that's not even mentioning what has to be going on with the others.

I keep walking, wincing every second step as I wipe my face, and feel the stickiness of blood. I huff and keep walking, getting to the real party soon enough.

Chaos is the only word I could use to describe it, Jaime was stomping around, trying to get at least four girls off of her as Skeletons of all sizes fought tooth and nail with a host of fairies. Delia seemed to be having some kind of music fight with a girl playing drums in front of a store.
Golden fortune seemed to be in a mexican stand off between a girl in swat gear and girl dressed up like old timey british soldier.

Grey ghost had pinned a girl in a miko? outfit to a wall with foggy nails, leaving her trashing about as her mind no doubt tried to understand why those non existent nails weren't killing her.

Clock work lance, had lost her lance and was beating a girl dressed like a knight on the ground, who was slamming her hammer into her head.

Soul shield was hiding behind her walls, as two girls shouted and jiped at her.

A girl, wearing only a bear's fur sports me and runs towards me, only to fall to the ground as I hear a familar voice shout out as a dark purple spiral slams into her back.

"DUSK SPIRAL"

I turn and see Maroon dominatrix whipping a girl on the ground, who seemed to be enjoying herself judging from the noises she was making.

cont

>>41490697
And then I hear the howl, followed by two more as lighting strikes something on a roof, a girl falling from it, as it does. I hear Charlotte laugh from somewhere above me

A side of a building sloughs off, Charlotte running down it as as a girl holding an axe bigger than she is.

And then the last Charlotte falls in front of me, peppered with arrows as she sees me, smiles weakly, and fades away into a puddle of water.

The charlotte running stumbles, and screams in pain, as the girl who got knocked off the building groans.

*BOOM*
the yellow charlotte reapears in an explosion, grabbing the green one, as she fades away in spark, Charlotte once again standing yellow and emerald, with a few thin stripes of blue.

What do I do?
[] COMET BEAM SPIN 1d20
[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20
[] Whistle sharply
[] change modo
[] use an item
[] write in

>>41490838
[] Whistle sharply
[] change modo
flying
[] use an item
scarf

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41490838
[] COMET BEAM SPIN 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>41490838
>[] Whistle sharply
>[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>41490838
>[] COMET BEAM SPIN 1d20
>[] Whistle sharply

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41490838
>[] Whistle sharply
>[] DRAGON'S BREATH 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41490838
>[] change modo
>comet
>[] use an item
>scarf
>[] COMET BEAM SPIN 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41490838
>[] change modo
plant
>[] Whistle sharply
>[] COMET BEAM SPIN 1d20

>>41490838
>>41490871
adding
>[] change modo: comet mode

>>41490878
Adding
>[] change modo
flying
>scarf

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41490838
>[] COMET BEAM SPIN 1d20

Charlotte spins around and locks her three sabers with the axe larger than she is as the girl swings down at her, looking surprised at how willing Charlotte was to get her face that close to the blade of her weapon.

I smile and close my eyes, feeling most of the weight on my shoulders ease away as it gets a bit hard to stand, I hold my hand out, and my staff reform in it, out of red mist, looking good as new.

I wrap my scarf around my neck quickly, pulling it from around my waist, my view expanding to see a girl dressed like robin hood crouching down on a building, aiming for Charlotte.

I whistle sharply and she turns towards me.

I slam my staff into the ground, my locker shouting loud enough to get everyone elses attentions, even the skeletons.

"FLYING COMET MODE ACTIVATED" it shouts as my armor shifts around and my wings of flames roar to life.

The girl mouths something as her eyes go wide, she notches another arrow, and I calmly point my staff at her, as a dark red light gathers at the end of it, and spins around making a ball,

She starts to run.

"COMET BEAM" I shout as the beam roars out tearing and burning away parts of the building as the girl leaps from it "SPIN"

I begin to wildly spin my staff around, hitting the robin girl as she tries to run, throwing her to to ground, most of her clothes gone.

the top of the building falls just as Jamie stumbles into it, and all the rubble falling around the place now, distracts the two girls in a shoot out with golden long enough for her to lash one and knee cap the other with coins.

Charlotte laughs loudly.

As the robin girl stands up, tries to notch and arrow, and notices her bow is broken in half, groans, grabs an arrow, and runs towards me screaming

What do I do?
[] glare at her
[] Smash her upside the head with Rasputin 1d20
[] ignore her
[] Dragon's breath 1d20
[] trip her 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41491218
>[] glare at her
>[] Smash her upside the head with Rasputin 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41491218
[] glare at her
[] Smash her upside the head with Rasputin 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41491218

[] Dragon's breath 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>41491218
>[] trip her 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41491218
>[] Dragon's breath 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>41491218
>[] glare at her
>[] Dragon's breath 1d20

>>41491253
Of course, we survive the fight with the Chaos General just to get shived by some random bitch.

I take a deep breath only to gasp and starting laughing as she stabs her arrow into my legs, smiling smugly, until she notices I'm laughing, she twists it around as I continue staring at her. She slowly pulls it out and stabs it into the other one.

She looks up at me, looking pretty damned confused.

"Uuuh" She says nervously "this is the part where you scream in pain"

"Is it now?"I ask glaring at her as I tilt my head ans smile widely, oh I just couldn't resist fucking with her like this.

