(( Just wanted to share, I actually recently had some work done on an Arcea's character so I didn't have to use someone else's character picture! So, here's the more 'official' look of our barbarian 'princess' Arcea! This is not done yet, as it'll get some shading and possibly some color in the future...and I'll upload those as well!<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>This also kinda depicts her armor the way I envision it! Her circlet of beauty, her...well, yeah. Everything is there pretty much cept the sword and shield!))<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s36.photobucket.com/user/CassyInko/media/Arcea_zpsddau2cv0.jpg.html"><img alt="Image" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e42/CassyInko/Arcea_zpsddau2cv0.jpg"/></a><br/><br/>((In the future, might have some vore, or maybe a less-clothed version, or...who knows! We'll see!<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/><br/><br/>Okay, so said I'd wait...but was feeling creative, went ahead and rolled my dice to attack, with the results as follows. Might be a smidge on the 'sloppily written' side because I don't feel wonderful, but I had fun writing it, so...x3))<br/><br/><br/>The yowls of her tribesmates briefly draws Arcea's attention - it appeared as though they were having troubles of their own, but from what she could not quite tell. Still, whatever those troubles might be, she had a feeling that Krello and Prata were right in the middle of it, likely taking care of it along with the rest of her tribemates. Still, it was another worry for her to think about, and not something she needed distracting her right at this moment. She could tend to her people once she had a moment to breathe.<br/><br/>Something this mech seemed disinclined to give to her.<br/><br/>The...well, she wasn't sure WHAT was in the armor, she could only assume it was another raccoon...and his little taunt about 'tying her up and giving her to his wife' sent another flush of red-hot anger through the cat's entire body, making her tail stand stiff behind her. Capture? Phah - she'd rather die. There was no worse dishonor than getting captured by the enemy, it was better to die on the field of battle than fall victim and come under the whims of one's foes. Not that she particularly wanted to die here in the middle of nowhere, of course...<br/><br/>Shaking such dire thoughts from her mind, Arcea focuses on her foe, brilliant emerald eyes picking over the hulking mechanical foe bit by bit, The way it moved, the way it's joints ground together, the way it half-stepped, half-stumbled in the snow. By all rights, it was a foe she should not have been tangling with alone. The thick metal was nearly impossible to penetrate, even with her magically enchanted blade, and actually finding a weakness on the brute was like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. There was just so many...GIZMOS, she couldn't quite figure out what worked what, which gears and leaders and wires controlled which appendage, and even what to attack to at least partially injure the construct, or wound the driver within.<br/><br/>It was frustrating. Worse, because...eventually, it would get a lucky hit in on her. Eventually, those farming implements might find a way past her shield, or it would simply crush her under it's weight...and it was unlikely she'd survive long beyond that. It boiled down to two things - find a weakness and exploit it, or distract it long enough for Celrie or one of the others to aid her.<br/><br/><br/>In the back of her mind, she knew she likely should retreat. Fall back, use the terrain a little more to her advantage, force the others into conflict with it...<br/><br/>...But that might let it hurt them. Might let it hurt Celrie...<br/><br/>That thought is enough to make her battlelust flare once more, her eyes narrowing at the mechanical beast as it's occupant taunts her again "Like hell you'll give me to that chubby tub!" She retorts, backing away a little further beyond the gator's corpse "An if you call me kitty one more time, I'm going to--gah!' Arcea never gets to finish her sentence before Gasket sweeps his arm at her, forcing her to duck beneath his grab - though the sharpened claws were still on the end of his hand, he'd not tried to skewer her...but SNATCH her!<br/><br/>Oh heck no.<br/><br/>And he'd just called her kitty. Again.<br/><br/>That was about enough of that.<br/><br/>The clumsy grab is instantly responded to with a harsh stab right at the joint of 'elbow', a high-pitched *Skreeee!* of metal rending the air. No effect. Her blade, whilst it cut the metal, didn't penetrate deeply enough. It also allowed a clumsy backhand to be swung at her, and one she didn't manage to dodge this time. Lifting her shield just in time, she met the oncoming swing with all her weight...which was not anywhere near enough to resist being knocked backwards a few good steps.<br/><br/>Grunting under the strain put on her arm, Arcea readjusted her grip on her weapon and dove back right towards the mechs chest. Another stab, another screech of metal...and another swipe, one she managed to just dive to the side to avoid this time. Ugh, this was getting her nowhere, and nowhere fast. She had to find a vulnerability...something vital, something her sword could penetrate and--<br/><br/>--THERE!!!