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PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259343, BD: 5 | Dealing [x4 ST-I] * 1 = 4 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 200 EXP WC: 156 Haze | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259342, BD: 10 | Dealing [x4 ST-I] * 1 = 4 DMG -> 5 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 1000 EXP WC: 156 Izanami | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

As a bolt clatters to the rings floor, the fight was in her court. A deft jump into a curl, she spirals in a ball into the ring and flings open for the landing. Gracefully she waves as her arms flare open to stable her. "Sup?" HUSH chirps to the goblin king, who probably recognized her from yesterday's try. Her hands spin and in the palm of her hands in a silverish purple flash her hand scythe appear. They bloom with faint light, and with a twist one flies in a spiraling toss. Like a spinning razor it grinds, as HUSH bounds into the air and drags the other straight down in a one to punch. The

PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259340, BD: 5 | Dealing [x11 ST-II] * 6 = 66 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 200 EXP WC: 195 Ecstasy | HP: 60/60 | EN: 24/24 | DMG: 6

A crack of his knuckles with his morning training making his chiseled body gorged and primed to strike. A hop over the ropes, he tightens the bands around his hands and feet to form fit them. His right hand forms a fist and is jabbed into his left palm in front of his chest. Pressing his arms into his sternum, he folds in half and presents his hands in a formal bow. A rip of his right fist back to his waist, it burns bright in orange gold like a held sun. His other hand has that light fill up and coat the bottom of half. Suddenly after a sharp exhale, his legs move and the palm leads the assau

Walking steadily through the threshold of the building, into a room with the dummy that he intended to help destroy. This was not on the regular agenda and there was no other task as of right now. This was something that he would do for himself and his little girl. Pulling the cloth over his mouth, leaning low as twin tanto twist between both sets of fingers. lunging forward at the man made dummy, as little bits of something fly off in every direction. Sliding back as he would stand straight up with a blank look painted over his face. Pulling the cloth down as he sheaths those weapons and look

That adaptability of hers had her sporting three different weapons she was aiming to try. Stepping into the ring, a resolute expression drawn across her face. A broad sword falls down to her right side, and a flicker of maroon has her make a rapid swing. The gap closes in ruthless efficiency, and mid swing the weapon is released as her hand opens. It flies out of the arena, grinding along the stone street. The sword art halts skipping over her stasis, and without pause another weapon is produced without hesitation, turning quickly into a rapier that is jabbed forward. It isn't but a single mom

The clown wanted to turn that frown he wore the other day upside down. Irritated and yet still sporting that chipper whimsical appearance, he'd smile wide with a bow the moment he stands opposed to Gob Gob. His hands open palm forward and with a flick from his sleeves enters a fan of metallic playing cards. "Is this your card?" Tybalt eyes curiously across them, pointing to each to no response. The utter lack of dignity and respect for the arts makes his body tremble with outrage. Clasped between his index and middle finger, the card gestured to is plucked from his grasp. Its washed in a pale

Post Action | Opening Gift - ID: 259335, BD: 10 | CD: 10 | LD: 15 PH * * * Bael | HP: 200/200 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 23 Today's Present: Demonic Shard WC: -

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/2025) - ID: 259334, BD: 7 | Dealing [x15 ST-II] * 13 = 195 DMG --> 3 Elixir of Growth {200 EXP} = 600 EXP Bael lingered at the edge of the boxing arena, half-shrouded by the low wooden fencing and the constant murmur of gathered players. The crowd’s attention had just begun to wane as a tall, muscular man stepped away from the ring, shoulders squared, chest rising and falling from exertion. Victory or defeat, Bael didn't care which it had been. What mattered was the opening left behind, the brief lull where the world assumed the spectacle was over

The large man with enough violence to fill it from head to toe. Yesterday, this thing had made a mockery of what would normally leave heads to roll. Both figurative and literal. A bend of the ropes and a toss of his legs over, he lands with a crash. His hands drop low and a silver headsman slams heavily into the white mat, as Genma's ego plasters a grim smile across his lips. A heft of that axe up above his shoulders, his hands tighten around the grip as a thicker deep red film encases the polished silver edge. Within moments like a ravenous animal, blow after blow collides in an onslaught. Sp

Moments after Hiroshi escaped the ring, Rosaria was primed and already drawing her polearm from her back. The thing was quite long, mainly because she wanted to keep her aggressors far beyond what a sword would allow. The thing charges in a reddish pink, as she squares up and aims the blow. Her weapon flares as her stamina takes a nose dive. A jerk of her weapon with her arms leaning forward, somewhat showing it wasn't often that she had to use it. The attack blazes on and clips Gob Gob in a peck, glancing off and sliding into its arm pit. Not a scratch, no health bar appears, nothing. Despite

This was not something that he typically did. It was not a place that he would normally go. This was a complete oddity to his normal day. It was said that he could possibly get some things that could help with his studies, this was the only reason he was here. It was said that the only thing that he needed to do was attack an inanimate object, it would seem too easy with the rewards that were promised but he would do it anyway. Who knows, it might prove to be fruitful. Walking into the room seeing the dummy, he would take his sickle from the inner strap and thrust forward. Bluish green energy

Walking into the room, a buff looking dummy is the first that gets her attention. It was said that all she had to do was hit the damned thing. With a shrug of her shoulders she would outstretch her palm at her side. Fingers were locked out as a small icy mist of coldness illuminates around her hand. Right then from the middle of her palm an icicle would begin to grow outward. Gripping it between her fingers and she swiftly plunges her iced weapon forward as it would grow to a great length. Without even moving the point would stab through the dummy with full momentum. With some forceful movemen

