Wardove's Rumble in the Jungle

Game Master Laithoron

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Mal's swing nearly knocks the lighter man to the ground. He recovers his balance and stays on his toes shaking his head. "OK. Arright, I feel ya. Professional solja boy over here."

Derrek jukes trying to throw off Andre's guard, but he telegraphs it so badly that he nearly falls on his face when the bigger man easily pivots out of the way.

Next Up: Mal, Derrek

Rolls:
D Bluff 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
M SM 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
punch 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 - 1 = 6 power attack


"Knock his ass out, Andre!"


Mal, taking advantage of the man's mis-step, turns his own pivot into a massive back-fist delivered towards his temple.

"Keep on jawing twinkle-toes."

Oh, how I wish my fists were slashing damage... cause my keen amulets dont work on fists!
Unarmed 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 - 2 = 27; Power Attack.
-- damage 1d3 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 4 = 11; power attack.


Lureene stands up and cheers loudly, ”YEAH, you show him hun!” After waving at him, and blowing a kiss in his general direction, she turns to Sasha, and remarks, ”Isn’t he something!”


Also, just to be clear... all my damage is non-lethal. Ya know, without the appropriate feat and all.


Without wasting any motion, Mal's backhand cracks Derrek across the temple and the obnoxious sailor is out before he hits the deck!

A roar of cheers go up from everyone, and Gelik announces, "And the winner of our first bout is AAAn-dreeee! Alright, who's going to be our next challenger?"

Yep, all damage is non-lethal in this.


"Ooh! I wanna fight, I wanna fight!" Sasha jumps up enthusiastically, waving her hand in the air to get Gelik's attention.


The gnome hesitates for a moment, clearly uncertain about what to make of this development when another woman's voice calls out in answer. "Hey Sash', how about you try picking on someone your own size!"

The first mate looks about to protest, but the black-haired half-elf flashes him an eager smile and he just shrugs his shoulders, helpless.


Gelik looks somewhat nervously at Lisa as all the men on board hoot and holler in excitement. The older woman however merely shrugs her shoulders and shouts out, "Alright boys, ante-up, this is sure to be a wild fight. Sasha 'the snake' Nevah up against Aerys 'the bruiser' Mavato!"

Once the two have gotten their hands taped-up, Alis admonishes them, "Alright ladies, same rules as the guys but no hair-pulling. It's just not dignified. And GO!"

With that, she rings the bell and the two beauties drop into their stances, Sasha's fluid like a snake, Aerys' solid.

Rolls:
Initiative Rolls
A 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
S 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Next Up: Sasha, Aerys
Theme: Street Fighter: Scala Rose


For nearly a minute the two circle each other in the center of the deck before Sasha slides in, wrapping her arms and legs around the stronger woman in an attempt to keep her fists contained.

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20


With a grunt of surprise, Aerys tries to escape Sasha's grasp but is unable to do so.

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15


Putting her knees into the back of Aerys', Sasha drops the half-elf to the deck, arms and legs binding her into a secure pin!

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 5 = 28 advantage


"Shake her off 'Rys, you can take her!"


"Geeet OFF!" With a groan of extreme effort, somehow Aerys manages to free herself and roll onto Sasha's back!

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26


"Oh wow, nice move!" Sasha says, clearly impressed.

With seemingly little effort, she squirms her way out from under Aerys and reverses the hold yet again!

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21


Mr. Devers grits he teeth, hands balled into fists at the turn about. "Throw her an elbow!"

Face contorted in concentration, Aerys does just that and cracks Sasha in the side with a sharp elbow.

Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 1 = 16 power attack
dmg 1d3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6


Mal wanders over to where his opponent is reviving himself and claps him on the back. "Thanks for the practice. The first pint when we hit land is on me."

He then wanders over by where Lureene is watching the fight, "Well, this is strange. I hear you usually have to pay good money to watch women wrestle."

He then whispers, "It's good to see what people are capable of in these situations, too."


Lureene leans in close, and whispers in Mal's ear in response, "I agree, I just hope Sasha does not lose control of herself here."


"UUGH! Oh yeah?" With that, Sasha plants a knee in the center of Aerys' back, fingers locked under her chin and leans back hard eliciting a pained grunt from the brawler.

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 5 = 33 advantage
crit? 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 5 = 14 no
dmg 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4


Rather than trying to break free, Aerys swing her hands above her head clocking Sasha hard in the temple!

Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 1 = 20 power attack
dmg 1d3 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7


"Oh damn man," Derrek says, looking up to see Ishirou scowling down at him, "Yeah Ah'll take ya up on a beer. Sheeet thought a boom broke lose an' hit me!"

When Ishirou helps him to his feet, he gawks at the two babes struggling on the deck and gives a long slow whistle. "Not that is the sh1t!"


"Son of a–" Sense reeling from the hit she just took, Sasha's hold gets broken and she falls off Aerys' back. She quickly rolls away just narrowly avoiding a kick aimed at her thigh and gets to her feet.

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 5 = 17
Acrobatics 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21


Not wasting a moment, Aerys' pounces but her foot slips on sweat left on the deck and her attack falls short.

Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 1 = 9 power attack


"Oopsie!" Taking advantage of the sailor's misstep, Sasha pivots inside Aerys' punch. Wrapping her arms inside the other woman's she gives a twist and slams her to the deck with a loud *BANG*!

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
crit? 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 yes
dmg 2d3 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4


Alton winces at the impact and spreads his arms to push some of the men out of the way that are getting too close, their lusty howls nearly deafening.

Rocked by the wind knocked from her lungs, Aerys tries to pound Sasha on the back but can't get good leverage from where she is.

Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 - 1 = 8


Although she tries to capitalize on the situation, Sasha's attempt to pin Aerys falls short. "Damn, would you give up already, these guys are starting to get obnoxious!"

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 5 = 18 advantage


"Ha!" she laughs, breaking free and reversing the hold, "Ladies first!"

Improved Grapple 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 power attack, grappled


Mal watches the Aerys girl fight, his eyes becoming appreciative.

Training be damned… the girl succeeds through sheer grit and determination…


Lureene watches the fight in interest as well. Although she likes Sasha a lot, she is secretly rooting for Aerys, as Sasha needs to be shown up a little, she feels.

"Go, Sash! Don't let her do that to you!"


Sarah watches the bouts with a sour look. She considers how many medical calls she will have to make after the day's 'festivities' are over. But, if she were to be honest, she is slightly vested in seeing Aerys beat the tar out of Sasha.


"Aaaah!" Sasha squeals as Aerys' gets the better of her, "Aww the deck's all sticky!"

Saving her breath, Aerys holds Sasha down with one hand and bounces her head off the deck with the other. Although the blow clearly hurts, leaving a knot on her forehead, Sasha doesn't cry out but instead worms her way free grabbing Aerys and putting the hurt on her in turn.

Rolls:
S Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
A Improved Grapple 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 5 = 32 grappled, advantage
dmg 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
S IG1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
A IG 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
S IG 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 5 = 20
dmg 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
A IG 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
S 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 5 = 16
dmg 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
A IG 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
S 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 5 = 32
dmg 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
A IG 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
S 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 5 = 15


For nearly half a minute, Sasha keeps Aerys in a painful arm-bar but the half-elf refuses to give up the fight. At long last, Sasha's grip slips giving the other woman a chance to finally move. Spinning on the deck, delivers a knee to her opponent that forces the breath from her.

However, the red-head is just as tenacious and once again springs a superior grapple on her. Her success is short-lived however as the stronger woman swiftly reverses the hold. When Sasha proves unable to break free, Aerys locks a wiry arm under her jaw, pressing her head forward to restrict her breathing.

After a few more moments of futile struggling, Sasha finally goes limp in Aerys' arms and the black-haired woman breathes a sigh of relief. Although she's shaky and her limbs are heavy from their match, the sailor struggles back to her feet and throws her hands up in the air defiantly giving a loud whoop of victory!

When Sasha finally groans and comes to, Aerys extends her a hand and pulls her rival back to her feet.

"Sh1t Sash'," she says, still breathing hard, "if even half the guys on this ship fought as well as you, we'd have to consider starting ourselves a merchant marine outfit!"

Rolls:
Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 1 = 20 power attack
dmg 1d3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7
S IG 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
A IG 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
S IG 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
A IG 1d20 + 7 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 5 = 25 advantage
dmg 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
S IG 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
A IG 1d20 + 7 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 5 = 19 advantage
dmg 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4


Aerys' taunt garners an equal number of laughs and growls from the men, but Alton just gives a broad grin and raises her arm up in the air as Gelik shouts, "And the winner by choke-out is Ms. Mavato!"


"Ellie? Tell Aerys that she hits like a guy, there's two of her."

