Tomin lets the sling take more of the rifle's weight as she walks toward the end of that battle, no longer active but not stowed in the middle of the still-ongoing offensive. Peripherally, she knows the strike team is moving through the opening that's been created.
She checks that the mountain of Rancor isn't lingering in pain. "Such a cruel thing to control creatures into fights they don't need." Moving near Zephrin, she adds "Too bad that tenacity wasn't harnessed to a better cause, but maybe he'll have some peace now."
And then, more quietly, "how disappointed do you think Master Saubet would be if I chat Rece there up about that gun? That thing properly ends a fight fast, doesn't it?"
Without Rancor (Open - 4 players, combat)
Re: Without Rancor (Open - 4 players, combat)
The Old Merc nods with respect at Zephrin and then slowly topples forward unmoving.
His rancor, possibly known as George, whines sadly at the sight of its fallen rider. With some medical attention the hardy beast should be back up on its feet, although who knows what to with it.
But more immediately, Republic forces are already moving in to assault the pens proper!
The din of screeches and roars from the huge complex grows louder, accompanied by the sound of blaster fire. But your task today is done, Old Merc is defeated and the way is open!
Hoper Victory!
His rancor, possibly known as George, whines sadly at the sight of its fallen rider. With some medical attention the hardy beast should be back up on its feet, although who knows what to with it.
But more immediately, Republic forces are already moving in to assault the pens proper!
The din of screeches and roars from the huge complex grows louder, accompanied by the sound of blaster fire. But your task today is done, Old Merc is defeated and the way is open!
Hoper Victory!
Co-GM • AEDT Timezone • We do these things not because they are easy, but because they are hard.