Gambit

Skill(s) Being Dropped: First Aid (Rank 1) 
Mod(s) Being Dropped: None
SP Refunded: 5
Cost: 5,000 Col

Alright, alright, alright!

It was time. 

He'd scaled the mountain, gotten his stripes from the old master, and now he was ready. His fist fungus? Potent. His muscles? Rippling. The boulder? Unfazed -- but with any luck, that would be changing soon. Gambit pulled the wraps tight around his palms as he approached the intimidating rock. Adjusting his floppy black cap, the goofy looking boy regarded his task with a large, white grin. Before the sun went down, Gambit was going to split this rock in two! 

And that, he knew, would be a monumental testament to how far he's come, considering... his pronounced combat ineptitude. Maybe - just maybe - the addition of Martial Arts would prove to be the one Weapon Skill he could actually master! As he popped the cork off one of his vials of Fist Fungus, the young teen let out a wooping declaration. 

"Let's rock!!" 

Item Consumed: 
[x1] Fist Fungus - T1 Toxic Venom 

Player Stats: 

"Oh, golly gee golly gosh! My Toxic Venom is ready!" 

He was already standing in the shop. There really wasn't any reason for him to announce his presence any more than he already had, considering the extravagant way he'd entered the building in the first place. Gambit sauntered over to his prepared package with the enthusiasm of an excited child. It even had a ribbon and everything! It didn't. There it was, in all its glory: his Toxic Venom and Healing Salves! 

Ah, but what were their names? 

"Fist Fungus!" Gambit laughed, "Oh, oh, that's pretty good!!" 

"And... Healing Rub Plus." Strangely enough, Gambit's face went bright red. "Oh. Uh. Aw, jeez. Um." 

Awkwardly, he shoveled the items into his inventory. With a sheepish smile and an even sheep-ier curtsy, Gambit was on his way, his face still as bright as a tomato. "Um. Thanks for the salves..."

Sent: 

6,000 Col 

Retrieved: 
Fist Fungus [x1] 
Healing Rub Plus [x5] 

Claiming this stuff! Thanks uwu 

Hopeless. 

Utterly hopeless. 

How was he supposed to level up like this, anyway? All these quests were dangerous - and they were all the same, too. Go here, find this, kill that. Get a reward. Yip-yip-hurray, you're another level higher. Yay. They were all so goddamn boring! Where was all of the variety? The quests without some sort of world-ending boss monster lurking around the corner? The people that made these washed up missions were all burnt out nobodies, it was the truth. 

Gambit practically pouted. Standing alone in front of this massive bulletin board of requests, the boy looked more than out of place in the bustling city. But mostly because he looked... confused. Like he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. And to be honest, he didn't. He'd spent the part of the past two or so years picking and selling plants for cash. He'd quite literally been living under a rock - but it was more of a dugout, actually. A den? And with all the extra money he got, he made it look a lot nicer than what it was. Comparitively. Like a crappy apartment. 

Complain as he would, it'd get him nowhere - most of these were out of his league. The Lessons quest caught his eye, but after a moment of brief deliberation he dismissed the idea. Too boring. He knew how all the mechanics of the game worked already, he didn't need to learn them again. Plus, he wasn't in the mood to burn a couple of hours running around doing errands. 

It didn't help that his... issue with combat had stayed with him. 

"I've got fist fungus," he murmured sagely, stroking his chin. But would the salve be enough to beat up a monster? He doubted it. 

Compared to your typical hot weeb, Gambit didn't strike a terribly flashy appearance. His smile wasn't dazzling - it was goofy and lopsided. His green eyes and black hair were the most appealing things about him, but his locks were shaggy and his eyes pale, lacking saturation. Plus, he was short. Not like, a midget, but short enough for it to be noticeable. Why the hell were most guys around here giants? And since when were sweaty fantasy nerds all so attractive-? 

And then he stopped thinking, because his intense smolder had attracted the attention of the shambling circus freak. Before Gambit could come to terms with just what he was willing to trade for this elusive trinket (he was supposed to be saving that for someone special), a lazy swipe from the hash slinging slasher brought him back to his sense. 

