[META] The Sardonic Irritation of the Empress - AS

[Doutei]

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HP: 16/20
Damage: 3 x 2 = 6 + 1 = 7
Military grade weapon: +1
Adept Offensive Style B: 1/2
Tevini is using her telekinesis!
2d6 Deal double damage on this attack, 2x per battle. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.

Two drawers of the filing cabinet flew open right as the slime monster sped by it, slicing through the slime from the sudden fast impact. It was kind of gross but she could tell she'd made a serious wound with her actions. It began to ooze slime everywhere while beginning to lose a bit of it's shape.

"Finish it off!" Tevini called to her team, unsure of what to do next. She'd done what she could but didn't think she had any tools she could use to kill the slime fast so they could move on.  

[Buzzwulf]

Engrav attacks the undead slime lusus!

The squishy monster was falling apart in gobs now, unable to hold itself together. Engrav ducked under a slap of it's wet, dissoving tail and slammed both fists into the thing's midriff. The undead monster let out a scream and collapsed, but Engrav's glasses beeped at him as it swelled slightly. He ducked behind a pillar just before the monster exploded into a gout of goo, splashing the area he had just been. Careful.

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Engrav Setlar
HP: 16/20
Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6
Artifact: Novice support style A (1/1), Adept Defense style B (1/2)
In Training: Special Ops

Engrav dodges using [Adept Defense style B]!

Engrav deals 5 damage! The boss is defeated!

 

[ImaginationsParadise]

Not being able to see put her at a disadvantage as the slime creature exploded. More slime to get off her hair. Least was to say it didn't get into her eyes. Polair couldn't help but kick a pile away not feeling really amused by it. Good riddance. Coming back to business, she spotted something with her bangles, the door to the control room!

Rushing her way in, Polair tried her best to power on the ship with the instructions from headquarters being given to her. The screens showed that the ship was in perfect conditions. That was such a good sign. The seadweller, even if she knew it would be controlled by a remote helmsman, placed her hands on the wheel. How many sweeps had she pretended steering a ship? Many. She had dreamt with this moment. And even if she couldn't see it happen...

She felt it.