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"Ha! I feel no pain!" Blue then jumped towards Reaper, yelling:

"Double Slash HIYA!"

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"Damnit" Blue said.

"Oh well, I stab you then" Blue lazily jabbed in Reaper general direction.

Blue's BLUE uses 'Lazy jab' on Reaper's REAPER

IT'S SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPER EFFECTIVE "Explosion in background"

EDGY, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?!?!?!? It's not over yet, we must finish. I won't let this RP just sit here and rot!

GAAAHHHH!
The suspense is killing me!

I just want to be a member of an RP that actually finished instead of getting locked!
I don't even care if I win the fight anymore.

Idea!

Whomever posts first call heads or tails. I'll literally flip a coin and let you know who wins. Edgy is free to come in and dismiss this, but hey, it's a conclusion, right?

Oh, and I'll write up something fancy so it's not just a rubbish post where I say the winner.

Yay!

Or you could use the dice roll thing, online and all.

Good point. I'll link to it whenever someone calls it. For the purposes of this thingy--

Heads=1
Tails=2

I call tails!

I mean... good idea.

I think either Blue or myself would be the caller. I'll go with heads.

Dice have been rolled. Wait for it.

Right. I said that before. Basically whomever posts first calls. I'll flip now.
^I obviously wrote that earlier. Anyway, I'm taking the liberty of ignoring the last ~8 pages and just going from the moment of the voting. Hope that's okay with everyone.
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The surviving villagers stood in the town square. It was the end of their deadly game, and they knew it. Leilah stood back, leaning against a post in front of the general store. Blue and Reaper stood centred in town, eyes locked on each other. The tie had sealed one of their fates, and it appeared as though Blue were the more determined. The ghost of Vivec's Tears had reappeared, pointing her ghastly finger at the cloaked fiend, only to fade away once more. Had her ghost returned to reveal the truth, or had she simply returned to express her ever-strong opinion one last time?

Yes, would you not like to die a warrior's death, and regain some of your honour, Cultist scum? Blue said as he pulled out a dagger from his cloak.

I don't think there's much point. Your minds are made up and I would just be waisting time. My only hope was for Vivec's Tears to reappear and save my hide, but all that did is cause a tie.

Perhaps you should have thought of that before, eh? Let's settle this like men!

Blue lunged forward with his dagger in hand. Reaper threw himself backwards out of the reach of the blade, the edge missing him by mere inches. He turned to run, nearly tripped over his own feet, and raced through the closest door he could find, which happened to be a small inn. He burst threw the doors only to have Blue catch up to him, screaming loudly.

Blue backhanded him with drunken strength, the odour of his alcohol apparent on his breath, and Reaper went flying. He landed on his back on a table covered in plates and silverware, and slid off into the floor. Reaper's hand closed around something long and metallic. He grinned to himself. A knife!

Reaper jumped up, knife in hand, a determined look on his face. However, it was quickly replaced by confusion when he saw Blue keel over laughing, and the pointing. Reaper glanced down and saw the dull spreading knife in his hand. Oh gods, he whispered to himself.

Blue stopped laughing and came forward again, the table between them. They leaned back and forth, alternatively feinting and trying to guess the intention of the other. Finally Blue tired of their games and threw himself across the table, knife aimed at Reaper's heart. Reaper threw his own blade up and, dull or not, the metal held and he was able to parry.

The sickening odour hit Reaper's nose once more and he turned away. As he did he shifted his weight and managed to throw Blue from off of him. It may not have worked normally, but a night of binge-drinking had taken its toll on him.

Blue fell off Reaper and the table and crumpled to the floor. He hoisted himself up, grabbed the edge of the table and Reaper watched incredulously as the table's weight shifted and flipped over onto Blue. Blue groaned and didn't move again.

[color=#800000]Wow was all Reaper could say. He pulled back his leg and swung it into Blue's side. He grunted but otherwise didn't even acknowledge the hit. [/color]He's dead-drunk. I don't think he'll even live. How pathetic.

Reaper turned and walked out of the inn. Leilah was outside, waiting anxiously. She looked at him questioning, and he answered with a simple nod. He was too tired to explain it. Everything was finally over. But then he glanced up and saw the strange invisible barrier still blocking them from leaving town. This could only mean the original killer, the surviving worshipper, was still alive.

Leilah and Reaper locked eyes, instantly suspicious of each other. Reaper gripped his meager weapon more firmly and braced himself. Leilah stood staring at him, no weapon available. She opened her mouth to speak as her finger raised to point at Reaper. Before she could manage the cold hard steel of the edge of Blue's dagger came against his throat and he was suddenly aware of Blue close behind him.

Blue wrapped his arm around Reaper's chest, the blade digging painfully into his throat. He dropped his own crude knife, submitting to the man behind him. Reaper was about to die, and he knew it. There was no hope.

May Molag Bal take your worthless soul, cretin.

Reaper's eyes widened as Blue jerked the blade back. He felt a brief flaring pain quickly followed by a numbing sensation. he gasped for her, choking. His hand reached up, grasping wildly at the gaping wound in his throat, his death. He didn't find it. It wasn't there; he found only a thin scratch.

Reaper spun around and saw Blue glaring down at his dagger. The blade was pointing in the wrong direction. Reaper smiled, threw himself forward. All the anger and fear of the previous days, it felt like forever, giving him agility and strength like never before. He shoved into Blue, knocking them over a trough of water, and they both collapsed in a heap. Reaper leapt to his feet, only to find Blue struggling. He the quick scuffle Blue's own blade had pierced his abdomen. He bled out, red from blue. Reaper watched as the light left his eyes, and suddenly the town was free.