Coming over the hill he had used as cover, he spotted a student in the Golden Deer attire. Surveying his surroundings quickly so that he wouldn't be taken by surprise to his flank, he conjures up a spell of heat and flames, dancing in the air as it shot forward. [D20: rolled 17, critical hit.]
She tore a piece of bread off the roll in her hand. Battles were exciting and all, but who was the genius who decided to host a school wide event before they’d even eaten breakfast?
That was unfair. The students had indeed eaten on their march to the field. Garreg Mach’s army rations tasted so much better than the gruel she’d been forced to eat back in Daein. Still, the apples and cheese left much to be desired.
A bright ball of fire appears in the corner of her eye, just atop the hill to her right. Oh, right, the battle!
[Roll: 13! Current HP: 1]
Ilyana sidesteps the roaring flames just in time. Stuffing the rest of the roll in her mouth, she opens up the tome clutched in her free hand and unleashes a thunder spell at the white haired mage. Honestly, people should know better than to interrupt a girl while she’s eating!
[Roll: 9; hit lands!]
hungrymage:
The boy grunts as her strike connects. From her place among the shrubbery, she catches brief flashes of him flying backward. She can’t help but feel slightly vindicated in her retaliation.
Stomach rumbles loudly again and she begins to feel a little faint. Fingers fumble for her pouch during the time he takes to recover, unearthing another bread roll. It’s slightly squashed but still edible. Ilyana savors the sustenance, keeping one eye on her opponent.
Fire begins to explode around her hiding place. Ugh, every time…
[Dodge roll: 9!]
With a sigh, she runs a few more feet away, past the burning leaves. Mouth full, she doesn’t bother with a retort. Let her magic speak for her. With a flick of her wrists, she unleashes another jolt of thunder.
[Attack roll: 13!]
[HP: 1/1]
due to the adrenaline, he hadn’t realized that his leg had also been slammed from the fall into the side of the hill and pain now jolted up through his calf. her prior earth-shattering thunder strike had effectively staggered boey. the statics rolled over his body as it simmered down and he went to take a step.
Dodge roll: 9, fail ! (HP: 0/2 )
too slow to move away quickly enough, he was once again at the eye center of a storm. pain shot to his foot and he winced, taking on another bolt head-on. his heart stopped for a split second from the harsh vibrations rattling all through his body, then his vision blurs.
“aagghh! ugh.... i’m sorry, mae... i’ll have to...” retreat and leave it up to you, were his last thoughts right before his vision blacked out for a few seconds, his body crashing down to the ground in an undignified manner.
ROUND ONE: BOEY — LOSE














