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Rolled 64, 67, 87, 82, 33, 48 = 381 (6d100)
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28HP, 16Dmg, 8Dur
Okay, this one's definitely Orky. You get a feeling that it's the oldest of the whole lot you've fought by something like 2 Suns solar circuits; years, in this context: it's got roar-creases between the chop scars on its mug, the armor has moar recognizably armor-y parts on, and dat axx. A single-bladed guillotine on a whole iron haft.
You don't get kit like that without being on several biggy successful raids. It just so happens this one is among the runtyyer of its peers; several of the ones that are dressed like it and watching are fattyyer, with more built-up armor.
>Toady 82+18 vs 67
>HIT 33Dmg
>-8Dur -21HP
>MAKURULL 7HP
He holds the guillotine axe at his waist with the head behind him. Doesn't charge.
He wants you to do it. When you get in his Zone, he'll be tryna swing that at you.
>Foin.
You zigzag rush, closing with wide rings of movement.
He doesn't move, just his eyes on you.
>too SLOW!!
You're in! His armor's nothing against <span class="mu-b">Daggy</span>: two punch-gouges wiv <span class="mu-b">Daggy</span> and a paired slice-pry wiv Noiffy n Axxy and his whole front is ripped trash. Your blades run wild, opening bare meat.
Then the pommel of the guillotine axx rams you square inva chest, and while you're still falling, his grip swaps into an over-shoulder lever, and he brings the great blade down on you.
It punches through your desperate cross-block, cutting deep; doesn't split you in half, but the sheer weight goes right through you.
Dis grigger's seen how you fight, figgered he he got two rounds to put you down; he ate everything you dished out on purpose, just so's he can land a full <span class="mu-r">TCHOPP.</span>
>QM rollan 1 turn for Toady