Wobbling a bit with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, having just popped out of one of the dives in the Town of beginnings the sunlight makes him wince. "Shit its morning?" The man spoke as he'd shield his eyes from the sun, with the visor of skin he spots that goofy little arena. It appeared that quite a number of their little clique had found a reason to become invested in its occupant. From his coat pocket he pulls out a smoke and presses it into his lips. A flick of his thumb sprouts a fire on it and he inhales a couple of puffs. "Still at this shit?" Lancaster worms with the cigarette beco

Back around again to continue his investigation into this thing, his weapon coated in newly curated poisons to accent its dose to be far excessive. Moreover the tool for its delivery designed to break on impact. From the crowd, its dropped into the crows palm. A faint glint and a twist of his body sends it flying at high velocity, impacting square on the goblin kings chest. The glass vial breaks upon impact as designed, leaving the glass to rain down then turn to digital dust. The black smoke that exits the moment it touches air, right in the things face. It lingers there, before an inhale suc

With the pink haired girl having gotten her turn, the Razor was chomping at the bit. Yesterday he had spent all he had on tap and spent the last 10 hours sleeping it off, with a big chicken breakfast to refuel on carbohydrates and proteins. The man was in peak form, coming into the arena like a steel golem strapped in barbs and sharp ends. A single point toward Gob Gob to confirm his target. "YESTERDAY THE RAZOR HAD THE SUN IN HIS EYES. TODAY WILL BE DIFFERENT" The Razor boasts as he squares up and begins to charge full send into Gob Gob's chest. Slamming with both hands out into a bear hug, t

Now far more confident that her guitar wasn't going to break after the freak out yesterday, Candice was lining up with the others waiting to give it their all. This wasn't really all that big on her interests, but the possibility of giving the entire player base a hand if she succeeds was more then adequate. It wasn't like she was going to be a member of the front lines any time soon, so something small like this that held no threat was more then an acceptable task to take on. The bell rings with her at the front of the line, meaning it was now her turn. Up into the ring, she removes the black

With the maid leaving the little boxer box, Majineko was the next in line. Jumping for joy as she springs rather quickly and dexterously into the ring by bouncing off the rope and then a corner, she lands on all fours and slides to a stop. "Hi~" Lucia chirps out with a wiggle of her backside, making the pair of tails curl around playfully. With a flicker of dark gold, her nails are released from her front fingers allowing them to dig into the white mat beneath her. "Weady?" Majineko squeals waiting for Gob Gob to flash a thumbs up. Her butt wiggles again and her assault begins the moment she l

Cold and calculating as she enters the ring shortly after Illi exits, Jibae crosses her arms across her stomach and uses her left to push her square rim glasses up her nose. "Back today, holding strong I see." Jibae offers plainly as her arms unfurl, reaching up into her brunette hair and pulling out that gold hairpin with her right pinching it with her index and thumb. held to her side, it glows softly in an almost unnoticeable hue. An underhanded rotation of her wrist allows that object to rocket quickly at high velocity with minimal effort. It glances off, and a perch of her lips Jibae whis

Unfolding her arms with watching on as aggressor after aggressor keeps on trying their damned to do even a scratch against Gob Gob, leaving nothing behind no matter how much they were pounding away. Illi was starting to reach a change in perspective. Beating this thing was obviously impossible, yet the little pop up prompts players kept getting as rewards after each strike was a little more foretelling. Maybe that was the reward in itself, the other was a ploy? Well Illi wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially with the fact that she needed to be strong to put food on the table

Lynn looks up into the ring as the cords are broken by Gob Gob the same as last time. There wasn't really any show of wear and tear on the boss in the slightest, despite the sheer amount of attacks that are tossed against it time and time again. With her chance finally arriving, she reaches up and climbs onto the side of the boxers arena. Lifting her leg as the ropes are spread apart, Anton almost knocking her off the side as he passes by. "Jerk..." Lynn mutters quietly given she didn't want to get into it with the asshole. Her attentions lock to Gob Gob, and with a raise of her left arm hand

His scowl showed everything he wished to say plainly, an irritated look plastered across his face as he'd lower his hood and scan the giant greased goblin. With a relax of his arms, they both drop to his sides. From his sleeves long lengths of glimmering metal wire slip out. "Going to punch through this time... I fucking doubt it." Anton spat angrily as his arms folded in a cross in front of his chest, a flare of bright green claims the slivers of metal in the spaces between his fingers with wire interlocking them like a cats cradle. A single forward thrust and its like a salvo of missiles bei

That hoodie of hers working perfectly like a cowl to prevent her from being looked at or drawing too much attention to herself. Ruri had never been one to be comfortable under direct scrutiny. The katana is torn from her sleeve in one swift and fluid motion, as if being produced out of nowhere. The thing crackles in blue electricity that forks to a nearby metal fitting, and within a millisecond of it being drawn a scattering cerulean line begins to bounce around foretelling a sword art being used. Yet the still of Ruri still remains stationary, until the attack completes. Bouncing off the rope

With how popular yesterdays little foray into the ring had been, Mokka considered it to be crazy to not participate again today. That purple hued dagger of hers flipped around revealing a pearlescent edge, caught in a reverse grip as she scrambled into the ring just as before. In its own subtle way, Gob Gob was actively giving the girl an adequate target to really learn the ropes on how to use her cardinal given skills. As the weapon is drawn back, the faintest crackle of light building upon its edge as if to prove her inexperience. The slow draw but reset of her stamina usage showing her gett