<div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/zelda/images/7/72/Guardian_Artwork.png/revision/latest?cb=20160622181257)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Duregar Security Solutions Dungeon Defence Automaton Mark V<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>1<br/><strong>Body:</strong>38 HP | 2 Armor<br/><strong>Legs:</strong>0/5/8/8/8/8 HP (5 legs left) | 0 Armor<br/><br/><strong>Attacks in play:</strong>Firing Laser<br/><strong>Directing damage at:</strong>Octavia<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>At 2019-12-29 14:20:13, Automaton (uid: 62815) rolls: 4d6k2 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142842)<br/><strong>Crowd’s disposition to Octavia:</strong>-2<br/><strong>Environment:</strong>At 2019-12-29 14:23:26, Environment (uid: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142843)<br/><hr/><br/>The shot rang through the arena, completely missing the machine, despite it being a huge target. The bullet dug into the floor on the far side of the arena with a hollow thud, just under the noses of the Dark Elf delegation who chuckled haughtily. The dwarves whooped at the sight of Octavia’s chest swinging freely as she tried to wriggle away from the machines hold on her wrists.<br/><br/>The eye glowed steadily as the charging sound stopped. There was only a millisecond to prepare for what coming. At point blank range the laser cascaded over the elf, blinding hot white light enveloping her with a searing heat. You could feel it whip and ripple across you painfully, as if standing in a hot furnace where a hurricane was blazing. Finally it stopped.<br/><br/>Still Octavia hung from the claw, alive as well, but the blast had ripped most of her clothes to shreds. Riding boots and gloves were fine, as were the cuffs where the robot held the woman, but the rest was gone. Behind Octavia, the last burning scraps of her pants, coat and undergarments were spiralling to the ground. Her Hair was luckily only lightly singed at the tips, but right now she was smoking hot. Literally, a few wisps of smoke were rising from her body where small hairs had been burnt away. Her skin felt as if she had been burnt from laying in the sun for too long, that could have been worse.<br/><br/>Many in the crowd whooped at the elves exposed body and many different suggestions were shouted about things that could be done to her. None of it sounded good. The automaton shook Octavia a little as one would do with a nigh empty bottle to check its contents, determining she was still alive. The machine managed to determine that the elf was still holding on to her gun.<strong>"Cessation of your resistance is imminent; calculated with a ninety five percent confidence interval. Discard your weapons to switch from battle mode to punishment mode. You will be non-lethally harmed."</strong>it bleared again.<br/>