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The aim was just a bit off, perhaps because the creature had lurched, perhaps because Noah hadn't gotten it quite right on the first try. He adjusted the launcher for a little more precision, then slapped the lever to fire it, beaming proudly. He was helping.

((Tally: 7))

Al smiled at Noah, thank god someone knew what was going on! He was so unbelievably relieved. He approached Noah with his left hand outstretched in greeting - a dagger was promptly shoved into it. He tilted his head and boggled at it. It was so small, how could it ever?...

He was still looking it over as he was lead to a launcher and placed against it. He stopped when Noah had to pull the hand aside to strap it in. Wait. What were the straps for? Team up for what? He felt the straps tighten and it took his breath away. "Um. Why are?"... He caught that grin and his heart sunk past his stomach and now resided somewhere along his small intestine. "Noah?" He tugged frantically at his restraints, "NOAH WHAT ARE Y-?!" His heart was now shaking hands with his tonsils instead as he soared through the air.

((rerolling...))

Sun Division
Increased dice bonus

Jeremy put his arms up dutifully, but not unlike a child getting dressed by a parent. "I'm going to FLY?! THAT'S SO COOL!" He beamed, clearly the most proud thing in existence, and just had to turn to find someone he knew to tell them. Because this was awesome.

"OTTO HEY OTTO! I'M GOING TO FLY!" He told his bestest buddy in the whole world as loudly as he could muster, his mouth opening in a wide 'O' of surprise as the boy in question went flying into the air. YAY HIS BUDDY WAS FLYING TOO! He hopped from one foot to the other excitedly, keening in interest as Marcus suddenly had his full attention. A rare thing from the wide-eyed blonde.

"I'm Jeremy! I think so, things are all like---Hey are we going to fly now? Lunch yes, but after flying. I want to fly, Marcus!" And then he got his wish.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jeremy yelled into the rush of wind as he was launched, landing as loudly as anyone expected onto the Creature's head, instantly embedding his daggers deep into what looked like some softer spots on the kaiju thing. Once they were in, he paused to look at the sights, completely and one-hundred-percent unafraid. "THIS IS SO COOOOOOL!" He practically squealed with delight, hopping down to grab the zip line back to the ground, landing beside Marcus with the happiest grin known to man simply plastered onto his lips.

"Let's do that again!"

[[DEATH RE-ROLL]]

Bonus: 6 x 12 + 5= 79

Ami- having moved attentions from Otto, then onto Mark, and now back to Otto- now looked at the Death hunter with concern.

"I'm sure it was fanastic, but I don't intend to give it a go myself. Though rest assured I would do it if needed," she said quickly. "More importantly, are you hurt anywhere?"

She turned him around, brushing his hair down (whilst standing on her tiptoes, even though he was only a few inches taller). "I don't see anything obtrusive ..." She'd rather give him a fullbody life-lab's-certified run down, but she knew he would fuss and fight her the whole way. "Again then?"

Moon Division

A weak apology filtered out immediately after Abbi realized she had made the man jump and wince, the teen terribly skittish more so than usual in the heat of all the crazy going on's. Both of her hands had come together to wring against the other in worried agitation, bouncing from foot to foot as she spoke. The smile Ripley gave made Abbi begin a pout and when he made such a poor joke, one hand detached from its sister to snap out in a quick, light smack against his arm.
"Its against the rules to get hurt! I won't be up there to protect you which is, yanno, my job!" But there seemed little else she could do to dissuade him from being launched at the monster, and since time was of vast importance in this situation, the teen turned back to quickly scoop up the grappling hook with its odd straps.
A cursory face that resembled a not very upset pout was given to Finn as he passed by before Abbi stepped forward to begin strapping Ripley in.

"When you fly, you're gonna wanna keep your elbows in and your knees bent, but apart." She briefed him, her own knees bent just a little so that her face was level with the bottom of his chest, arms momentarily wrapped around him before she began to knot the straps. "Don't wiggle, keep your limbs tense but not locked. Do not lock any of your joints or you'll regret it once you land." For once she sounded almost serious despite her red face, quick to move around to his back. With a scrunch of her nose she flicked off some of the blue goo. "And when you land, if you've got space to roll you should try that. If not, well uh... I'm not really sure about that so aim for a spot to roll."
As serious as she sounded, Abbi could not stop the rush of her words so when she finished she darted back to Ripley's front to give him another pout.
"So uh... Good luck." The teen gave him a curt nod and turned away. Halfway through the turn she whirled back and jumped, one hand stuck way up to pat him quickly on the head before she turned fully to run away.

Instead of the casual, carefully aimed thing Abbi wanted, she slipped at the last minute on her own feet and crashed into the mechanism, sloppily catching herself against the rigging that sent the grappling hook, and its cargo, careening off.
Uhhh... Whoops?

Total: 1+ 5 (Moon Bonus)= 6

[Sun Division]
[Attack phase 1/3]
[Bonus 3]
[Damage 14]

Rep raised a brow slightly at Harrison, he remembered what it had felt like to earnestly believe he was a dragon, to actually have wings and a tail, to be lethal and dangerous. Reverting had been a downgrade but one he had been happy to tolerate because it brought him back to the side of his guys without all the strangeness and twisted up memories. Now he wished he could go back, be delusional and stay thinking he was someone else for the sake of being what Harrison needed and clearly wanted. He felt inadequate and that was hardly the way he wanted to go into a battle.

"I remember being that Rep." he said as he was strapped in. "All the other mes have it way too ******** easy."

He narrowed his eyes, a veil of anger over the hurt. "And I'll come back. I might no have wings like you are used to, but I sure as ******** can fly."

He wasn't afraid as he was launched at the creature, it was like using his fear, Tracey in his head quietly and vicariously exulted in the sensations, and even when he hit the tail and was forced to cling for dear life, he wasn't distressed or upset.

There was nothing else to think of up here but surviving.

When he drove the infuser daggers into the creatures hide, it was with every bit of frustration he had in him.

He ziplined back to Harrison and gestured at the machine. "Again. Better."

TOTAL DAMAGE = 42