<strong>Name:</strong>Octavia Lavinia<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>34<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>Mark V damaged leg<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>At 2019-12-09 12:18:17, Octavia Lavinia (uid: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142035)<br/><hr/>Although she could not literally smell blood, she saw a weakness in her opponent, and that was all she needed to regain some of her previous composure. Not only was there a weakness in the thing's structure, but apparently also in its attack protocols. As she slid along the floor, she had seen defeat barreling toward her, but then came the metallic clang of the attacking arm only grazing her. She was almost grateful for the way the sting energized her.<br/><br/>She was leveling her aim once again when the blood rushed to her head, lifted by the ensnaring contraption. She dangled there for a moment, doing her best to maintain the confidence that the near miss had given her, now having to struggle more than ever to use one hand to hold her shirt in place to keep it from falling and gathering around her face. Once more one-handed, but much closer to her target, she aimed at the damaged arm holding her.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, since you seem like the logical type, maybe you'll see the light and we can start negotiating for <em>your</em> surrender."</strong><br/><br/>She fired another round.