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Rolled 6, 2, 4, 3, 5, 5 = 25 (6d6)
Agent Asclepius brings up another gun and the trio of agents facing down these old hunters might start to feel better about their chances in a straight shootout.
But the words don't find purchase - the Old Man in charge growls, harsh, no tie-guy, they don't truck with the wood people.
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TS Liren: Come on, defuse the situation-- Easy, easy, we just need them to put the guns down a little bit . .
!! Team, they have an Overwatch! Dammit! Of course! They're probably military, ex or otherwise. Agent Sidewinder, get ready to intervene but if you set those two off now and they start firing, everyone is far too twitchy -- Easy--
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Agent Etch: Why you heff to be mad?
The Old Man narrows his eyes. He squats, to mirror Agent Etch. He considers these strange men in front of him...
Old Man: You know Shaya, then? Then this is . .. . Cлoжный.
>. . . The Old Man holds up a hand...
