<strong>Name:</strong>Octavia Lavinia<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>35<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 body<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>At 2019-12-03 16:45:24, Octavia Lavinia (uid: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141907)<br/><hr/><br/>As the cloud cleared, Octavia leveled a shot. Before she could pull the trigger, however, she too-late realized how close the machine had gotten and how expansive its reach was. The clawed appendage sent her sailing. It took her a moment to right herself and catch her breath from the blow, which had caught her square across her midsection. Slowly she rose back to her feet, tapping the barrel of one of her pistols against her forehead and then toward the machine in a mock tip-of-the-hat.<strong>"Next time maybe don't program your little toy to give me a distance advantage, you cretins."</strong><br/><br/>The legs, given the previous attack, were an attractive target, but she had to stay focused. The body could probably continue shooting without the legs, but the legs would likely be of no use without the body.<br/><br/>Blowing a kiss to the crowd, she slowed her breath and leveled her pistol once again, staying resolute as she concentrated on not jerking the trigger as she pulled.