[Therider]

HbLezi7bp_1d20+1(Dodge: Pass!)
p_1d20+1Dodge: Fail!)
p_1d20+1(Dodge: Pass!)
p_1d20+1(Headlock Dodge: Fail!)

Charabelle was knocked back a bit by one punch, but this only made her grin. Oh, goodie! They were resisting. That made what was coming to them next all the more...

E X C I T I N G...

However, a headlock soon followed, and Charabelle's grin only widened as she realized that the man placed himself right where she wanted him. Her tail was wagging violently, just like the murderous expression in her eyes. Turning to the man holding her by the head, Charabelle smiled sweetly, and the man would find a wave of powerful aggression sweep over him. "I'm so glad you decided to play with me, mister... Let me show you my favorite game... S T A B  T H E  B A D  M A N."

And with that, the knife in her hand began to ram itself repeatedly into the man's chest, the grin on the murderous puppy-human never stopping. Turning her attention to face the other man, Charabelle's eyes flashed bright red once more, and the powerful wave from her soul emerged and slammed the man on the other side of the room. Finally bring her attention back to the man holding her, Charabelle sweetly closed her eyes and smiled. ""Awwww, Mister, thank you for holding me! Now, would you please let me go?"

And seemingly out of nowhere, a ring of magic appeared before the man, and attempted to run itself through the bulker man.

p_1d20+1p_1d20+1p_1d20+1 (Charabelle's Real Knife @ the Buff Man! Deals 7%, plus 5% from choosing Genocide)

p_1d20+2 (Charabelle's SOUL @ the skinny man! Dealt 32% to Charabelle, and now will deal 32%, plus 5% for choosing GENOCIDE!)

p_1d20+2 (Charabelle's Torn Notebook @ the buff man! Deals 15% plus 5% for choosing GENOCIDE)

Charabelle
HP:88/160
Shield:55/55
Status:So happy! 1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+2·1d20+2

[heirtothemonado]

9ePszar6p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Real Knife Dodge 1: Failure)
p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Real Knife Dodge: Failure)
p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Real Knife Dodge: Success)

The buff guy let out a grunt of pain as Charabelle's knife pierced his skin, which started crawling as she turned to look at him. What was with this girl's eyes? Like looking into the eyes of a soulless monster... The buff guy started to think that maybe they had picked on the wrong girl.

The skinny man got to his feet slowly, still a bit groggy. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but only that it was the fault of the girl with the tail! Taking advantage of the chokehold that the other man had on her, he moved in for an attack...

p_1d20+2 (Skinny Guy's SOUL Dodge: Failure)

But just wasn't fast enough. The energy from Charabelle's SOUL hit him from behind, and he was completely consumed, leaving behind nothing where he was once standing. The buff guy watched this and became utterly terrified? What kind of power did this girl possess? He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. Who cared what kind of power she had! She still messed with the wrong people, and for that she should be taught the consequences. The buff guy was so preoccupied with trying to focus, he didn't see the ring of magic form around him...

p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Torn Notebook Dodge: Failure)

The ring of magic slashed at the buff man, but it only seemed to succeed in making him angrier. Picking up Charabelle with both hands, he attempted to piledrive her into the ground, before re0aquainting his fists to her face a few more times
 
p_1d20+2 (Buff Guy's Piledrive! DMG 12%

p_1d20+2 (Buff Guy's Mega Punch! 8%)
p_1d20+2 (Again)
p_1d20+2 (And again)

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Buff Guy
56/100
Status: Angry

Skinny Guy
0/100
Status: Dead
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[Therider]

(Charabelle bubble shields the onslaught! Shield left with 19%.)

Forming a bubble out of her sheer DETERMINATION, Charabelle was able to block the attacks  from the bulky man. She grinned, oh how she loved it when they struggled! It made it all the more interesting when they bled out on the floor. Turning to the man, the puppy smiled and flashed a knife, before stabbing maddly into the man. As the man doubled over, Charabelle took her boxing glove and punched. HARD. As the man eventually kneeled, Charabellecareless summoned a magic ring to restrain him if he did anything.

This was starting to get a bit boring though.

SHE'D END THIS QUICK.

ggpEV60Yp_1d20+1p_1d20+1p_1d20+1 (Charabelle's Knife! Deals 12% each.)

p_1d20+1 (Charabelle's CRITICAL Tough Glove! Deals 30%)

p_1d20+1 (Charabelle's Torn Notebook! Deals 20% percent.)

Charabelle
HP:88/160
Shield:19/55
Status:So happy! 1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1

[heirtothemonado]

6zmCuT2hp_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Real Knife Dodge #1: Failure)
p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Real Knife Dodge #2: Success)
p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Real Knife Dodge #3: Failure)

The buff guy groaned in pain as Charabelle's knife pierced his flesh again and again. He didn't know if he could take much more of this, but Charabelle wasn't going to give him as chance to go anywhere or do anything. As the man buckled to his knees, Charabelle came after him again.

p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Tough Glove Dodge: Failure)
p_1d20-1 (Buff Guy's Torn Notebook Dodge: Failure)

As the magic ring closed around him, the buff guy choked out a last, gasping breath before succumbing to his wounds and collapsing on the floor. As Charabelle would no doubt revel in this victory, the bartender, who had ducked under the counter when the fighting started, stared at the little puppy-turned-murderer with a mixture of horror and impressed respect. When he first asked this girl to help out, he had no idea what he was signing himself up for, but he had a deal to uphold. 

"....Good job, kid. Not exactly the solution I was thinking of, but if it stops these guys from causing a fuss anymore, then it's alright with me." The barkeep reached under the bar, and pulled out a totally-not-alcoholic drink. "Here, kid. On the house."

(Charabelle receives Definitely-Not-Booze! Heals her for 13%, but if you don't use it, you receive it at the end of the game!)

As Charabelle grabbed the bottle of not-booze, the scent of insense would waft into her nose. After a few seconds of numbness, Isabelle found herself back in her normal puppy body, sitting in the Dealer's caravan.

"Hmm...Interesting." The Dealer mused "A change of pace from what you've usually been doing. But that is part of your Ace. It wouldn't be wise to ignore it. Now then....."



"Where are you off to now?"

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