Rolled 2, 1, 6, 5, 6, 4 = 24 (6d6)
>>6117108>>6116896>>6117150Markhan gathers speed like an avalanche. That's the trick to breachers. They start slow. But once they get going they're very hard to stop. Trooper scream. Shout orders. The Crows and Ravens are determined and resolute and dying. The pikes are breaking.
Markhan speeds up, braces, turns his shoulders just so, and hopes his heavy armor is up to the challenge. Sharp Sharps dash for the wounded, to extract them. Gunners are reloading with all the speed training can bring to bear. It won't be fast enough.
And then - a high crystalline sound sings out - and men wince and shudder. But Markhan gathers speed. And the thing he aiming towards stumbles for the merest moment and he comes slamming into the solid crystal facade like a battering ram. It has been proof against blade, blow, bullet and the bite of arrows. But sheer crushing, kinetic impact is hard for such crystal structure to bear and beneath the pounding of his own heart and the cries of the troopers around him Markhan can hear a soft tinkling like glass breaking.
That might also be Crushfists knee, which the Rikovian swings at the back of the Strainsword with all the boosted excess a fully utilized mobility kit can bring to bear. The creature stumbles first backwards, then fowards, as the twin impacts arrive in staggered succession THUD THUD and catch the strain-thing between them. It loses its grip on the sword crystal. Perhaps it was too slick with the blood of our friends. Two spearmen, still somehow standing, terrified but fighting, gawp and spot the obvious opening. They dive for the sword, a few pike-men join in, the thing is so enormously heavy it takes all of them to but drag it a mere meter but it is out of the reach of the thing. A brief victory.
It still has hands and it reaches up with indefeatigable focus to lock long jagged shard-fingers around Markhans pauldrons and then it starts to *squeeze*
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