<strong>Name:</strong>Octavia Lavinia<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>31<br/><strong>Current armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Stunts in play:</strong>None<br/><strong>Flaws in play:</strong>None<br/><br/><strong>Directing damage at:</strong>Mark V arm<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>At 2019-12-10 22:37:12, Octavia Lavinia (uid: 58954) rolls: 2d6k-1 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142072)<br/><strong>Device defense roll (against claw):</strong>At 2019-12-10 18:08:37, Octavia Lavinia (uid: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142071)<br/><br/>Octavia slammed against the ground, her mind reeling as she struggled to sit up, propping herself up on one elbow as her environment returned to focus.<br/><br/>Realizing how close she was to the contraption, Octavia rolled away quickly. Toppling along the ground as she did, however, her top tore open, fully exposing her breasts, her nipples still puffy and sensitive from the former pink mist. She struggled to sling one arm across her chest to cover them, but not before the closest members of the crowd could see. She blushed brighter at the thought of having to cover herself.<br/><br/>Once again she held her pistol in two hands to train her aim, but the claw shot forward just as her wrists came down. Suddenly she felt the cable arrest her hands, and it took everything in her power to keep from dropping the pistol. She squeezed off another, barely aimed shot as she felt her arms entwined.<br/><hr/>