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[u]Doctor_Buttz[/u]
LVL: 10 (+2 exp)
[color=ed145b]HP: 29/32[/color]
[color=6ecff6]MP: 35/50[/color]
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[u]G3O_VAN[/u]
LVL: 5 (+10 XP)
[color=ed145b]HP: 18/25[/color]
[color=6ecff6]MP: 8/10[/color]
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This bandit was more skilled than the rest, yet as he whipped around to swipe at his foe his blade only met the shaft of his foe’s significantly larger weapon. His artificial intelligence had reacted with shocking speed and adaptability thus far, but nothing could have prepared it for the impressive maneuver made by the Kinara warrior. His attack was countered immediately by a swift kick to the face, sending him reeling backwards off balance.

[b]Beggar bandit brute took 3 damage![/b]

The action must have come to Geo significantly easier than it would have in reality. With a light frame and bird-like appendages, they lifted off the ground with great ease. Buttz looked on in amazement as he made his way to his ally. Watching a Warrior battle was dazzling, a spectacle that almost made them want to pause and simply watch. G30, particularly, was a whirling durvish. They had shown time and time again that not only did they have what it took to win, but they were doing it with flashy moves purely for the fun of it.

Buttz only remembered that they, too, were members of this fighting band when the bandit started stumbling back. They saw an opportunity and took it, rushing forward and then sliding into a low kick like a soccer player. Their legs slide right behind the brute, tripping the foe as they did. 

[b]Beggar Bandit Brute took 1 damage![/b]

The bandit seemed dazed by the move, falling to their side hard and staying there for a moment. The damage they had sustained so far was quickly adding up. Not entirely out of the fight, but certainly feeling the accumulated damage. A massive welt was already forming over their eye from the kick, and now a thin scrape covered the cheek on the other side. The wound at their side was still dripping blood.  Doc, on the other hand, knew they needed to move, and fast. They were directly in the way of the armed soldier they had brought with them, and scrambled like wild animals on their hands and knees to get away from the melee. 
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