<br/>Initiative:<br/>Monster has +3 inititative:<br/>Roll 1: 10.<br/>Misery:<br/>Roll 2: 15.<br/>Francis:<br/>Roll 3: 6.<br/>Stessana:<br/>Roll 4: 16.<br/><br/><br/>The futuristic knight mounts her vehicle, starting it to to rise a few inches above the floor. She might want to grab the dark elf first, but the mistress of magic is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a voice speaks from out of thin air, just in front of the grav-bike. "Damn! It's chanting a spell!" Sounds Mizrel otherwordly accent.<br/>In a moment, she summons powerful sonic energy to discharge behind the monster.<br/>4PPE expended<br/>Horror checks for the creature and the three others behind it:<br/>Roll 1: 18. Roll 2: 15. Roll 3: 13. Roll 4: 6. All pass.<br/>Despite the thunderclap can be probably heard for a mile, and it's resound inside the bunker makes everybody deaf for a short second, it does nothing to intimidate the outerdimensional 'something'.<br/>Regardless of the noise, it has finished it's chant and extends it's pointy stump from which magical flames shoot out towards the nearest target, Francis.<br/>At the same time the projectiles from juicers rail gun cut the air as he has no mercy on the trigger.<br/><br/>No dodge as i heard? Damage:<br/>Roll 1: 2, 6, 6, 2 = 16.<br/>Roll 1: 6, 1, 2, 5 = 14.<br/>30 MDC damage from two firebolts.<br/>Francis shoots:<br/>Roll 1: 19.<br/>Roll 2: 8.<br/>Roll 3: 2.<br/>Roll 4: 9.<br/>Roll 5: 17.<br/>Roll 6: 19.<br/>Roll 7: 13.<br/>Monster tried to dodge the two lowest shots:<br/>Roll 1: 12. dodged<br/>Roll 2: 3. dodged<br/>Damage for 5 bursts:<br/>Roll 1: 3, 5, 3, 1, 4, 3 = 19.<br/>Roll 2: 2, 1, 6, 1, 1, 4 = 15.<br/>Roll 3: 5, 2, 4, 1, 6, 5 = 23.<br/>Roll 4: 4, 4, 1, 4, 4, 6 = 23.<br/>Roll 5: 3, 4, 3, 2, 5, 1 = 18.<br/>98 MDC. That's a lot. But the monster still is not dead.<br/><br/>Hellish flames from one side, torrent of hyper-fast metal from the other. This apocalypse is not end, but just beggining. Francis Harrison stands in his smouldering, blackened armour with feet wide and more smoke rising from his weapon. The monster had a lot of his flesh shot away, but still floats forward and waves it's appendages.<br/>The juicer's powerful hand bears the weight of the whole weapon for a moment when he throws Joseph a fusion block. The little explosive pack innocently rolls by his feet. The Deadbyoy grunt lying near him gaves a long and uneasy sigh. He already gave his vibro-knife away, now wants only to get out alive.