Rolled 1 + 6 (1d20 + 6)
>>6207708>>6207702The truth dawned on a now horrified Mog. He understood. Lincoln was making inroads with the queen. The party had more or less taken Lincoln's side over Czar Dhalsim. If the queen approved a wolf army to back Lincoln, they'd knock the lizard's out of the faction war. The ape's grand strategy probably relied on divide and conquer, they knew the wolves had renewed their strength after their prior losses. With the book burners out of the war, and less opponents to focus on, a rejuvenated Canis Lupin could back the remaining free cities and defeat Clayton. The pigs were a wildcard, but they'd like stay out of things to profit from the war, and even if they joined the fray again, they were the weakest of the bunch.
All of this explained why ape special forces were here in Canis Lupin, to conduct 'gorilla warfare', and prevent the wolves from taking Lincoln's side. Clayton was also probably afraid that a Canis Lupin that sided with Lincoln would join their regressive ways, turn to the Moon Goddess and reject technology, burn the Old One's works everywhere in the vast north. He was looking to make the 'ultimate soldier' he clearly knew about Xenarus, and the Old Ones. They had to stop him.
Mog made up his mind "Ursus, take him alive. I'll explain later. He's a mimic soldier, ape special forces. Be careful."
Then he surged forward, his muscles uncoiling as he lunged. He aimed for a feint, a deceptive arc as he tilted the left side of his head down, to bring the sword on his right up, making it seem like he was going for a downward crescent arc. In truth, he'd tilt his head the other way as he got within measure, bring his sword up in a rising cut. All of this, knowing the mimic would do everything he did, except better. The ape was younger, faster, probably even stronger, and he'd be trained from birth. But Mog had a wolf's cunning, and he had the love of his Goddess! The ape could not use the light of the moon!
>Attack roll. 