<br/><br/>The joint right between the mech's head and neck. Ugh, too high up to get to easily, and it left her open to simply being grabbed and slung off if she tried to climb up it. Frustration after frustration.<br/><br/>Waving the thick, smoky steam away from her face with her shield, Arcea half-heartedly jabbed her sword towards the mech's chest again, her blade easily knocked to the side this time. Another backhanded swing from Gasket, and...<br/><br/>Quick as lightning, Arcea ducked under the swing, and as the big mech's torso twisted with the weight of his metallic arm, SLAMMED herself against his side with all of her might. She was not large enough and nowhere near weighty enough to make the big metallic beast fall, but all she needed was a stumble. A stumble that might never have come, had it not been for the gratuitous amounts of alcohol the mech's driver had been drinking. With a screech of metal, the big mech went down onto it's knee, and Arcea took the opportunity.<br/><br/>"What'd I say?! CALL ME KITTY...AND I'M COMING INTO THAT TIN CAN AFTER YOU!" Clutching her sword tightly, Arcea jumped up on the back of the mech's leg, hopped up on it's back, and dove onto it's shoulders, wrapping her arm around it's 'neck' area from behind. With her shield over it's face, her fingers dug into the spots where the eyes should be, the barbarian feline began to wildly stab her blade down into the space between the mech's neck and shoulder.<br/><br/>Skreee! A miss!<br/><br/>SKrrrrrrch! A hit! Sloppy, but she'd hit SOMETHING...<br/><br/>*SLrrrrrrcccch!*<br/><br/>Whether it be luck or skill, Arcea's wild, flailing stabs finally manage to find purchase, her blade sinking in up to the pommel inside the big metal suit's chest cavity, cutting fuel lines and electrical wiring as it went. Whilst the metal on the outside was simply too much for her to cut, too thick for her blade to penetrate....the slight vulnerabilities in the joints were more than enough to take advantage of. With a hiss, the armor locked up, the thick black gouts of smoke that had been bellowing out of it suddenly halting....<br/><br/><br/>...And like that, the armor tilted...tilted...and then crashed to the ground, Arcea riding it down atop it's back with her blade still buried in it's neck. She had no idea if she'd injured the occupant, but it SEEMED as though the armor was at least down for the count "Grrr....what'd I tell you? Like a tin can. I'll be back for you later. Drink up - it might be your last."<br/><br/>Shiiiink!<br/><br/>With a deep growl, Arcea pulled her sword from the armor's joint, standing up tall atop it's back. Casting a sidelong glance at the crossbow users, she gauged the distance between them - too far to get there quickly. That left...<br/><br/>The Marten.<br/><br/>Slowly, EVER so slowly, Arcea turns her emerald green eyes towards the Marten. The one who'd devoured her newfound friend. That...tasty...delectable little squirrel. Mmm. It was...only fair to return the favor, right? Besides, what better way to force the Marten to caught her up, than to...threaten her with a lengthy digestion of her own. The thought sent a little shiver down her spine, a chill of eagerness, of excitement. Mmm, she looked so delectable, and with her belly domed with the squirrel's form...quite filling.<br/><br/>Blade in hand, Arcea hopped off the downed armor, and began to stalk towards the Marten, her tongue curling eagerly along her lips. Oh, this was going to be...delightful!<br/><br/><br/>((I have no idea if I can attack then move, but...with nothing else immediately close to me, I think I'll head towards the squirrel.<br/><br/>Also, I mighta went into a little more 'dramatic detail' that was really needed...and I'm not even sure I killed the armor, as I'm not sure if it's a minion or a wildcard. I assumed the former, but...I might be wrong! In that event, let me know and I'll retcon my post a little bit so I didn't topple it over and such! x3<br/><br/>I...thought my damage was going to be horrible, but I ended up getting a lucky ace on my damage dice, so I went from 9 damage to 19 damage...a raise vs. the mech's armor, resulting in shaken + a wound!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361569">Megamech stabs! Rawr mode!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">12</span><br/><br/>My 12 is enough to hit and raise vs it's parry, I believe, giving me an extra 1d6 damage...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361571">Sword damage!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">9</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361570">Stab damage!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span><br/><br/>Sword + strength damage...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361572">http://orokos.com/roll/361572</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/>Followed by Raise damage, which I aced on.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361573">http://orokos.com/roll/361573</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span><br/><br/>Total of<span style="font-weight: bold"> 19 damage </span>to Gasket! ))