With that, the red-head sits down next to Lureene and leans her head on her shoulder coughing from time to time and rubbing her throat.


Once he's sure that Sasha will be alright and he gives Aerys a squeeze and a kiss, Alton thumps Mal on the arm. "Hey, wouldn't be right to let the ladies do all the fighting. That guy wasn't even enough for you to break a sweat. Want to go another round, Andre?"


Mal grins at the First Mate. I'm really beginning to like this guy.

Nodding, he stands up, "Sounds good."


As Aerys finishes wrapping Alton's fists, she calls out, "Hey, don't go gettin' any bruises that I wouldn't give you now, ok? And keep all those pretty teeth in your head too."

With that, she gives him a kiss and a slap on the ass. Stealing a glance up at Sarah, she gives her healer friend a gingerly smile and manages a laugh.


Lureene takes Sasha's shoulders in her hands and starts massaging the kinks out of her body. "That was one hell of a show, Sash! Here let get those kinks out of you..."

She giggles, "I used to do this for Andre after his workouts, and I find this technique works best..."


Mal frowns at the display between the former lush and the First Mate, "Wait a minute… what's that about?"


The first mate pretends to hop in surprise at the slap and says in a low, throaty voice, "Aye, aye, Cap'n..."

To Andre he says, "Dunno. Storms happen then the Sun comes out, right?"

Nodding to his opponent, Alton bumps fists with Andre before you each take your places. When Gelik rings the bell, each man is equally quick to get ready with neither having the clear beat on the other. (Tied init, no one is flat-footed.)

Rolls:
Initiative Rolls
M 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Alton 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Next Up: Mal, Alton
Theme: Street Fighter: Guile


Mal is still scratching his head when the bell rings, and while he gets the first shot off, it's far from a solid punch.

still with the unarmed notice - as in Mal's not trained in it.
Unarmed 1d20 + 10 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 2 - 4 = 10; power attack, non-proficiency.
-- damage 1d3 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 4 = 13.
Here's to hoping he has crap AC!


Sasha relaxes under Lureene's touch, "Aww, well thanks. Thought I had her there for a minute but she's tough! Hey, think your momma would mind if we borrowed her tub again? I could use a good soak..."


Alton narrowly dodges Mal's straight punch and responds with a hook to the side of his head.

Improved Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 1 = 17 power attack
dmg 1d3 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 3 = 10 power attack
M hp: 40 + 4 - 10 = 34/51 correction

Next Up: Mal, Alton


Mal shakes his head to clear it, then tries to drive his knee up into the man, testing his defenses more than really trying to hit hard.

Unarmed 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 4 = 13; non-proficient.
-- damage 1d3 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9.


Alton tries to hop back but lessens the force of the blow only a little.

Already off-balance, he takes advantage of the potential and drives his fist into Mal's midsection just barely missing the burly soldier's solar plexus.

Improved Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 1 = 24
dmg 1d3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
M hp: 34 - 9 = 25/51

Next Up: Mal, Alton


Mal - winded from the sailor's powerful blows - digs deep, trying to take the wind out of his sails.

See what I did thar?

Unarmed 1d20 + 10 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 4 - 2 = 17, nonproficient, power attack.
-- damage 1d3 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 4 = 12 power attack.


Once again, the two powerful men trade blows, like a couple of bears fighting over a stream! Seeing Mal aim a crushing blow at him, Alton responds as quickly as if Mal were attacking an armed man but his jab falls short.

Taking the hit solidly, Alton grunts from the impact, but gives back almost as good as he gets ramming a crushing elbow into Andre's sternum. Although your first is turning out to be far less athletic than Aerys and Sasha's, the men around you wince and groan with each impact. You're both starting to look fairly beat now!

AoO 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 - 1 = 11 power attack
Improved Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 1 = 23 power attack
1d3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9 power attack
M hp: 25 - 9 = 16/51

Next Up: Mal, Alton


From the sidelines, Ishirou grumbles eying both men and shaking his head. When Alton finally starts to take things a bit more seriously his slanted eyes narrow and he gives a grudging nod of approval.


Mal, feeling his breath getting ragged, tries to change things up, quickly faking another blow and trying to duck under the defenses to grab the man around the midsection.

Grapple (again, not trained) 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28


"C'mon, sweetie, don't let that meanie sailor push you around like that!" Ellie exclaims while standing up, waving at her 'husband'. For good measure, she blows him a kiss, before returning to her ministrations of Sasha.

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