This time, your shot is true... and the blast of acid literally punches a hole from one side of the creature's torso to the next, rattling his insides up good and proper. A good hit... and with good effect, as little scraps of metal fall away from the hole, bringing Jack another step away from "armored terror" and another step toward "oversized scarecrow."<br/><br/>"What he said!" Sharille chuckles, and takes a step back... before taking another sweeping, spinning slash at the construct's knee ((called shot)). Unfortunately, only one of the strikes actually connects... but it does manage to chip away a piece of the joint, and causes the construct to shake unsteadily. With a roar of rage, the thing turns its attention back on you... and lurches forward to slam a large, jagged fist into your stomach, taking the wind clear out of your sails (6 damage).