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Mochi Sun rolled 2 20-sided dice:
15, 14
Total: 29 (2-40)
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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:21 pm
He groaned. Not only was his sword back in the garage, a hulking Zero Bot Army was walking toward him. He had his Screwdriver Knife, luckily. He he prepped himself as some of the robots started clanking ever closer.
AC; 13
Health; 50
Luckily, this time he didn't klutz and leaped onto a bot, and stabbed it in the eye. It started freaking, which made Zigbon start getting yanked about via robot. A grunt and a couple of sparks slowed the robot to a halt, in which a struggle was born ripping the knife through the robot.
"Oi, this isn't going to be fun. I'll make a pie just for you, Zero!" He sliced the upper half of the bot in half. He stepped on the arm, which popped off. He picked up the Gatling Gun, and robots ate some bullets.
Health; 31
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Mochi Sun rolled 2 20-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 6:13 pm
He got socked in the face, losing the Gatling gun amongst his air for a few seconds. Some blood trickled from his nose and he snarled. "I'll kill you for ruining my coat." His top-hat was crooked, his suit stained on the collar. His rose was wilting, and his piercing eyes fixed on the few remaining of the army.
AC; 13
HP; 31
Zigbon ran, leaped, caught nothing. He turned tail before tripping on his lost Gatling gun he used before, and smacking a bot in the face with his. The bot stumbled and fell abruptly, quickly regaining it's footing. He was still trembling, shaky and blood caked forehead.
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Mochi Sun rolled 2 20-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 10:40 am
His knife was tingling. What to do, what to do, he thought. He was still struggling through his dazed vision, but he was able to parry some attacks. He punched a robot, hard.
"BAD IDEA!" He cried out, he snapped a bone or two in his hand. Crap! his thoughts were racing as fast as the adrenaline. What was with this guy, Zero, anyway? Getting pied isn't that harsh... is it? He shook the thought away, paying attention to Christmas Present, not Past.
AC;13
Health;31
His hand reaped a toll upon effectiveness in battle, since that robot was perfectly fine and he couldn't do a damn thing. He could see better now, great, so he jumped on a robot and leaped to another, running back to his garage. He heard flames roaring behind him. "JETPACKS? SERIOUSLY!" He cursed under his breath before reaching his garage. He took his Bolster Sword, raised it, and awaited the robots. Of course, his hand was gonna be a son of a ***** with his sword.
Great.
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