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You've seen the Ghouls do this tactic back in the City. So if you're going to play dirty, you might as well imitate the best, even if they smell like shit. You grab one of the hollowed torsos at the top and hurl it down with terrible force -
>THROWING
>DOMINANT SUCCESS
- and watch as the broken body slams right into his center mass, sending him flying back into his fellows! The charge upwards is broken - send back to whence they came! You start hissing to yourself, but you're not done with them yet. You figure you can get away with this, being about a story up the mountain and wearing the protective Depths diving suit. How wonderful this armor protects you from the outside environs.
>DETONATE CORPSE
The split open Gray will be the one. With one set of arms, you throw the rigged corpse in their general direction and it lands right on top of the stunned and tangled mess. You bring a tarsal claw down on the detonator, a click, a beep, you brace, and then -
<span class="mu-s">POW!</span>
- DYNAMITE STICK x1
>FORCE: 7 - AUTOMATIC SUCCESS
The ground quakes! You stand yours with ease. Any shrapnel that comes flying up slices through the bodies in front, leaving you unharmed.
But while you're not gone with the blast wave, the blast wind roars throughout the shaft and sets all your ears a-ringing! You let out an involuntary squeak as your thorax and other body parts ache but find yourself unable to hear!
If you weren't already partially deaf from your years of service...
<span class="mu-r">INSTINCT 2 -> INSTINCT 1
Your ear drums have been ruptured!</span>
You certainly are deaf now.
But look! You regain balance, eager to survey the damage -
[CRUELTY] "HSHSHSHSH." You don't hear it but you are laughing all the same: deep, loud, and mocking. What a wonderful sight this all is!
<span class="mu-g">The blast wave has taken out a sizeable chunk of their forces.</span>
You see the broken bodies, limbs twisted this way, parts of the Gray and nameless bodies strewn that way, left behind, smashed apart, torn to bits, burned, blasted, butchered... all very good indeed. Amidst the scents of seared flesh and burnt earth, there's the horrid stench of gas masks successfully reduced to molten plastic and the tender smell of ... bananas? The blood is fresh, the blood is yours.
<span class="mu-r">The barricade is gone now...</span>
<span class="mu-g">... but everybody dead. You like that :)</span>
Big Iron enters your claws but you decide against it. There are stragglers but they're already dead. You swear you can see some "survivors" with their lungs forced through the valves of their gas masks. They're still struggling, crawling around with their mangled limbs, refusing to stop breathing, desperate, hopeless...
<span class="mu-g">[CRUELTY] It's a sight that fills your heart.
+COMPOSURE</span>
COMPOSURE: 2/3 (+1 max COMPOSURE from Night-Watch Mushroom Extract)
