<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate(X) Endurance(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.(X) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>7(10)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>3[6]<strong>CP:</strong>2(8)<strong>AT:</strong>1<br/><hr/><br/>"Because, my dear Fox, between the way you dress and the way you move you'd inspire lust in almost anyone or anything. Clearly the universe has a thing for<em>foxy ladies</em>." The helmeted head winked at his companion as he rumbled forward with gathering speed. Between his head start and longer stride Draken wasn't far behind the foxy tail and he was rather more intimidating when approaching at a dead run... at least until you've seen Fox kick a man's head off. Again. For the fifth time in as many strides. But that was the price you paid for be gorgeous and skilled rather then hulking and unstoppable.<br/><br/>As he started smashing through the rearmost ranks of the goons he called out to his comrades. "I shall seek to freeze the dragon's fire, I'll leave the mechanical and the mortal to you two. I've no doubt that what the Rat can't wrench, the Fox can enchant... just make sure you knock 'um out<em>before</em>they get grabby M'Lady, I've got<em>plans</em>for you!" The savage grin the helm conveyed was not comforting as he tirelessly continued through the horde... nether were the crunching or squishing sounds that accompanied each step.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Maneuver roll of 3 AP + Endurance<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=72929<br/><br/>Result: 3 Strike dice + 2 Charge dice for an Awesome Token on the opening roll.... <em>somebody</em> up there <em>likes</em> me!</div></div>