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Before you get out of the diggy hole you get out Moar Oww.
"<span class="mu-g">Be useful, spooky git. I'mma try get dat 'un, the Oggy wiv da goldy. Need yer ter mess widdim.</span>"
<span class="mu-i">•I shall need time.•</span>
"<span class="mu-g">Sign me when yer close. I warnt hiz lewtz.</span>"
<span class="mu-i">•Astounding strategic mind you have, Goblin•</span>
"<span class="mu-g">Yer muvva.</span>" you say, matter of factly. So long as the Bedsheet's more useful than aggravating you can maintain an incivil working relationship.
Moar Oww turns ghosty and starts moving in the general direction of the Oggy, while you make a show of creeping out like you're confused and bashed up, keeping distant from everyone, playing for time.
You start making for the Oggy and the Wolfy-stingy when Moar Oww's skeletal hand peeks out of the sand close to them, stays up two and a half beats signing at you before sinking back down.
The Wolfy-stingy spots you first, tries to scare you orf by baring its clamped jaws. When you dont slow it flings the Oggy away to face you.
Wolfy-stingy's been shot several times, and a couple gore holes where the Oggy stabbt it; when you veer your path to take its prey it lets you.
The Oggy, stumbling to right itself, can only try to dodge. Moar Oww's no longer in position to fuck with him, but YOU still are.
>Toady SUICIDEY 87+18, 10+18 vs Bobo Fatt pure defense 96, 39
>HITx1 39 + 1 Dewclaws
>-6Dur -8Dur -8HP
>Bobo Fatt 12Dur 272HP
The armor it has isn't worn, it's screwed or riveted right into the meat. Hardcore. And the meat when you cut it is tough. You don't know what it is, it feels extra fikk, or like your sliceys stop being sharp when it touches him, forcing you to muscle in.
Just as you finish the raver the Oggy stomps at you. It connects with your torso, doesn't hurt; you take the opportunity to run the dewclaws on your toes across the bottom of his feet before you're sent sailing off.
You don't fly far, using the Carrionrope to snag the ground to slow you, but when you've righted there's a goldy bow in his hands, goldy arrow nocked.
>eyy! Cheaty git!
>But I want vat too!
You charge, winding; Oggy raises the bow, following you; and Moar Oww bursts out under his feet, fucking with him.
>Toady 98+18 vs Bobo Fatt 36-15
>Hit 39
>-12Dur -15hp -5hp
>Bobo Fatt 253HP
>Bobo Fatt 51-15 vs Toady 97+4
>WIFF
It misses, lets go the bow just as you reach him; one hand up over his face to take the brunt of your killykilly, the other hand drawn back to the waist.
The empty hand clenches on air, but you know what it is.
>Noiff stance!
>Gutta gibb farst!
>Toady 74+18 vs Bobo Fatt 31-15
>HIT -39
>Bobo Fatt 216HP
>Bobo Fatt 74-15 vs Toady 41+4
>GAKK
>-2Dur -2HP
>Toady 6Dur 14+1HP
Not farst enuff; Carrionpede relies on a rain of blades instead of actual defense, betting on the target flinching or dying instead of eating an injury just to land a WHOMP.
The Oggy does exactly this. Your quality kludge eats most of it, n the nick wot got fru is closing, but less of this would be nice.