She nods unsurely as she keeps holding onto her arrow. Her hand glows green

What do I do?
[] CRIMSON or BLUE STREAM 1d20
[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20
[] CRIMSON LASH 1d20
[] Smack her 1d20
[]Kick her 1d20
[] Headbutt 1d20
[] fly up
[]write in

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>41491433
>[] fly up
>[] CRIMSON LASH 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41491433
>[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41491433
>[] CRIMSON LASH 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41491433
>[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20
>[] fly up
Looks like another one asking for a little trip skyward.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41491433
[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20
[] fly up

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>41491433
>[] CHAIN JACKET 1d20
>[] fly up

I grab her hand, she doesn't put up much of a fight, because even in her chaos addled state, I'm pretty sure she's made a very bad mistake.

I continue smiling a very fake smile, she killed a third of Charlotte, and I can't just let her get away with that. Black smoke creeps from my palm down her arm, forming chains that quickly wrap around her.

"CHAIN JACKET" I shout as I leap into the air and take off, dragging her with me by the chain coming out of my palm, the chains wrapping around her as she screams and cries.

I swoop down and smile as she cries and blubbers. I put her on the ground and she curls up into a ball, covering her head, as she mummers and whimpers.

I frown, I feel kind of bad for her.

I turn back around, oh right, there's still alot of fighting to do.

Robin of green defeated

Who do I help
[] Charlotte vs Shattering axe
[] Jamie vs Hope ray, Cat smiles, Copper cannoneer and Whirlpool Waltz
[] Delia vs Dancing drummer
[] skeletons vs faries
[] soul shield vs Bristled buccaneer and Silver spear
[] Golden fortune vs Black force and Red soldier
[] Maroon dominatrix vs "pet" *lose purity*

>>41491716
>[] Jamie vs Hope ray, Cat smiles, Copper cannoneer and Whirlpool Waltz
Are Bel and Amanda out or are they just not ina specific engagement?

>>41491716
>[] Maroon dominatrix vs "pet" *lose purity*
I know it won't win.

>>41491716
>[] Charlotte vs Shattering axe
It seems best to either free up Charlotte quick so she can help other fights too, or to go help jamie, but it would keep us in a pretty prolonged fight I imagine.

>>41491757
Bel is currently in the air commanding the skele bros against Fairy Lily
Amanda just took out Barbaric bear, also known as dumb bitch who charged you when you arrived

>>41491716
>[] Jamie vs Hope ray, Cat smiles, Copper cannoneer and Whirlpool Waltz

>>41491716
>[] Jamie vs Hope ray, Cat smiles, Copper cannoneer and Whirlpool Waltz

>>41491716
>[] Charlotte vs Shattering axe

>>41491716
[] Jamie vs Hope ray, Cat smiles, Copper cannoneer and Whirlpool Waltz


>>41491757
bel likely called up the skellies.

>>41491834
>bel likely called up the skellies.
Yeah that much was clear to me, but I thought if she were directly in that fight it would be Bel+Skellies vs. X+fairies

>>41491716
>[] Maroon dominatrix vs "pet" *lose purity*

"GODAMMIT GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!?" Jamie shouts as she tries to pull to one of the girls attacking her from her back off of her...why didn't I think about that when I was fighting her.

I turn back to Charlotte and see her shock the girl she's fighting, before twirling around one of her axe swings, she waves at me, and I wave back. Okay, now can't get distracted, need to save my giant friend before she falls on someone.

I beat my wings, and leave the cowering girl to cower as I soar through the sky towards the flailing around giantess, who looks like she's about to cry in frustration and...is that foolish sitting on her head? I didn't recognize her...him...er forget it, looking human, like a second younger sister of mine

Okay now I really need to save her.

I land on her shoulder, holding my visor in place as I try to keep my balance as I look down, as one of the girl points a fucking cannon at me.

what do I do?
[] CRIMSON HOME RUN 1d20
[] CRIMSON or blue STREAM 1d20
[] CHAIN WEB 1d20
[] CRIMSON GREAT SWORD 1d20
[] CRIMSON or BLUE CHAIN TRIPWIRE 1d20
[] CRIMSON or BLUE SCYTHE 1d20
[] CRIMSON RAIN 1d20
[] change modo
[] write in

>>41491990
>[] CHAIN WEB 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41491990
>[] CRIMSON RAIN 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41491990
[] CRIMSON HOME RUN 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41491990
>[] CRIMSON RAIN 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>41491990
>[] CRIMSON RAIN 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>41491990
>>41492013

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>41491990
>[] CRIMSON HOME RUN 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41491990
>[] CRIMSON RAIN 1d20

>>41492082
>>41492057
>>41492057
Why would you use a physical melee attack, on a unstable ground, when someone is aiming a gun at us from distance.
Instead of just using magic?

I hold my staff high in the air.

"CRIMSON' I shout as the girl bellow me shoves her cannon forward

"COPPER" she shouts coldly

"RAIN" I shout as I slip and begin to fall down Jamie's back as a rain of fire begins to fall around me.

"BALL" the girl shouts as a ball of metallic light slams into my chest, sending me falling down even father down Jamie's back as she shrieks in surprise and starts thrashing around as she and her unwanted passengers get pelted with fire.

What do I do ?
[] fall
[] grab onto Jamie 1d20
[] Grab onto one of the girls 1d20
[] fly away
[] write in

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41492180
>[] Grab onto one of the girls 1d20
>[] fly away

>>41492180
>[] fly away

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41492180
>[] Grab onto one of the girls 1d20
>[] fly away

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>41492180
[] Grab onto one of the girls 1d20
[] fly away

>>41492180
>[] fly away

>>41492180
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw0sAKVaB0w

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41492180
>[] Grab onto one of the girls 1d20
>[] fly away