<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Resolution</div><div class="spoiler_body">3, 4, 1, 3, 5, 3  Discipline 2, Strength 4.  Madness 2, Strength 5.  Players have 4 successes.<br/>May's Roll: 1,2,1...+3 Successes!<br/><strong>PAIN: 5, 3, 5, 2, 1</strong>  3 Successes, Strength 5.  Pain is Dominating (2x5 vs 1x5).  <strong>+1 Coin of Despair</strong></div></div><br/>Ninja die in droves, but their sacrifice is not in vain!  Kamikaze tactics do little to stop the two Monitors, but the explosions are another matter, and in a matter of moments the two are forced apart, falling back enough to permit you to run for it.  Even then, even as you scramble out and away, more ninja leap into the fray to protect your back and hold the foe at bay according to their giri and Yoshiro's orders.<br/><br/>For one dread moment, it seems as though the statues might still force their way past to stop you from escaping, but then all the remaining ninja detonate their charges at once and the Monitors are reduced to splinters.<br/><br/>Red-hot, jagged, ballistic splinters, several of which hit both of you, but then you are out through the doors and down the stairs in the chillier air of the Mad City as the building creaks and sags behind you and the smoke from the carnage inside pours out like dragon's breath.<br/><br/>Just outside, you find yourselves the object of a probing stare from a scruffy young man in a paramedic's uniform leaning against the hood of an ambulance that...looks...strangely human.  He tilts his head, eyes lingering on May's breasts for a moment before he snaps his attention back to the two of you instead.  There are dark circles under his eyes and a thermos beside him on the hood.<br/><br/>"You guys okay?"  He grins boyishly.  "Yeah, dumb question.  I should ask if you need medical help after all that.  What'd you do, summon a grenade launcher?"<br/><br/><br/>