"Fire proton torpedoes down the death star trench, got it." Sokol said, adjusting the HUD within her mech. There was a moment as the targeting computer sent data back to MAGI, coming back with a myriad of information. "Nothing escapes my sights...." the soldier whispered as she pulled the trigger. The shot range out, sailing through the air, and down the hellhound's throat.<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">At 2016-10-31 19:22:51, ShadowFox89 (uid: 26413) rolls: 1d6a5 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96545)<br/>At 2016-10-31 19:19:33, ShadowFox89 (uid: 26413) rolls: 1d100 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96544)<br/><br/> Aim, precision shot, shoot. Hitting the core.</div></div>