"AH!" Practically cartwheeling away from it as if gymnastics would save him, Gambit would retreat to his safe space behind the purple-haired warrior. As long as he was behind the big ass scythe she liked to swing around like the most lethal pool noodle, he was sure he would be fine. After all, if he couldn't count on that much, what could he? Again, the boy was reminded that joining an event so combat-oriented might not have been the brightest idea he'd had in awhile. Putting on a sudden burst of speed, the undead creature managed to slink past her defenses and get a good hit in, fortunately to little effect. 

Action Taken: None 
Zombie 27: ID#150332 MD: 10 (Crit+2) ~ 15+2= 17-9= 8 DMG

[H:0] Arabelle: 452/460 HP | 25/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 2/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 22: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 24: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 26: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 27: 50/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

It did come as a bit of a surprise when Arabelle told him that she would not be getting him that trinket for free. 

"A price?" Gambit asked. He wasn't really used to seeing pricetags on anything, even though the currency of the game probably wasn't equivalent to yen in Japan. Still, his wallet was empty, and if Arabelle wanted money then she was going to be sore out of luck. A part of him told him to keep his mouth shut about it, but that felt too much like he'd be cheating her out of her expectations. So instead, he was honest. 

Until she went on to say that she wasn't interested in col or items. She told him that she could easily grind those things herself - something that, seeing her fight, Gambit believed - and that she would leave it up to him to decide what to give her. 

He fell silent, thinking. 

Action Taken: None 
Zombie 22: ID#129149 MD: 6-2= 4 (Miss!)  
Zombie 24: ID#129150 MDl 3-2= 1 (Miss!) 

[H:0/0] Arabelle: 460/460 HP | 36/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0/0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 2/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 22: 50/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 23: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT [DEAD]
Zombie 24: 50/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 25: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT [DEAD]

"Th-thank you! I'll stand behind you!" A normal person might have been embarrased by so easily accepting protection from a girl who was way smaller than him. But Gambit was by no means a normal person, and these were by no means normal cirumcstances. To top it off, he didn't really understand the whole man-woman dynamic thing. Everyone was pretty much the same to Gambit, as far as gender went. People were people. 

It was good that he was making progress, even if he had to rely on other people to help. He was going his own way - and, step by step, he was getting closer and closer to achieving his goal. He needed to know; he needed to help, and he needed to figure out how to get everyone out of the mess that was SAO. They'd been trapped inside this game for too long, and their progress was coming undone much too quickly. 

Gambit could hardly contain his laughter after seeing the look on Arabelle's face. For all his investigatory work, he couldn't figure out why this item was still here, or what its use was. So it was useless. Palming the creamy giblet in one hand, Gambit hurled the succulent rot over his shoulder, where it probably exploded into a smear or something behind him. 

Sooner than he'd expected, the two would arrive at the concession stand. In the midst of all the fighting, Gambit had half-forgotten it had even existed. He frowned as he looked it over. Unfortunately for him, Gambit hadn't bought his ticket on time - which meant no freebies for him. It looked like if he would want anything decent, he was going to have to fight for it. 

Only thing was, Gambit really couldn't fight for himself. 

"Well, actually, I kinda wanna go back out too," he admitted, "I want that healing item." 

Gambit walked up to stand beside her. "I can't really fight or anything, and I don't have the Energy to heal right now, so I'm sort of useless. But that item could help me help people, you know?" The boy said it with honest sincerity; there was no hint of greed in his voice, nothing there to imply he was in it for personal gain. He was being truthful, wholly and completely. He wanted to help people. 

Schlap. 

The gooey bit of zombie flesh landed on his chest with a slight thwapping sound, where it stuck to his armor, slowly sliding down the metal plates. Gambit seemed, at first, confused by Arabelle's reaction and also completely enamored by the squishy chunk of rotten flesh. He peeled the item off his torso, pinching it between two fingers. The meat seemed to drip some sort of unidentifiable liquid... and it smelled absolutely horrible, like rotten eggs and fish.

Gambit brought his hand to his chin, squinting, deep in thought. He turned the flesh around to give it a good look over. And then... slowly, he brought it towards his mouth. Like he was considering eating it. Only, he stopped just before he did. 

He grinned widely, glancing at Arabelle to see if he'd gotten some sort of reaction from the girl who'd been so freaked out by the piece's appearance. 

