>>5811655>>5811680>>5811728>>5811807>>5812282>dodge everytime and tire him [MERIT: Natural Runner] [ROLL: Physical + Talents + 1 die bonus (5d10). Difficulty 8]>best roll: 3, 9, 10, 5, 5 (2 successes)Here it goes nothing. Best thing you can do now! You move careful at first. He comes to you again and you dodge, almost bumping into the crowd. That sea of angry faces, hands and red bodies is a gate to hell, demons waiting for your blood and sweat. Their grip could be lethal and you wanna avoid this. Or maybe not. They can serve for your plans. You test this sudden theory blossoming through your own despair. Lamar's coming again as fast as he can, you dodge and let him go for the crowd. The crowd pulls him towards you again as strong as it can and this time you are ready to do get a shockwave from Lamar's bump, dodging in perfect time and synchrony! Yes! It works!
Let's play pinball, motherfucker! Lamar ain't stupid, however, noticing a few times later your strategy. He's laughing at that. You can't contain yourself and smile as well. That is fun! Again and again, you dodge. You are a master of the pit! A surge of adrenaline run through your veins and your brain blinds your sight with excitement. You lose yourself for a second there, Ryan! You take a few strong bumps now and then, but Lamar takes your hand every time to restart the game. You see sweat break from his body as well as yours. The end is near. Too bad, but everything sweet (and sweaty) ends. Good though for so you are alive!
Your strategy works. Lamar is getting tired. You were not imune to your own reigns over the pit. You feel your legs and arms wanting to give in. You need to take just one more jolt of strenght. You do it. You do it again. Another dodge. Another bump. Fuck, your legs want to give in. Don't give in. You notice Lamar is moving slower. One must give in to end this dance. Give up, Lamar. Give up already! He does. He does? Last bump wasn't strong enough and you feel his knee bumping into you thigh. He's falling. You get him on your arms. Good save, Ryan!
He laughs, "You got me this time, man".
"You got me before, I gotcha now!", you follow his laugh. You help him to stand at his feet. He bows to you.
"Enough for me!", you throws his arms on the air and you swear to heavens his satisfaction yell was too much similar to a howl. And there he goes, throwing himself at the crowd, disappearing within it. Enough for you too. You need a well deserved break. Your legs are begging, your arms screaming and your bladder too full for your own good. The adrenaline is running away through your fingers and all these lights, music and people were infecting your brain. You feel overwhelmed. You move away from the pit and you already notice two, three, four, five people going into it and bumping violently against each other. Good and sweet violence!
You take this opportunity to take a piss.
