"Summon (3) Arrow"
You summon up about two dozen giant, solid metal arrows. They're literally more like lances then arrows; if you have the strength to use these things they're gonna pin guys to walls from half a mile.
Spend one pool point into Strength and another into speed. Run up the stairs and grab the first person I see. Stab/beat/do whatever them to death. If there are multiple, hurl the first person I can grab into another. Try to take out at least two before sprinting away. Like a coward!
Larry's exoskeleton crackles with purplish discharge and expands as the muscles beneath it swell. Steam pours through the mouth of the suit and drifts from the shoulders, the body hot with magical energy. He turns and sprints, a blur of steam and carapcace, towards the east wall. He leaps from the first story to the second, catching the ledge with one hand and yanking himself up with one easy motion. Svante is the closest person, so he charges him. His hand closes around the wooden grip of the steak knife with enough force to crush it, and he swings a cutting blow straight at Svante's chest. Svante raises his bow in a defensive reaction and the blade slices straight through the mid-section of the bow, splitting it in two and carving a shallow gash across Svante's chest. The blade snaps and goes sailing off, leaving Larry with nothing but the handle that bursts into magical fragments and vanishes. He roars an incoherent cry and swings an uppercut toward Svante's chin. Svante staggers back, an ineffectual dodge, but Larry's blow falters as well, his massive strength only fractionally used; it catches Svante in the chin and knocks him back on his ass, but probably won't do more then leave a bruise.
Larry groans in annoyance as his magically imbued strength and speed dissipate.
If I can perceive Thrakor, point at him and use "Target Pointing Explode(3)". If not, "Summon Pokemon (3) Ally"
Well you can't perceive much of anything right now, so you instead burble out a different spell.
Only you don't. Because you only have 2 pool right now ya dingus. You used 5 up last turn, leaving you with 1. That 1 charged to two, and will charge to 4 at the end of this turn.
Instead, all you actually do this turn is...well...you grow some not very good eyes.
"YES REALLY!"
Chop chop chop time to kill!
"Really, man?"
Look him square in the eye and Mindfuck(2). Then push him over the edge when he freaks out.
Thrakor shouts a word at Squee and Squee staggers, clutching his head with one hand and swinging his knife wildly with the other.
"Where are you?! Whats with all these pink elephants?! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL CUT YOU GOOD!"
Thrakor moves to shove the disoriented Squee off the cliff, but one of Squee's random flails catches him in the hand, carving a shallow but painful gash across his palm. He yelps and jumps back.
"I GOT YOU! I GOT YOU! AND WHEN THESE SNAKES STOP DANCING IN MY EYES, I'M GONNA GUT YA!"
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Topic: Lexicon: Unconventional Weapons (Read 32011 times)