>>6065007>>6065009>>6065010>>6065061"Insectoid" doesn't accurately describe the abomination. The Nalkainen has the bodily appearance of a human skinned and cooked alive, the tendons and musculature on the exterior and a seared brown color, and that meat being less comparable to a man and more to a horse. The devices once used to monitor its biological functions coat it like a plate of armor. Underneath the brim what could easily be mistaken for a full face helmet lies its maw, still gleaming with the juices of its last meal.
Making sure not to swing toward Percival, you wave the bardiche like a flag overhead, sweeping the air to spread a cloud of copper dust. The Nalkainen skids to a stop, the slick floor causing it to glide along, and it changes its gaze to the wall. The minute wind fluctuations carry the cloud ever so slightly forward.
And with the click of a button, a spark shoots from the tip of the blade, and begins to dance along the copper particles like brewing lightning across the clouds. Thousands of nodes of particulate form a wall of levin, and the tip of the squatter's metal blade had strayed just too close. The electricity jumped from its crackling airborne state and sought out the grounded blade before coursing through the monster carrying it.
The Nalkainen goes limp for a moment, but unlike other aberrations, it crumbled to just a hand and knee. The axe-hand stays poised, ready to be swung.
Perhaps it has suffered this before, but now is your chance.
<span class="mu-b">The suit provides an additional 2d6 to the 8d6 roll.
Two anons, roll 5d6 to engage. Target 4 successes.</span>
