((Er, from this point onward, red represents enemy rolls, for me at least.))
Propman pulled out his sword, the sound inaudible amongst the creaking and crashing noise of cardboard boxes pressing against one another, [2+2] but fumbles and trips on his boots, wasting precious time and leaving him open to an attack. [2] Luckily, the box beast that was charging before him was clumsier then even he, widely missing his general location as it futilely body-slammed into the ground, leaving it ripe for a counter if the pirate himself wasn't struggling to get back up.
The smith stood ready for a counter, waiting for his first adversary to come towards him. Like an anvil, he was intent on holding off whatever foes would go up against him while the adventurers worked as the hammer. {4} [8] the second box beast, having been repulsed by Zanzetkuken's blade, attempts to body slam him, [20] but only manages to leave itself in the perfect position for a counter, the seasoned artistan smashing his weapon against the creature with such force that it exploded in a wave of cardboard and foam.
[14] The humanoid golem saw Propman struggling on the ground too good of an opportunity to pass up, and stabbed him in the neck with its tube, surprisingly drawing blood as it pressed a large amount of skin from his side. [14-4(+2-2, effect canceled out by skilled opponent)] Propman winced in pain at the sudden strike, but managed to bash the tube out of the way using the flat of his blade before standing up into a defensive stance, also poking a small yet ultimately superficial hole into the golem's shield.
Two boxes on the large construct in the distance opened up to reveal pods of bottle rockets. {3} {4} it targeted Kyle and the Smith, and fired them. [6] the left pod started to emit smoke, but ultimately none of the rockets ever left their position, doing nothing but threatening to set their platform on fire as the box broke off of the machine and landed harmlessly onto the floor. [20] the right pod however, went off without a hitch, launching every rocket within it at the smith with horrifying accuracy, the lot of them being unavoidable as they exploded onto his arms and chest, setting him on fire.
[17-5] The smith instinctively dropped onto the floor and started to roll in order to put it out. Nonetheless, he wasn't going to be helping fight now.
((Dang, two 20s in a single post!))
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