((Can I use the field manipulator at my current position?))
Well, even if that manipulator had its keypad, which it doesn't, it's hard to type things in when your arms are fucked like they are.
Figure out if I can control the field manipulator from current position.
If so: Melt one of the asshole's arms
If not: See if i can fire laser of gauss rifle at him.
If yes to laser: fire at arm
If yes to rifle: ascertain whether or not firing would hurt me. If not, fire.
The guy just yanked your arms out of their sockets, you can't even move or feel them anymore, let alone get the guns you just dropped.
"Who here has explosives training?"
OOC: Can we get a map please?
No one raises their hand.
Map: Blue is Adrian, green is Mason, purple is Victor's head, yellow is faith, brown is Ivan.
((Ouch. I'll try to finish this before Milno dies. I just wish my striking rolls were as good as my endurance ones.))
Elbow Jim's head against the ground as hard as possible. Reverse any of Jim's attacks.
Jim pounces forward to grapple Milno again. But rather than try to lock him, Jim merely tries to pin his shoulders to the ground for three seconds.
[Jim dex roll:2]
[Milno dex roll:1]
Milno tries to stand but the smooth ground of the ring slips beneath his feet and he falls face first again. Jim takes the opportunity to flop down on him.
[Jim strength roll:1]
[milno strength roll:6]
With a grunt of anger Milno shoves jim up, brings his feet up to meet the tin man's chest and kicks him off with all his might. Jim flies several feet back and lands against the ropes of the ring.
(Milno is getting tired. -1 to rolls.)
Elisaz takes in the new enemy, most probably an alien or mutant. He charges out with the rest of his comrades, both weapons at the ready.
You charge for the front line, looking out at the enemies before you as you do. It's hard to tell from this distance, but everyone over there looks human enough. Except for that...thing...some sort of giant spider? Or...does that man have 6 arms? As you get closer you can see that the enemy you're fighting are what appear to be humans, but each has been altered in some way. They're a nightmare bestiary of engineered flesh; fangs and claws and acid and poison gas and all manner of death dealing limbs and organs flail and stab and grind in that shrieking mass.
You reach a trench and dive in. Something calls out in warbling, deep tones as it flies over head, carrying a dozen corpses with it.
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