Rolled 11 (1d12)
>>5543580>>5543576With a battle cry sounding more like an irate baby crocodile than anything a warrior would make, Kiro showers a hail of bullets upon his foes. From his elevated prone position, the Marrok has some difficulty controlling the SMG’s recoil - the weapon unwieldy in his small hands. Nevertheless he manages to get half his shots on target. Striking both the Crab and the Spiker behind it. Their black, crystalline armour ripples at the impact points, the Spiker’s turning a dark grey afterwards.
<span class="mu-r">C2 takes one armour damage. Regenerating.
S5 armour down. Regenerating.</span>
“Huh,” Kiro remarks as the struck Crab immediately takes notice of him and begins to align its two claw-like weapons. “That looks familiar.” He pulls back behind the cable spool before the two red glowing barrels can get a bead on his partially exposed form.
“What does?” Cleo asks him impatiently. Still hunched down behind the stack of cable, waiting to spring.
“Their armour.” The OPs officer muses, as he clambers down a level. “It looks just like WEAVY’s when you hit it back on the observation deck.”
“Huh,” she huffs. “That’s right, it did feel kind of tingly too when I hit that Spiker with my shield. Like it sapped the strength out of my arm as I hit it.”
Meanwhile the Crab, unbeknownst to the two conversing crewmates, is unable to acquire its original target and decides to do the next best thing.
<span class="mu-b">C2 uses AP Convergence Beam for 1x8 damage.</span>
