>>5550520>>5550518>>5550296>>5550294Kiro's slide is textbook, gun arm braced against the ground, body half rotated to let both his feet and tail control his motion. A difficult position to aim from but that was the point of getting low and close to the target. The Marrok aims low, relying on his weapon’s recoil to stitch holes up his enemy’s exposed belly and maximising shots on target at this critical moment.
>Rolled 17,17, 4, 14His recoil control is a little too perfect, however, the first two shots flying beneath the airborne C2 and instead striking S5 twice - the first shot causing a cascading ripple of white at the impact point before the second chips its now grey armour.
<span class="mu-r">S5 Armour down. Regenerating. S5 Health 2/3.</span>
The remaining shots act more predictably, striking Crab twice in a similar fashion as it descends into Kiro’s line of fire.
<span class="mu-r">C2 Armour down. C2 Health 1/8. Armour destroyed.</span>
The Crab finishes its descent as the small reptile slides to a halt - just shy of the end of the crates beside him. There is a tremendous crash, the hapless Spiker in its path bringing the Crab to a groaning halt abruptly. Cracks race across the dull grey surface of C1, but are soon lost from sight as an enveloping white fire erupts from within its body.
<span class="mu-r">C2 destroyed.</span>
At the same time, Coen pulls the trigger.
>Rolled 16 modified to 8. On target.The pulse laser burns through a crate of spare parts, lancing out to unerringly strike exactly where the Laedra man knew his target to be. As promised, he made the shot. A La’afette never misses after all.
<span class="mu-b">Trait unlocked: Deadeye - Whatever weapon he uses, Coen is granted an additional re-roll on every shot until he misses. On a miss this trait deactivates until the end of the encounter. (Multi-shot weapons require every shot to hit to not count as a miss.)</span>
The welding tank is melted through, the volatile gases stored within escaping in a hissing cloud. It takes only a moment for the right fuel-air mix to develop before the glowing wound in the side of the tank ignites the concoction.
<span class="mu-s">WHUMP!</span>
You shield your eyes reflexively, the dimmer in your cracked visor not quite compensating as it should. With a concussive blast, the world quickly transitions from yellow to white.
<span class="mu-r">Welding fuel ignites. Radius: 1. Damage: 4.</span>
