It has a revolver style loader, fires 12inch long by 5cm wide armor piercing rounds and im not sure if you went through with the following changes but i also asked for thicker coils and an enlarged power supply.
fire a one second burst from my flamer at taviks character to get the altered off of him then resume incinerating the horde.
[con:6]
You fire a stream of white hot death down at your comrade, which succeeds not only on killing the altered but also melting whats left of your friend. Oh. As you stand there, feeling rather bad for your friend, an altered charges at you, twin heads full of fangs and a back coated in poison dripping barbs. You catch sight of it at the last second and try to jump out of the way.
[dex:1]
It slams directly into you, puncturing you with it's barbs and tearing off your left leg from the knee down with it's mouths. You go cartwheeling back, over the trench, and land in the mud beyond, poison already numbing your limbs.
((Ummm you appear to have missed the next part of my action))
Nah, I carried out the first part and left it there because I figured you might want to try and talk him into it or otherwise get some information out of him. Generally, if you give me a big list of actions, I'll carry them out till you hit a snag and then I'll let you either say to keep going or try to fix the problem.
Take the sword out of Doc's head. Prepare to avoid the next hit.
Are you alright? That would have killed a normal human.
You rip your blade free and leap backwards, feeling a something wiz just past your nose as you do. The doctor's bat slams into the ground with enough force to fracture the solid metal like a piece of glass.
The doctor straightens up, is skull knitting itself back together as he does.
"Good Good!" He says clapping his hands and throwing the handle of the bat away, "Many have died to that. Let their fear or worry get the best of them, or got cocky, assuming I was dead. Never assume anything is truly neutralized until it's been burnt to ash." He shakes his head, seemingly jerking himself away from some tangent he was about to embark on. "Good. Next, Live fire exercises." He walks back to the lockers, whips out a gauss rifle and stands a good 50 feet away.
"When you're ready."
Go to the man who asked to be punched and punch him in the chest.
You run up and punch Havel square in the chest with a loud clang as metal smacks into metal. You leave a couple of scratches, but you're not strong enough to really do damage.
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