The 6th Day

[Hanako Tachibana]

The Newspaper screams, releasing a torrent of newspaper in every direction.  Newspaper coats the ground, newspaper coats the sky, newspaper covers the stars, until the world is smothered in newspaper.

But the newspapers pass you by.  As you are now, neither Horror's own Paper nor the Summer Heat can touch you.  Step forth into the final battle.  Serako, make your move.

[FelyxZephyr]

Serako bounces on her feet a little bit.  the Adrenaline coursing through her veins makes her eyes widen.  Seeing the people that had been attacked come back...  terrified her.  but this was going to end, and it was going to end tonight.

[all out defense: double defense]

[Hanako Tachibana]

The Newspaper seethes with anger, and makes a violent gesture at Serako.  Several Newspapers unfold from the air and fling themselves at Serako.  Roll to defend.

[FelyxZephyr]

Rolled 3d6 : 4, 5, 6, total 15

  Serako quickly readies her umbrella and swings at the papers assaulting her.

Rolled 3d6 : 3, 6, 3, total 12

She turns on her heel, tearing into the floor that she is standing on and swings her umbrella one handedly

[target 16 on both]

[Hanako Tachibana]

You cleanly sidestep some of the papers, and readily deflect the remainder.

Angelo, you are up.

[DonQuixote]

With a glint in my eye and a sudden growl in my voice, I swing my bat.

"Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
  Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
  Left of six hundred."

Rolled 3d6 : 4, 1, 3, total 8

Attack, under 18.

Rolled 1d6+4 : 1 + 4, total 5

Damage, if a hit.

[Hanako Tachibana]

You stride up to the Newspaper, and with a mighty swing, deal less damage than you probably hoped for.  Oh well, every bit counts.  The Newspaper shudders at the blow, and pulls some of the paper from the surroundings to repair the damage it caused.

Serako, you are up.

[FelyxZephyr]

Adrenaline pumping through her, Serako runs forward and swings her umbrella at the woman

Rolled 3d6 : 1, 2, 2, total 5

(9)

'1d+2' is not a valid dice string!

(unlikely damage)

[FelyxZephyr]

Rolled 1d6 : 4, total 4

[Hanako Tachibana]

You run forward and strike the Newspaper with your umbrella.  The seals that line it glow briefly, and a good chunk of the Newspaper's side disintegrates.  The paper's lining the world rapidly flow inwards to repair the damage, but... holes are starting to appear.  Bits of rock and ground and stars; the Newspaper's power is clearly waning.

Unfortunately, the Newspaper seems to be aware of this as well, and isn't even remotely pleased.  She charges forward at Angelo, and

Misses.

Angelo, 'tis your turn.

[DonQuixote]

Seeing her weakness, I put all my strength behind my attack, swinging twice with the bat.

"When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
  All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
  Noble six hundred!"

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First attack, under 18

Rolled 3d6 : 2, 2, 6, total 10

Damage, if a hit.

Rolled 1d6+4 : 2 + 4, total 6

Second attack, under 18.

Rolled 3d6 : 2, 3, 3, total 8

Damage, if a hit.

Rolled 1d6+4 : 3 + 4, total 7

[Hanako Tachibana]

The first strike slams into her side, and the second into her head.  The Newspaper screams in agony as the surrounding paper flows inwards.    Only a few scraps are left; you can almost see the sky.

Serako, why don't you finish things.

[FelyxZephyr]

Serako puts everything she can into this, she swings the umbrella over and over against the newspaper woman
She swings the umbrella

Rolled 3d6 : 2, 5, 1, total 8

(target 18)
and digs her heel into the ground, trying to hit the newspaper woman again from a different angle

Rolled 3d6 : 1, 4, 1, total 6

(target 18)

[FelyxZephyr]

Rolled 1d6 : 1, total 1

Rolled 1d6 : 3, total 3

[Hanako Tachibana]

The Newspaper narrowly manages to dodge your first blow, but is struck firmly by the second.  The sky is clearly visible; only the Newspaper is left.  The stars burn brightly, your weapons glow with golden light, your bodies are ready, why don't the two of you turn today into tomorrow?

Serako, Angelo, roll to attack.  Damage isn't necessary at this point.

[DonQuixote]

I swing the bat skywards, then bring it down with all my might.  At the top of my lungs, I scream into the night.

"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori!"

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First attack, under 18: 3d6 : 6, 4, 3, total 13

Second attack, under 18: 3d6 : 2, 2, 2, total 6

[FelyxZephyr]

Serako grinds her feet into the ground and swings her bat determinedly

Rolled 3d6 : 6, 4, 6, total 16

target 22

[Hanako Tachibana]

The Bat's golden glow is replaced with a blood-red flash as it tears through the Newspaper's sports section.  She opens her mouth to scream, not in rage but pain, and is silenced before any sound can come out, as the Umbrella cleaves her straight from art to business.  And finally, the Bat swings around once more, dashing the front page to pieces.

Tattered pieces of paper flit towards the ground, disintegrating to nothing.  The Bat and Umbrella's glows fade, the constellations wink out one after another, and even your luck seems to be returning to normal.

And suddenly, filling the silence, is a sound.  Like a spring slowly starting to unwind, or a gear just beginning to turn again.  Or the hand of a clock ticking.

Now then, let this midnight end and tomorrow begin.  With a single movement, the second hand decrees the start of a new day.  This heat-haze daze is over.