"Almost too convenient," Gambit admitted, his sheepish smile betraying his play-it-cool act he'd been working on maintaining. He was not at all used to talking to people, let alone being alone with them. However, Gambit had a general air of kindness around him that was easy to mistake for extroversion. Shy and outspoken; a healthy mixture of two parallels. 

Gambit rushed forward, reaching for the girl's shoulder. But he stopped, pulling back his hand like he was flinching. Then he pushed forward again, only to stop once more. "You've, uh. Got zombie giblets. On your shoulder." He wasn't too sure how the moldy flesh had remained after the host was destroyed. Maybe it was a special type of item!

"Do you mind if I take it-?" He hesitated. "Unless you want it, or something. You killed all of them, after all. I-"

Gambit stopped himself. He was rambling. 

"You're really strong," he said.

"Potion Seller," Gambit proclaimed, striding confidently into Ded Wrath & Beyond, "I am going into battle and I require only your finest potions." 

What's with the name of this place, anyway? Sounds pretty spooky for a place that sells... herbs and stuff. It looked super cozy for such an ominous sounding store, too! There were like, candles and stuff. Yeah, that's the stuff. 

Filling out the forms he was provided with, Gambit let out a small, nervous laugh. "I, uh... I get beat up a lot. So I need to have stuff that like... uh. Keeps me from not being alive. You dig?" Gambit would finish, send the first form, and then move onto the second.

"Oh, and poison. I'm gonna smear it on my fists so I can break a rock easier." 

Name: [Your Choice Brodde] 
Your Profession: Alchemist
Your Rank: 1
ID: [Leave Blank]
Roll: [Leave Blank]
Item Type: Salve
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect 
Enhancements: Toxic Venom 
Description: [Leavin' it up to Dunkers that's you Dederick you're Dunkers]
Post Link: [Leave Blank]

then i need five of these: 

Name: [Your Choice Brodde] 
Your Profession: Alchemist
Your Rank: 1
ID: [Leave Blank]
Roll: [Leave Blank]
Item Type: Salve
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect 
Enhancements: HP Recovery  
Description: [Leavin' it up to Dunkers that's you Dederick you're Dunkers]
Post Link: [Leave Blank]

done and done! 

@Pinball

Gambit was surprised she wasn't getting antsy after downing what felt like an entire ocean's worth of energy drinks. Yes, he was still on the energy drinks. It was seriously baffling - but, of course, it was times like these that Gambit somehow managed to forget that this wasn't at all like their world. You didn't truly get hungry or thirsty in the game - the feelings were simulated, and, by technicality, that meant you couldn't get full either. You could inhale as much crap as you felt like with no negligible side effects. In fact, from what Gambit heard, that's actually how the Frontliners prepared for their boss fights. No wonder they were all as lazy as pigs. All they did was eat, sleep, fight (occassionally), and then eat some more. 

On the flip side, Arabelle was a whirling dervish. She slaughtered another group of zombies - but this time, the straggler was at full health. That meant problems. Gambit kept his distance as it shambled towards Arabelle for an attack. 

Action Taken: None 
Zombie 21: ID#128795 MD: 3-2= 1 (Miss!) 

[H:0] Arabelle: 459/460 HP | 5/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 1/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 18: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT [DEAD]
Zombie 19: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT [DEAD]
Zombie 20: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT [DEAD]
Zombie 21: 50/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

Special:

Deals 20 DMG on a 9 or 10
If the Zombie would be killed by a weapon or defensive ability, and the LD is equal to or higher than 15, the Zombie is instead reduced to 1HP. This ability is ignored if the attack that reduced it 0 was a critical hit or the weapon/armor used has the holy or holy blessing enhancement.

Zombies Killed: 20
Consumables Used: 1 
Critical Failures: 1

Only hit the ones that looked half dead? Easily enough! Wait, no. They all looked more than half dead. Arabelle quickly clarified, but Gambit had already pieced together her meaning. As the scythe girl went to work, Gambit was looking out for the straggler; the one that held onto dear life - or whatever it is they had that was similar to it, as far as zombie mobs went - for no reason. Gambit kind of felt sorry for them, in a way. But he felt sad for most mobs. They were literally created to die, and though he knew that they didn't have any emotion or any sort of thinking like him, it was the humanoid monsters that really made Gambit do a double take. It felt too real, sometimes, maybe? Gambit was and never had been much of a fighter, and he didn't actually want to start now. But fighting was a way of life now, and there would be no avoiding it. 

