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You draw your bow, gather your Qi. Release the long shot
>14
That is deviated by an Ink word - 偏
A last stand from the caligrapher - soon shut down by the mobile, harassing Sin Din.
The Rok Rider have noticed you. He'll return fire any second now...
Wait, he won't. Man Din managed to reach him with a Quicksteel-made Qi arrow, turning from a aerodynamic, air-splitting shape to a whirling blade of fury as Man Din shift from the Deer form to the Shark one, quickly dispelling the spirit.
The six of you (5 allies and turban guy) simply watch the kid believing himself untouchable screaming and plummeting to his demise.
His falling speed is cut just so slightly to not be lethal by the referee, which proceed to take his broken self away, leaving the puddle of gore at the point of impact.
"Situation?
Sin Din : <span class="mu-g">The towelhead is some strange fighter : he never acts first. However, when he takes damage his Qi flares up and the striker gets downed.</span>
- I can smell the Pain energy surrounding him... He's some kind of Martyr. Well, good thing I exactly know how to end this. YanEr, I'd appreciate if you could provide me with Qi"
Your reserves are starting to dry out, which is expected with how much you've fought.
>2 anons roll 1d100. DC : 60
