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Nako takes a 5 ft step and swings at the Stridermander hoping to end this finally.
"Nobody makes me bleed my own blood!"
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Nako blinks a few times, grabs the curve blade, and activates her hyper racial ability to stand up. She slashes at the Stridermander.
Nako keeps up her assault.
"Hey Dakoyo! Could you help me out with some of that healing magic? I can't take much more of this!"
Full attack on black.
Nako full attacks her grappler with the curve blade.
Nako double moves in, screaming to draw attention to herself.
Nako takes the curve blade and stows her Dashko.
Nako pulls out her brass blaathorn and her mvindee finger drums and plays some soothing music.
Nako watches the surroundings carefully while Dakoyo renders aid.
"Our boss is back that way with a vehicle. It's a good place to relocate and rest while we try to locate the rest of the missing folks."
"We'll do our best to help you. Can you give is descriptions of your friends?"
"We're the rescue team, friend. Settle down now, you've got yourself in a bad scrape. We'll get you out. Any one else out here needing help?"
"This is not how you hug!"
Nako, expecting trouble, has her ember flame Dashko in her uppermost limbs, her tactical semi-auto pistol and a survival knife in her middle set of limbs, plus a sticky grenade in one of her lower limbs. She has one hand free. She moves forward 35 ft and focuses on total defense until her next turn.
"Alright, alright its a nice crack. Lets move on."
"Good idea boss! Besides, somebody should always stay with the get-away vehicle!"
"You had me at 'help'. C'mon boss! We can bag you a Stridermander, get you a refund, get paid, AND help some folks out." Nako says and starts ticking off ponts on one paw. "Thats win, win, win...win!" as she shows off four digits with a large grin on her face. "I've been practicing my counting." she whispers, clearly proud of herself.
"Awww but we traveled all this way to help our boss" Nako looks up at the impressive Vesk with adoration, "hunt some Stridermanders." Looking back at the fellow Skittermander, she says "You can help us out, can't you, Newfriend? The boss is a strong, tough warrior. We can handle it!"
Nako hoists the remorseful newfriend up and helps him towards the explosive. "Two minutes? That's plenty of time. Just tell Quonx here about how you built it."
Nako wipes tears from her eyes, "You poor misguided fool! You need a hug!" she says as she rushes forward and tries to hug () Zerastorfen.
"Who are you doing this for, your brother or yourself? What would Torastorfen want?"
Nako hugs the Vesk, "Cheer up! If you wouldn't have come, we wouldn't be best friends now!" which she follows with several hearty claps on the back before tending to her own wounds.
Nako switches to her Survival Knife.
Nako smirks at the fleeing Pahtra, "Scaredy cat." and rushes the (holy) self ambulatory armor (batman!), striking with her Dashko.
Wound Effect: 1-10= General: Bleed 1d6. Not sure if this will effect this enemy but I'll roll anyway.
Nako continues her frenzied attacks, desperate to be useful.
Nako's new found nihilism doesn't mesh well with her innate helpfulness and cheerfulness which drives her into a rage. She attacks the banner holding Dakoyo with in a frenzy.
Nako, feeling very concernedfor Dakoya tries to free her once again.
Nako begins feeling very nihilistic as she fails yet again to secure Dakoyo's freedom.
Nako rushes to aid Dakoyo again.
Looking somewhat defeated Nako says, "I think my muscles are broken..."
Nako tries to free herself.
"Tougher than it looks." Nako mutters before flexing her muscles again, trying to break Dakoyo free.
Nako will attempt to break Dakoyo free.
"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over."
The next 5 rolls, not counting bonuses from aid. Spoiler:
Nako begins moving heavy pieces in place to make a good base.
"Good idea Quonx! The boss wears heavy boots!"
Nako anties up the 2 credits and gets down to eating!
"As much as I love helping the boss with his business, it sure is nice to be home! What do you suppose is going on over here? A contest?!? Should we win it for the boss?!" Make smiles her sharp-toothed smile and rubs her six hands together in anticipation. |