Gambit brought his hand across the zombie's cheek, slapping the ever-loving hell out of it. It stumbled to the right, falling over and dying. 

Action Taken: Basic Attack [-1 EN/+1 EN]
Zombie 17: ID#128714 BD: 8 (Hit!) ~ 1 DMG 

[H:1] Arabelle: 459/460 HP | 16/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA ~~
[H:0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 1/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 14: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 15: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 16: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 17: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

Zombies Killed: 17
Consumables Used: 1 
Critical Failures: 1

In what felt like - but what surely wasn't - an instant, the zombies were on them. Up close and personal, Arabelle threw herself to her feet, wielding her scythe with renewed vigor. It must have been all of the Monster Energy Drinks. 

Imbued with the strength of only the most powerful wall punchers, Arabelle swung, literally (except not literally) trampling her opponents, grinding them into fine powder. Or really, just well defined rectangles and stuff. They exploded, like monsters do in SAO. That's just what happened. No more fancy words. Fancy words not good for Gambit. Ooga booga. 

One of them was a straggler, and already Gambit was having flashbacks. It stumbled forward, its hand on its stomach, trying to stop the flow of blood or guts or whatever it was that was threatening to push its way out. Its teeth black and yellow and bared, it snapped and gashed and tried to take a swing at Arabelle that, one way or another, wouldn't reach its target. 

Gambit stayed behind her, like he had been for a while now. 

Safe and sound. 

Action Taken: None 
Zombie 14: ID#128706 MD: 3-2= 1 (Miss!)  

[H:0] Arabelle: 459/460 HP | 29/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 2/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 11: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 12: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 13: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 14: 50/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

Zombies Killed: 13
Consumables Used: 1 
Critical Failures: 1

It was probably somewhere around the fourth energy drink uncapped, downed, and promptly discarded that Gambit started to seriously question his choice of company. The small, purple-haired girl suddenly looked a lot less cute and a lot more like her name was Kyle with every can she emptied. And even still she continued. 

"Uh, are you sure you should be drinking that ma-" 

Crack. Another energy can would open, and Gambit would find himself quickly retreating into silence. 

"Hm." 

After she hit finished chugging the last of her energy drink, Gambit wouldn't really follow up on the conversation anymore. He averted his eyes, instead looking across and away from her. "Another group of zombies are coming," he murmured softly, lifting his pointer finger and then lowering it. The teenager needed some time to mull things over. He'd seen things he thought he'd ever have to see. Things he never would have wanted to see, if he was given the option. 

These were dark times in Aincrad. 

The look on Gambit's face only really meant one thing: he was shocked. Absolutely and utterly shocked. As the zombie that had been standing in front of him just moments before burst into a cloud of digital fragments made tangible, Gambit's shaky hands shot back down, attaching themselves to his side. 

He walked - no, waddled? - a bit backwards, before looping around when Arabelle called out to him. 

"Yeah!" Gambit laughed sheepishly. Then, much quieter, "Yeah... for sure." He coughed loudly into his sleeve before quickly deciding to change the subject. 

"So, uh, anyway. These zombies. Where'd they come from, do you know? I've only been here for a little bit, and at first they looked kinda cool. Then I started getting chased, and, uh, well. That wasn't so cool." 

Gambit talked a lot more than some people, so he quieted down, not wanting to sound too annoying. He was only recently interacting with people, so maybe it was easy to come off as excitable. He'd been shot down for it before.  

As he scrambled to his feet and Arabelle swung her scythe through yet another one of the shambling undead, Gambit stumbled backwards, still a little shaken up by that whole exchange. There was only one problem, then. 

Maybe it was because he'd fallen and made himself look like an easy target, but the zombie he'd tried to punch was coming straight at him! Gambit was freaking out. You'd think it'd be all too easy to outrun a creature that could barely walk, but looking at Gambit, you'd be more than surprised to find out that he, for whatever reason, couldn't manage to do even that. 

Big yikes. 

It was getting closer and closer, snapping its hungry jaws near his neck. Out of panic, Gambit grabbed onto its head, trying to push it away from him. 

