A certain thrill surged through Arcea's body when the gator's body slouched down and fell limp into the snow, mingling with the already surging adrenaline that pumped throughout her body. Though the 'true fights' of this scale she'd been in could be counted on a single hand, even those had started the same way. A trickle of fear that, once overcome, swelled into adrenaline and EAGERNESS - the trademark of the Cal'Drua, and the main reason they were considered a tribe not to be trifled with needlessly. Even now, Arcea's heart beat like a hammer in her chest, matching the rhythmic, eager flicking of her tail as she casually pushed the gator away with her thick leather boot.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Wrrrrrrttttccchhhh!*</span><br/><br/>She'd not honestly expected the mech to reach her before she could deal with the gator properly, but a single glance over the top of her shield showed the powerful metallic arm just within reach, and sure enough - the leap brought the dragonic mech right to her.<br/><br/>"Oh piss." She said simply, lifting her shield to ward off the oncoming swing.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Kah-Taaaaaang!* </span><br/><br/>Arcea felt the metallic arm come down upon her shield like a proverbial ton of bricks, the wicked farming tools - and was that a salad fork? - connecting squarely. Her arm instantly buckled under the immense pressure, the shield itself grinding into her shoulder as the sheer weight of the attack crushed her into the snow. Grunting with exertion, the barbarian feline forces her foot beneath her, pushing back up even as the power armor pushes down, trying to flatten her so it could more easily pulverize her. The result, surprisingly, was a momentary deadlock, the mechanized armor clicking and whirring and puffing up massive gouts of thick black smoke and steam, and Arcea herself groaning under the intense pressure, her legs and arm trembling and on the verge of giving in to the mechanical assault.<br/><br/>"Mmff...h-having none of that now..." she growled through her teeth, even as the armor began to slowly push her downwards. No - no chance she was gonna lose to this! Summoning every ounce of strength she could muster, Arcea tensed her arms and legs, and with a fearsome growl, threw herself against the shield. In that single second, the deadlock is broken, and the armor is sent stumbling back, thrown off by the far smaller feline "Rrrrr...RRAAAAHH! Imma cut you out of that bloody suit, you coward!"<br/><br/>With the immediate threat off balance, Arcea chances a single glance around the battlefield. Celrie had managed to at least stun the gator that had gone after her, which was an immense relief to Arcea. Had *HER* elf gotten eaten by a gator of all things, she'd have been quite upset...and likely made mincemeat of said gator before it could get away from her. Of course, it would have left the mech open to attack her exposed back, and that was not exactly something she wanted to do.<br/><br/>The resounding BOOM of the Artillery causes Arcea's attention to jerk sideways - noone had been caught in the blast, it seemed. Even the wolf had made it out, and that left noone the worse for--<br/><br/>*Gulp!!*<br/><br/>She spotted, just in the last second, the long, furry, red tail of Yasha disappear down the small marten's throat, becoming nothing but a thick, vaguely squirrelish bulge in her belly. The sight...was tantalizing....<br/><br/>For a single moment, Arcea admires the scene. The Marten's belly stuffed so wondrously full, and despite the amount of FUR on Yasha...she had a feeling the squirrel tasted quite delicious. Not to mention, settled into her stomach quite nicely. It made her mouth water. Fighting always riled her appetite, and now, in the heat of the moment....she could think of nothing better than grabbing that Marten by the scruff, opening her mouth...and stuffing her AND her squirrel meal right down her throat, filling her belly completely. Mmm, Yasha might have been nice to meet, but...Squirrel-stuffed-Marten sounded like a Divine way to end her day....<br/><br/>Alas, the thought was a fleeting one.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to the mech, Arcea took a quick sidestep, putting herself fully between Celrie and the big mechanical construct "Celrie....Grrr....I can hold this thing. Fall back while the gator is stunned!" The words thrown by the pudgy tamer running their direction set a wave of heat flushing through the feline's body "Looks like you need some new gators. We played too hard with these. They broke."<br/><br/><br/>Another clumsy swing by the power armor almost prompts Arcea to bite at the swinging arm and latch on - but as hungry as she suddenly felt, eating a big suit of metal was not exactly something she wanted to do. Instead, she takes the opportunity to swing in a massive overhead chop, bringing her blade down upon the mechanized beast's arm with a resounding *CLANG!*.<br/><br/>The shockwave nearly made her drop her weapon, sending a stinging vibration up her arm "Arrgh...oooohhh....that stuff is tough...!" She whispers, retracting her arm back behind the shield to give it a moment's rest. At best, she might shake something loose on the metallic behemoth. She needed to find something important...a battery, a energy line, something she could cut to shut it down without having to dice the far softer body inside.<br/><br/>That meant....she had to get it to open itself, if not to her, than to someone else.<br/><br/>"Hah! That's really all that tin can has to offer? Tell you what, scrapheap - I'll just send you to bed without dinner if you apologize nicely. Otherwise, I'll have to tan your old hide." It was a gamble, and a calculated one - positioning herself just beyond the fallen gator Arcea lifted her shield at the ready - with any luck, he'd trip over the corpse without even noticing it. If nothing else...she was sure she had his attention now...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>(( I....rolled a 1 on my attack roll with my d12. I spent a benny...rolled a 2. I spent another benny, rolled a 3. I'm pretty sure it simply wasn't meant to be on those rolls, so I spent 2 bennies and I won't even  post the pathetic results. x3<br/><br/>Rolled a 6 on my wild die, with a ace.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/358335">Mech attacks!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/358337">Raise!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><br/><br/>With the bonus of my weapon, brings the total attack to<span style="font-weight: bold"> 9 </span>against the Power armor<br/><br/>Damage is<span style="font-weight: bold"> 12, or 13 if I raised </span><br/><br/>Was hoping for some luck as it's already been stated that the armor is likely too heavy for most of us to get through. x3 Plus, it felt dramatic, and I'm all for dramatic!<br/><br/><br/>Arcea is taking a 2nd action with the penalty to 'taunt' the mech,<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/358900">Taunt the Mech wild!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><br/><br/>Total of<span style="font-weight: bold"> 5 </span>, with the +2 from her perk and the -2 from the additional action! We'll see how that works! ))<br/><br/><br/><br/>((Arcea Armor - Front (Melee) - 14, Celrie's buff ran out this turn<br/>Arcea's Parry is still 12 ))<br/>((Arcea Ranged armor (Front) - 18, TN to hit is still 4. ))