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___Azure Devil soared through the air, a majestic falcon flying over the plebians incapable of experiencing the immense freedom and mobility enjoyed by Force users. The spotlights above bathed them in a grossly incandescent glow, their shadow cast upon all those below them. Indeed, there was no more exquisite moment than this, when you were in the centre of the stage, and the game's balance hung on your action or inaction. Azure Devil led the charge, and their initiative rewarded them!
___It rewarded them with a faceful of plasteel. The Rock (@The Good Doctor) was a bantha hair away from seizing the ball, only to be thrown off-trajectory from Clove's (@LilyNion) timely interception! However, despite being unable to wrest control of the ball from the tiefling immediately, he still succeeded in stopping them from performing their leap through the air by grabbing onto their foot before they could complete their jump. What was more, Azure Devil (@René) lost control of the ball! It tumbled from their grasp and sluggishly rolled away, but it would be odd if it didn't. It was a ball, and balls rolled, but it was made by slugs, and slugs slugged. Everything was in balance.
___"Azure Devil loses control of the ball!" Trex announced.
___"I wonder what Plasteel tastes like," Dex chuckled, shoving another grimy handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Certainly not better than this popcorn."
___However, this particular round of Huttball doled out karmic retribution like bowls of soup at a community potluck, and this time, it filled a bowl to the brim for the next in line, Hell on Heels. After all, her name was Hell on Heels, so why did her footwear look more like platforms? Unlike the sluggishly rolling Huttball, this was not in balance, and the universe had to correct this most egregious lapse.
___Blaster's (@JoeWing) steady, careful aim paid off in spades. This time, he knew to account for the slight bend in the barrel of his malformed armament. The shot from his blaster, crooked though it was, struck true. Whether caused by another unknown defect in the weapon or the man's aim simply being that on-point, the bolt struck Hell on Heels's stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of her and knock her prone. It completely ate through her Huttball attire and struck her core, leaving her with a nasty, debilitating burn on top of being breathless and on her back.
___"Ouch!" Trex called out, the entire audience collectively recoiling in their seats from the meaty impact of the blaster bolt. Grimaces were found on every spectator's face, although that didn't stop the majority from cheering at the spectacle of brutality.
___"You hate to see a previous winner get knocked out like that," Dex lamented, though the sincerity of his statement was tenuous at best.
___"I DON'T," Dabba interjected. "I wasn't looking! Do it again!" he demanded even though he was, indeed, looking.
___"Things are looking dour for Team Beekmonkey," Trex stated. "They're now down two members, leaving Azure Devil alone! Can they turn it around for their team, or is Team Gutterguppy going to snatch the first point of the game?!"
Hell on Heels is KO'd!
___It rewarded them with a faceful of plasteel. The Rock (@The Good Doctor) was a bantha hair away from seizing the ball, only to be thrown off-trajectory from Clove's (@LilyNion) timely interception! However, despite being unable to wrest control of the ball from the tiefling immediately, he still succeeded in stopping them from performing their leap through the air by grabbing onto their foot before they could complete their jump. What was more, Azure Devil (@René) lost control of the ball! It tumbled from their grasp and sluggishly rolled away, but it would be odd if it didn't. It was a ball, and balls rolled, but it was made by slugs, and slugs slugged. Everything was in balance.
___"Azure Devil loses control of the ball!" Trex announced.
___"I wonder what Plasteel tastes like," Dex chuckled, shoving another grimy handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Certainly not better than this popcorn."
___However, this particular round of Huttball doled out karmic retribution like bowls of soup at a community potluck, and this time, it filled a bowl to the brim for the next in line, Hell on Heels. After all, her name was Hell on Heels, so why did her footwear look more like platforms? Unlike the sluggishly rolling Huttball, this was not in balance, and the universe had to correct this most egregious lapse.
___Blaster's (@JoeWing) steady, careful aim paid off in spades. This time, he knew to account for the slight bend in the barrel of his malformed armament. The shot from his blaster, crooked though it was, struck true. Whether caused by another unknown defect in the weapon or the man's aim simply being that on-point, the bolt struck Hell on Heels's stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of her and knock her prone. It completely ate through her Huttball attire and struck her core, leaving her with a nasty, debilitating burn on top of being breathless and on her back.
___"Ouch!" Trex called out, the entire audience collectively recoiling in their seats from the meaty impact of the blaster bolt. Grimaces were found on every spectator's face, although that didn't stop the majority from cheering at the spectacle of brutality.
___"You hate to see a previous winner get knocked out like that," Dex lamented, though the sincerity of his statement was tenuous at best.
___"I DON'T," Dabba interjected. "I wasn't looking! Do it again!" he demanded even though he was, indeed, looking.
___"Things are looking dour for Team Beekmonkey," Trex stated. "They're now down two members, leaving Azure Devil alone! Can they turn it around for their team, or is Team Gutterguppy going to snatch the first point of the game?!"
Hell on Heels is KO'd!
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