Prettymonk is diving for cover, making a 14-foot high backflip before landing behind a thick clump of cultist orc corpses (that sadly did not have even a measly topaz in their collective stomachs).
I stay right where I am, far away from the commotion and not being pointed at by a huge gun.
"YA MUCKLEHEADS COULDN'T FRAK TH' BROAD SIDE OF A BARN"
Tha's a miss. Return fire.
FWAHAHAH, KEEP THE HEAT COMIN' YA NANCIES
Can I see the gatling gun?
Okay. Does it resemble this or a more "modern" version?
*appears*
Matt Damon?
Keepin' th' artillery comin'. "COMON Y' YELLERBELLIED WARTHOGS"
Run in an' claim th' gun. Time t' upgrade from Ol' Bessy.
Galdarmmit.
Look 'round fer a cart.
I move in to loot the bodies after the battle is over.
I look at the orcs to see if they're all dead, or if I can question one.
Kinna make a cart?
The puppet has an AC of... Ummm... 10 - 3 Dex +4 size +3 natural =14. splash damage sets it to running around in terror.
MATT DAMON MATT DAMON MATT DAMON MATT DAMON!!!!!!!!!!
Mmmmmmmmmg. Mmmmmmmg.
I loot the cultists!
I'll go over to Prettymonk and see if we can communicate by drawing pictures in the dirt and improvising sign language.
MATT DAMON!!!
*suddenly disappears into another thread*
I start doing interpretative dance again. I am communicating to SnowJade that I think the machine gun was a weak, useless weapon. And that that Cyrus is hiding something.
"Mmmmmmmmmg mg mg mmmmmmg mg mmmmmmg."
She's a little bit abstruse here. I point to Cyrus and shake my head.
I nod nod nod. She really understood me!
"Mmmmmmmg!"
I point to my eyes, gesture to Cyrus, and make inquiring gestures. We'll keep an eye on him, yes?
Yeah, that's true. He does look good. Even though he probably is a scumbag.
"Mmmmmg."
I push away the orc bodies with my foot and wipe my hands on my tunic.
"They don't even have weapons!"
I peer through the door.
Razza frazzin. Welp, least know ain't gonna wander off on us. Take all the ammo, tho. Ain't gonna let 'nother team o' cultist git behind us 'n' start shootin' 'gain.
Hey, she really understood me! I smile and nod back at her.
Of course. Ready to kick ass and chew bubble gum. With awesome poses.
"Mmmmmmg mg."
I do. With awesome poses.
I conjure some Dancing Lights, and position them around and behind her, so that they don't ruin her eyesight.
All the way until I find something interesting.
OMH: Gatling gun rounds. You have a shotgun.
Well I know that, I ain't stupid. But rounds in mah pocket is rounds ain't gettin' shot at us.
Foller after th' dancin' girl. Let 'er scout ahead a bit... twenty, no thirty feet behind 'er.