<blockquote><div><cite>Big, Scary Power Armor wrote:</cite> Here, Kitty kitty! </div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/>The dull, robotic voice of the draconic mech's modulation system was already grating, but it was the words what she could only assume 'he' said that really made her grit her teeth in anger. Kitty. Really? As much as the term was an endearing one when coming from Celrie, to have not only Alexis, but also this power-armored brute - whom was seemingly an old man in a tin can - so objectively labeling her made her ears burn. Had it not been for the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she might have thought twice about tangling with the oversized metallic beast, especially without backup to pick out the more vulnerable attack points with her.<br/><br/>Now, though...with her heart hammering in her chest, her lust for battle fully roused, she could think of nothing sweeter than carving the armor into scrap. Casting a brief backwards glance at the opposition to the south of her, Arcea smirks faintly. They'd not lasted very long. Admittedly, it gave ample opportunity for the artillery to zero in and prepare to fire, so whilst their attack in and of itself had failed, it still gave opportunity for the 'big guns' to get ready. Growling under her breath, the fired-up feline turned her attention back to the approaching suit of armor, her shield arm tensing up for the oncoming blow. Judging by the engines revving up on it's back, it was preparing for something big...and she had a feeling taking a full blow from those razor-edged claws built into the hands would not be exceptionally good for her health.<br/><br/>Though her focus remains upon the mechanized threat, she is not completely oblivious to the two tele-gators whom had been rapidly approaching. Sure enough, they waver and blink out of existance, only for one to appear close to her flank...and the other to appear near Celrie, seemingly preparing to make a headlong rush towards her elvish friend. A tinge of frustration briefly colored her expression, her lips pulling back just slightly further to reveal the small, sharp white teeth hidden beneath. No way she could get to Celrie without just outright exposing her back to the oncoming rush of the armor, and a blow against her back could very well prove instantly fatal.<br/><br/>Then again, she did not relish the thought of the gator chewing on HER elf, either.<br/><br/>"Celrie! Fall back! I can handle this! Get away from the bloody gator!" Honestly, she was not entirely sure she COULD handle it, however eager she was to test herself against it. That armor looked tough, and having to deal with two gators AND the power armor would make her rather hard-pressed to find an opening to attack the massive suit, much less actually find a way to penetrate the thickened plates. Still, it got Celrie out of immediate danger, and....<br/><br/>...well, she'd figure something out.<br/><br/>Turning herself sideways, Arcea fully levels her shield at the oncoming metallic combatant, her thickly accented voice calling back in challenge "Careful what you ask for. This kitty has claws - an' Im about to carve you outta that tin can to get to the juicy center...!" Prepared to absorb the first blow from the power armor, Arcea prepares herself for the inevitable charge from her right that would put the gator within striking distance.<br/><br/>She did not have to wait long.<br/><br/>The gator's headlong rush - right for one of her exposed legs - seems as though it would work, and whilst even Arcea's boots were thick and protective, it hardly prevented a crushing bite from breaking the bone beneath, and...well, tasteless as they were, a gator likely hardly cared about flavor when there was a squirming feline right behind it. Opening it's jaws, the gator lunged sideways, it's head tilted to engulf the entirety of Arcea's leg in it's jaws....<br/><br/><br/>*SNAP*<br/><br/>At the last possible second, Arcea jerked her leg back, only to roughly stomp it down upon the gator's jaws as they snapped shut where her foot had been a mere milisecond before.<br/><br/>"No time to play with you." With a grunt of effort, the small Cal'Drua warrior crushed the psi-gator's jaws down into the snow, bringing her blade straight up over her head...and then downwards in a vicious stab, jabbing the gleaming tip right down between the beast's eyes "HrrrAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Her blow rings true, and she begins to grind the blade in deeper in an effort to stop the gator in it's tracks...<br/><br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/355605">Gator stabs!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/355757">Strength Damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/355756">Sword Damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><br/><br/><br/>The gator takes a total of 13 damage! 8 from strength, 5 from weapon damage!<br/><br/><br/>Arcea has positioned her shield towards the rangers and the oncoming power armor.<br/><br/>Against power armor - Parry is now 12<br/>Toughness - 16 (14 + 2 from Celrie)<br/><br/>Against Ranged - TN 4<br/>Toughness - 20 (18 + 2 from Celrie)<br/><br/>Against gator - If it survives, she no longer has the benefit of the shield. Parry is 8 vs gator. Armor still 12 (10 +2 from Celrie) against it.<br/><br/>I kinda took over the gator's action's for effect. XD Hope that's fine. 'Mock attack' and so forth!<br/><br/>))