Sokol swore under her breath, then aloud. "Fuck. Alright, new plan. Gwen, Roz, kneecap the bastard." she said, loading in another shell to the oversized rifle. Lining up a shot was almost second nature for her, it was like the mechanized armor she was in was designed for someone already trained in shooting. There was a loud crack of "DAKKA" singing through the air as the shell flew towards the Hellhound, this time aimed towards it's legs rather than head.<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">1 stamina for aim<br/>1 stamina for precision shot<br/>1 stamina to kneecap him<br/>Being the team savior: priceless<br/><br/>At 2016-10-16 21:52:51, ShadowFox89 (uid: 26413) rolls: 1d6a5 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95909) damage to the legs<br/>At 2016-10-16 21:51:11, ShadowFox89 (uid: 26413) rolls: 1d100 Result: 55 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95908) vs firearms 91</div></div>