SNAP! 

And something must have gave, because when Gambit opened his eyes, its head was turned 180 degrees in the opposite direction. 

Action Taken: Basic Attack [-1 EN/+1 EN]
Zombie 7: ID#128644 BD: 7 (Hit!) ~ 1 DMG 

Zombie 8: ID#128646 MD: 2 (Miss!)

[H:2/1] Arabelle: 449/460 HP | 6/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0/0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 0/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 7: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 8: 1/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 9: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

Special:

Deals 20 DMG on a 9 or 10
If the Zombie would be killed by a weapon or defensive ability, and the LD is equal to or higher than 15, the Zombie is instead reduced to 1HP. This ability is ignored if the attack that reduced it 0 was a critical hit or the weapon/armor used has the holy or holy blessing enhancement.

Zombies Killed: 9
Consumables Used: 1 
Critical Failures: 1

"Not interested," Gambit proclaimed. 

"Well, nice to meet you all!" Gambit happily spun around on a heel, walking away. He decided that he was done here. He'd met his daytime quota. The daytime quota of being outside. He was done for the day. So he was done now. Done here. "See ya!" 

What a day! He'd met new people, gotten punched in the face, molested someone - all in good fun, of course. One girl had a thing for Player Killers, apparently, and she'd said she'd protect all of them from one if they decided to show up. Gambit sincerely doubted it, but that's all good, too! Player Killers were tough, sure, but maybe this player was even tougher. 

Walking through the trees, Gambit would slowly make his way back home. Back home to the literal rock he'd been living under. It was a cozy rock, though. Super cozy. He'd sold a lot of plants to get the col for all the neat stuff he had there. No weapons, though. 

Embarrassing to even think about. 

- EXIT - 

"Yes, ma'am!" Arabelle's words were met with unadulterated enthusiasm. Gambit had no intention to leave after that. Besides, he was practically entranced by the girl swinging the scythe around. So cool-! She tore through zombies like nobody's business, and still... they seemed to hang on by a thread. What was up with that? Gambit furrowed his eyebrows, noticing the group that had survived Arabelle's initial onslaught. Strange, strange. 

Gambit got up and ran over to one of them, swinging his fist with the raw strength of a lizard. It didn't even land, and he swung wide. The zombie stood there for a moment, as if barely registering what had just happened. Gambit had thrown himself off balance, and so he hit the floor, rolled for a moment, and then sprung back up, scrambling away. Yikes. Maybe attacking them was a bad choice. Honestly, he should have known better; fighting wasn't his thing. 

Plus, he'd just done literally the one thing she told him not to do. 

Action Taken: Basic Attack [-1 EN/+1 EN]
Zombie 7: ID#128524 BD: 4 (Miss!) MD: 2 (Miss!) 
Zombie 8: ID#128639 MD: 2 (Miss!) 
Zombie 9: ID#128640 MD: 10 (Crit+2) 

[H:2/1/1] Arabelle: 449/460 HP | 6/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0/0/0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 0/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 7: 1/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 8: 1/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 9: 1/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 10: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

Zombies Killed: 7
Consumables Used: 1 
Critical Failures: 1

"Only like, a couple minutes," Gambit said, rubbing the back of his head. He'd all but practically collapsed behind the smaller girl, as embarrassing as that might be... and now he was having a conversation with her like there wasn't an endless undead horde of zombies scrambling to try and eat their brains. What a weird Thursday, huh? 

Gambit sort of gave a sheepish chuckle, pushing himself to his feet. She seemed like she had it under control, for now. He wasn't all too eager to get into the fray, as it was - embarrassing himself in front of girls wasn't something he liked to do too often, if he could help it. "Heh, ehhh, yeah... just a little bit, I think." 

An awkward pause. 

A slight red tint to his cheeks. "Uh, what... brings you here?"

The food. What else would bring her here, dumbass? She was fighing monsters as they spoke. But even still, Gambit didn't know what to say. Or how to say it, for that matter. It sort of felt wrong to just leave, after she'd saved him.

Action Taken: Basic Attack [-1 EN/+1 EN]
Zombie 7: ID#128517 BD: 4 (Miss!) MD: 5-2= 3 (Miss!)

