<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><strong>Kraven's Arena</strong></span></span><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Match 1: Archer vs. Chemist</span></span></strong><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shiloh</span><br/><div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEwNi5mMTEyMTIuUjAwLjA/d-day-stencil.regular.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ec/7b/b9/ec7bb906228bace8c72d01d32fd70e54.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Bart scowled, his lips rolling back to bare his teeth in his disgust at her persistence to oppose him. Did she not realize that he had the higher ground? He was the victor, and yet her bow was still strangely aimed at him. Could she see him? The chemist’s blood ran cold and his heart started to race. He reached for a vial of a destructive concoction and attempted to evade her aim. He ran in a counter-clockwise circle around her, the weight of his bobbles and ingredients slowing his celerity.<br/><br/>He lobbed another potion at her (basic attack 13 MA). Unlike the others, this one contained an acid that would burn. “You insist on calling me a coward, but I am a survivor. Cowards die! And that is your fate here and now. If the dragons leave any piece of you left, I might keep it in a jar as a memento of this match!” he laughed.</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>GM Note:</strong> Calculations were not performed to reduce the chemist’s damage. The calculations were left incomplete by the GM in order to give player a chance to perform them. In future battles, players will have to perform the calculations themselves, reducing the enemies damage according to their stats, and handling their HP and MP reductions accordingly.</span>