<strong>Name:</strong>Octavia Lavinia<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>41<br/><strong>Current armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Stunts in play:</strong>None<br/><strong>Flaws in play:</strong>None<br/><strong>Directing damage at:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Environment resistance roll</strong>: At 2019-12-01 09:01:09, Octavia Lavinia (uid: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141823)<br/><hr/><br/>Upon hearing the tinny commands issuing from the automaton, Octavia couldn't resist the urge to slow her strafing enough to catch her breath and respond in kind.<strong>"I hope you all know I'll be using your expensive little toy for parts when this is all said and done."</strong>She sped up again as the laser prepared to fire.<br/><br/>Then she found her typically graceful means of flight and tactical positioning violently disrupted, first by the sudden buffeting of the explosions around her, and then by the ominous click of the floor beneath her. She prepared herself for another explosion, and there was one of sorts. She caught her breath just as the pink cloud engulfed her. It had to be poison of some kind.<br/><br/>She shifted her weight from left foot to right, ready to tumble for better positioning, but she couldn't get her bearings. For the first time her life she was furious at the sound of the adoring crowd, unable to even clearly hear the machine's movements. She took a knee and began to strategize. If she was pinned down, she had to make the most of her time, to at least prepare her next shot. She slipped her hand into her jacket and retrieved a special round: a highly-explosive shot that could even the odds. If the machine approached before the cloud evaporated, well, it would just be that much harder to miss.<br/><br/>She opened one break-action pistol, but she had bigger problems now. Ordinarily she could have held her breath much longer, but her heart was beating too fast from the chase, and she was struggling, her eyes watering from the exertion and clouding her view as she tried to chamber the round.<br/><br/>It clinked against the entry. Now her hands were shaking. It clinked again, then slipped from her fingers into the pink cloud, starting to roll away. She began crawling after it, feeling for it. And that's when she gasped for air, inhaling mouthfuls of the pink cloud, one after the other as her lungs overreacted to their previous strain.<br/><br/>Goosebumps immediately broke out along her arms, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She managed to rise again to one knee and was suddenly aware that the air around her was still warm from the previous explosions, and the warmth was somehow making it all the worse. Although her jacket covered it for now, she could feel her nipples harden and tent the white top beneath, the sensation of the fabric against them making her legs shake a little. She clicked her pistol back. Regular rounds would have to do. The stakes had been raised.<br/><br/>