>>6111548From around the corner, three men step forward, brandishing wooden clubs.
Two are wearing this heavy metal brace around their legs that extends all the way up to their torso, just the lower back. From the front you can only tell that the metal parts in the front serve to bind the thing to their legs, and that the bulk of the machine sits behind the heel and rises up to the knee. Their shoes seem to have been modified, but they’re quite the ways away. The distance is too great.
“Hoooo,” remarks one of the scrappy underdwellers in their weird undercity accent as he steps forward, looking up at the engineer on the ceiling. “What’s all this?”
You can tell he hasn’t immediately recognized you as a person. He sees you, but at this distance, with this lighting, atop the ramp and behind the sights of a crossbow, you might just look like some tool and a bag. Not sure how long that’s going to keep up, especially if you have to adjust your aim.
Anything more wild than adjusting this lung shot for distance would give you away.
>Shoot them as soon as you line up a good shot (Engage: 7d6t1)>Wait until he draws closer so Fahy flanks them 