<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>2/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor<br/><br/><strong>Attacks in play:</strong>Leg Swipe<br/><strong>Directing damage at:</strong>Octavia<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>At 2019-12-09 15:36:01, Automaton (uid: 62815) rolls: 2d6k1 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142038)<br/><strong>Crowd’s disposition to Octavia:</strong>0<br/><strong>Environment:</strong>At 2019-12-09 15:37:26, Environment (uid: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142039)<br/><hr/>Snappy! The crowd roared as the bullet hit the damaged leg again, sending sparks flying as the bullet collided with the mechanics underneath the armour plates. The Automaton buzzed for a few seconds as its internal mechanisms processed the context around the word ‘surrender’ before realising that Octavia did not actually surrender. This time however the arm did not miss. It smacked Olivia straight across the cheek, leaving an angry red cut and sending her head spinning.<strong>”I am not programmed to surrender”</strong>It blared as the eye buzzed, trying to get a focus on Octavia. It seemed to have spotted something, devising a new tactic.<br/><br/>The buzzing sound of servomotors moving in precision mode came annoyingly close as the arm that had just smacked Octavia returned. There was something different about it. The claw had moved its four toes into two pairs, like tweezers as it approached Octavia’s stomach. There was not an option to run anywhere as it got caught on the hem of Octavia’s shirt, suddenly pulling it down across her face. The crowd gasped and Octavia would have lost them completely had she not just won over a portion with her snazzy remark. The blouse gathered around Octavia’s face as the machine kept it there, not completely pulling it off. That did not deter the crowd, some of them starting to chant<strong>“TAKE IT OFF!”</strong>rhythmically. One could always rely on the dwarves to be horny bastards.<br/>