"I'll stand guard and make sure robots don't pile in after you guys," Grezzag says, giving his double axe a few warm-up twirls.
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Grezzag spins his axe and laughs as it churns through metal.
Grezzag wrenches his axe out of the downed robot, points at the other one, and moves in for more smashing!
"Spellcastin' Robots?! HEEEEEEEELL NAW!" Grezzag trumpets before continuing his onslaught.
Grezzag tries to blend the Robot Apprentice!
"I won't be outdone by a robot!" Grezzag promises, leaping into battle as well.
Damiel slinks up to the door and gets to work on the lock.
Damiel gets up near the Prince of Fluffs and drops a bomb out the window.
Damiel slips into the room and underhands a bomb into the wall between the windows. His delight in anticipation of a hearty bomb rests plainly on his face, but when the bomb goes unexpectedly wide...
A trickle of blood leaks out of the side of Damiel's mouth as he pulls away from his assailant, but at least he had the chance to give a little back in return!
Grezzag grabs Alldur by the scruff of his robes and hauls him back to safety. "SEE?! Nothing but trouble!" he says, pointing at the mangled robots. "Unless you've got some of your magical mumbo-jumbo to turn them off, I'll do it myself!"
"You've got to be s*!!ting me," Grezzag says with a shake of his head. Annoyed, he opens the next door.
Grezzag growls at the machine. Stepping up to it, he pushes a finger into it's face and shoves it a little. "Fine, I guess this one can hang around. For now. Don't come crying to me when it stabs you in the back though!"
Nodding his head, which quickly turns into bobbing, he trots over to the boy and slices the rope. Sheathing his knife, he gives Aurora a thumbs up.
Grezzag spits on the heap of scraps.
Grezzag takes the hit on his armor like the tank he is and laughs. "Not even a scratch. Let's see how you do!" With borderline manic glee, the Half-Orc gets his axe spinning.
Tibitz trots over to the nearest unconscious townsfolk and tries to patch up their wounds to at lest stop the bleeding.
Tibitz circles around and wedges one of the remaining Human beans between him and Zu. "You run now or more bad happenz!" he warns, waving his dagger in his direction.
Getting the nod from Zimdoz, Grezzag holds his axe in one hand and opens the door.
"The last strawz!" Tibitz squeaks in frustration. Diving between his assailant's legs, he bounces back up and tries to sink his dagger into a kidney.
"Youz activate our trap!" Tribitz claims as he scurries out of the center of the mass of Humans.
"Seriously? We just peeled your tin cans like pack of sardines and you're gonna throw s%%$ at us like you're gonna do something about it?" Grezzag taunts. Slow walking to one of the Azer, he casually delivers a vicious horizontal sweep with his axe.
Grezzag steps into the pair of Robots who dare imagine they can best him and begins hacking away.
"Now we can kill something that really needs killing!" Grezzag cheers as he swats the hammer harmlessly to the side. Running up to the robot, he tries to punch his axe through it's chest.
After Zimdoz fires his brutal opening blast, a magically accelerated Grezzag charges into the fray. "I kinda miss robots, you know? Something so satisfying about the way they crunch when you whack 'em!"
Grezzag stands there, drooling a little as their foe's sounds swirl his mind.
"I almost like killing bots more than this, but I won't say no to a good challenge either!" Grezzag grumbles before moving up to the Ooze and taking a swing at it.
Grezzag unleashes some of his best swings yet on their foe, proving that he just needs a moment to warm up before the real fighting starts!
"Alright, let's see how many tentacles I can lop off in a single swing!" Grezzag challenges as he starts up his signature blender technique with magically enhanced speed.
Grezzag stands his ground, double-axe at the ready. "If it isn't robots, it's demons! I bet they're in kahoots!"
Grezzag shouts as he does just that.
Grezzag doesn't manage to move quickly enough, catching the brunt of the steam across his arms and chest. Fortunately for some of the others, it blocks a lot of the blast. Fortunately for the Half-Orc, Poshment manages to ease his pain in short order.
"Enough of this charade, you've had your chance," Grezzag declares before he starts up his buzz saw again.
Grezzag grits his teeth as he takes the blows. As Alldur's magical blasts create an opening, he tries to spin his axe heads into it.
Grezzag draws his weapon and steps into the room, ready to bust up some robots. "Leave some for me, haha!"
Shame :/ I don't have another immediate replacement. We do still have four PC's. We could just keep on with who we have?
"Time for the blender!" Grezzag says as he spins his double axe before bringing it around horizontally.
After Zimdoz gets a chance to fire, Grezzag charges into the fray. "I can do this all day!"
Grezzag lumbers over to the remaining for and swings his axe from right to left, hoping to catch the Android at the waist.
Grezzag jogs around the corner and ducks down behind a wall with his ax at the ready. Let's see them come and take us now!
"Dunno what they're saying, but I think we're done here!" Grezzag says, brandishing his ax and moving towards the nearest one. "Time to bust them up!"
The Android's blow weakly glances off of Grezzag's breastplate, but the intent is all that the Half-Orc needs to justify an uptick in the severity of his response. "WHY YOU LITTLE-!" he roars, spinning his double sided axe in the air. Quickly reaching maximum speed, he brings it down upon the Android like a buzzsaw.
Without needing Poshment's encouragement, Grezzag leaps at the hostile Android in the corner of the room. Axe held high, he brings it down overhead. "I feel bad, Alldur, there usually isn't much left after I've chopped them up either!" Judging by his tone, he can't be too worked up about it...
"Piles of junk, whatever sham of an attempt for sentience ends here!" Grezzag shouts as he brings his axe down on the nearest Android.
I'll hold them off, get out while you can!" Grezzag calls back, hucking another vial of acid at the swarm.
Now that he's been warned against using his weapon, Grezzag follows Zimdoz's lead and throws his own flask of acid at the cloud once Poshment moves away from it. "Got more of that lightning Alldur? Don't think these dinky bottles are going to do the trick!"
"Alldur, can I axe this thing or am I going to have to use fire of my own?!" Grezzag asks urgently. Axe already in hand, he pulls out an Alchemists' Fire, just in case.
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