<strong>Name:</strong>Octavia Lavinia<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>50<br/><strong>Current armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Stunts in play:</strong>None this turn<br/><strong>Flaws in play:</strong>None this turn<br/><strong>Directing damage at:</strong>Mark V body<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>At 2019-11-20 23:29:00, Octavia Lavinia (uid: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141572)<br/><hr/><br/>Octavia gave a gracious bow to the crowd as she was introduced, her glasses slipping. She slid them back up her nose as she rose. There was something to be said for the higher tiers of the crowd, and for the overall tastes of the crowd at large, but they were not exactly her preferred company. The announcement system was a nice touch. A little tinny Octavia's tastes, but effective. If only it weren't projecting such a repulsive voice.<br/><br/>She continued to flourish and put on a display. Then the catchphrase came. It was the first time she had heard it, and she had to summon all of her composure not to visibly recoil, but her showmanship prevailed.<br/><br/>As several in the audience joined in a chant of<strong>"FUCK . . . THE . . . INTRUDERS"</strong>along with the announcer's words, both of Octavia's hands fluttered. Her right gloved hand tapped fingertips to her bottom lip in an exaggerated yawn. The left graced the audience with a long, unshaking middle finger. But the rumble of machinery put her own theatrics to an end. Her breath remained steady as she cataloged what she could of her latest challenge. Had to keep a straight face in the meantime.<br/><br/>Dangerous looking arms. Imposing size. More dangerous and more imposing cannon, most of all, perhaps due to the intimidating red dot sight more than anything else. She moved quickly, but gracefully, strafing while keeping an eye on her target. No hiding spots? No cover? This had to be a ranged fight more than anything else. Good. She could go toe-to-toe with that. Her primary defenses were gone, but so (theoretically) were her opponent's, and its size would be its disadvantage in that case. She considered starting off with a crippling shot -- her single special load. But she wanted to see the first shot from her opponent first and gauge the risk it presented first. Still strafing, she swung her right arm wide, drawing a bead on the center mass of her target and aiming a shot toward that overshadowing cannon.