[H:1] Arabelle: 460/460 HP | 19/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 0/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 2: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 5: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 6: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 7: 1/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

Special:

Deals 20 DMG on a 9 or 10
If the Zombie would be killed by a weapon or defensive ability, and the LD is equal to or higher than 15, the Zombie is instead reduced to 1HP. This ability is ignored if the attack that reduced it 0 was a critical hit or the weapon/armor used has the holy or holy blessing enhancement.

Zombies Killed: 6
Consumables Used: 1 
Critical Failures: 1

And from the Heavens descended his savior, a scythe at her side! Except she was like, five-foot-nothing, and Gambit practically towered over her. Practically. Not really. Even still, he wasted no time in shoving the rest of his corndog down his throat as Arabelle leapt into action, bringing her weapon out and across the group of zombies. 

She cut through them like butter, three of them falling to the ground, bifurcated or otherwise lacerated, vanishing in what was the equivalent to a cloud of smoke. Transluscent blue shards hung in the air, gradually fading from view, as soon it was revealed that one of the four monsters was still hanging on by a shred. To Gambit, it looked like its health bar was empty - it must have been so low he couldn't even see the shred that was left. 

Gambit swallowed the corndog, minor panic coursing through his system. 

"Uh, I..." Gambit watched as the Zombie lumbered forward, lashing out with tooth and claw. "Watch out-!"

Action Taken: Basic Attack [-2 EN]
Zombie 2: ID#128498 BD: 1 (Critical Miss!) MD: 7-2= 5 (Miss!) 

[H:1] Arabelle: 460/460 HP | 46/46 EN | 14 DMG | 9 MIT | 4 ACC | 2 EVA
[H:0] Gambit: 20/20 HP | 0/2 EN | 45 MIT | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen 

Zombie 1: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 2: 1/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 3: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT
Zombie 4: 0/50 HP | 15 DMG | 10 MIT

Special:

• Deals 20 DMG on a 9 or 10
• If the Zombie would be killed by a weapon or defensive ability, and the LD is equal to or higher than 15, the Zombie is instead reduced to 1HP. This ability is ignored if the attack that reduced it 0 was a critical hit or the weapon/armor used has the holy or holy blessing enhancement.

Zombies Killed: 3
Consumables Used: 1 
Critical Failures: 1

"AHHHH!!" 

Gambit ran back and forth, with nothing to keep him safe from the zombies. This armor he'd bought was an absolute sack of crap, and if Gambit had half a mind he'd get rid of it first chance he got. Luckily though, Gambit had less than half of a mind. 

So he kept running, just barely ducking and dodging out of the way of hordes' attacks and approaches, his death just a claw swipe or a bite away. He'd gotten hit once, and been shocked to find that literally half of his health disappeared. It was good he had Regen - but if one of these things hit him right, who was to say his entire health bar didn't get wiped out all at once? Gambit hadn't really done much on Aincrad, for Aincrad, but he didn't want to die just yet, either. 

"This SUCKS," he complained loudly. Who thought it was a good idea to make people fight the undead? 

There was a corndog in his mouth. 

-CONSUMING: [x1] Obnoxious Corndog - 45 MIT 

- Gambit's Stats - 

20 HP | 2 EN | 9 Thorns | 10 Regen | +45 MIT 

Skills: 

First Aid - Rank 1 - Unskilled

Equipment: 

Starting Plate - T1 - Heavy Armor (Starting Package) 
    -> +1 Thorns, +1 Regen 

"Oooh, a carnival!" Gambit exclaimed, paying the price for a ticket, one-hundred percent aware of how painfully late he was. See, he'd been so broke, that he had to run around selling all sorts of junk just for the col to attend... and by the time he'd gotten that done, the event was already underway. It looked like zombies this year, which was kinda cool. Except they were all just kind of... grabby. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do first. A part of him wanted a hotdog. Another part of him wanted to see how many times it took for a zombie to kill itself on his armor. Another part of him was trying to remember whether he wore deodarant or not. 

Regardless of whether he had or hadn't, Gambit was here now, and that made all the difference. 

Because Gambit is like, a super cool dude. And he's comin' to get ya. 

And also a corndog. Some girl was offering people corndogs. 

-500 Col sent to Jack

- Taking an Obnoxious Corndog from @Mishiro

- Exiting to a thread probably idk