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Rolled 100, 67, 76, 42, 29, 13 = 327 (6d100)
"<span class="mu-g">C'mon Tubbo. Yer buttbuddies rr waitn."
"<span class="mu-s">WAAAAAH</span>" He bello s alone. No one's joining. He squeaks a little at the end, lal.
In spite of his shout he's keeping his basher across and ahead; tryna keep YOU out.
Nope.
>Toady 92+11 vs Victim3 70
>HIT
>3/32HP
>Victim3 36 vs Toady 52+4
>WIFF
You don't try to open his gut, he's got so much of it you might not get all the way through.
Since he's so nice to offer you his kludge basher, you accept: the Carrionpede slithers up the haft and long wound begins from the backs of his hands up his arms, a short renovation of the face, and as he flails trying to smack you, a slashy cascade down his back, taking out sinews at the side of the waist, the backs of the knees.
You're reset and ready for anuvva combo, finish him orf, when a full-sized longchoppa comes in from the sidelines, into his shoulders.
Fatty's on his knees. His last moments.
Two moar matter-of-fact chops splits his head open.
Your challenger has armor and helmet on, anna longchoppa.
"<span class="mu-s">Mm cuttn queue.</span>"
"Yer funnerlal."</span>
