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Aren't we busy saving the world?

Mal doesn't want to go too deeply into this, but as part of the medieval atmosphere, it will be understood that their gods are false, because they cannot remain on our lands if they worship aught but Christ. If you have no heart for assimilating them, and truly wish them to retain their pagan gods, I suppose we can slaughter them all as a means of cutting the Gordian Knot and foregoing further debates.

Not calling them "false gods" avoids the unneeded insult thing I was talking about earlier. Especially since they might follow the same religion, or a very similar one worshiping the same god (e.g. Christianity vs. Judaism).
Asking, quote, "What false gods do you worship?" is a good way to antagonize them while simultaneously making assumptions that may not hold true.

As for whether they resemble goats, Sam Stone is standing in a village full of them right now, over a hundred in total, and from the balcony seat that I'm sitting in, their resemblance to goats is uncanny both in appearance and in fetid odour. Not only does their hairy and thick-skinned, overall sinewy, physiognomy suggest something bestial within them, but in my observations of their social and mental faculties I have been able to remark something akin to an animal cunning, like that of the goat or the fox, and a social inclination like to the pack instincts of the wolf, but nothing as yet approaching a show of true human intellect or the nobler social impulses.

I think we hit it dead on when we started calling them baabars, to be quite candid. 

Your description seems more...boarish to me. Boars also tend to be more stubborn and contentious than goats.
What sounds to wild boars make?

Just interrogate him honourably for christ's sake (meaning no torture and no outright insult. I am opposed to the use of "baabar", which only makes me think of that one elephant with a crown and a green suit.). I have no interest in the gods they are worshipping right now (from an in-character perspective)

No objections here. If talking about how we will ask about their religion is causing such debate...it's probably not worth it.
As for baabars, maybe I just don't like stealing terms from real-world history when we can make up one just as good or better on our own.

I dunno, generally I've seen them depicted as not regenerating damage done by them, maybe taking extra damage.
Since gnomes don't regenerate anyway (well, ok, technically they do, but not in any kind of combat-useful timeframe), and have vastly less durability, it's not really much of an advantage.

At this point are gnomes are more numerous and thus more expendable. And they have better scientific minds for screwing around with those things in the first place.

Both true.

What the fuck.

Edit: No seriously. What the... What?

... What?

+1

Okay, so tomorrow starts my trip to the states so i won't be updating nearly as much. If combat starts updating, Auto pilot Conny. Selina will be asleep until the end of the fight so i'll tackle that when we get there. I'll try to keep up to date as much as possible, but i have a lot to do so no promises.

Another option is to implement the procedure we were about to do when you thought you were leaving.
Unless it's a really short-term thing.

Oh, and have fun in the US. Assuming those are the states you were talking about.

And Ali's only red and blue cord are linked to Angel. Yay for puppy love!

Poor Angel. Poor Alistair, when Angel tries to politely point out that she is only five, while Alistair is twice her age...

Send them to hold up various stores as a test. Should any object, slay them.

[6] Now you have different administrative difficulties: You've been buried under cash registers, bags of pennies, rolls or quarters, and one person's haul of several thousand candy bars.

Okay then. *cracks neck* Let's do this.
Send out a burst of radiation, then immediately put up a shield.

[1] You send out several beams of radiation, missing all three assailants, and then [2] put up three shields each about 60 degrees off from the assailants. [4,1,5v1] You stand still as one bullet enters your shoulder, another enters the shooter's foot, and the last one entangles you in webs.

Finn goes wide-eyed, feeling a brutal sting of pain as the tendril tears into him.

At this moment a variety of thoughts enter his mind. Many of them being the seemingly endless repetition of expletives, a few lamenting the failure of his armor, but a pair of thoughts actually manage to escape his mouth through gritted teeth.

"What the hell kind of hero are you? Violent bastard..."

At that moment he tries to incapacitate his attacker by shifting his armor and any metal around onto him as a sort of full body restraint.

Blast spikes out in all directions to prevent trapping, then hit him in the head with my club arm.

[5] Finn traps Kyle's arm, [4] but feels a couple spikes graze his neck and joints where the armor was weakened, [6] also getting stuck.
Kyle is neatly bound by his own arms and his opponent's armor, while Finn will probably be bleeding severely once the tendrils are removed.

did you really think you could come alone and expect to kill me in my own apartment?
Thats just f***ing insulting... i think its time someone taught you a lesson in respect...

throw puny human out the window, recover taser.
If puny human fails to exit through window, administer unholy beatdown of savage wrath and throw him through wall.

When they said demon, he was expecting something smaller, not this... thing.
Dick stared hard at the Demon; A huge winged creature, overshadowing his girth. The two punches it had landed staggered him, more due to surprise than force. And his elbow... he really should've tested his strength more. Tch.

"Tough asshole, aren't you,", Dick laughed, the pain already receding behind a wall of adrenalin. "Never fought someone bigger than me before, heh."

He held his elbow in one arm, tugging it in an attempt to relocate the joint. This is it, he thought, a perfect test for my new powers. I'm going to need some help for this one with my new little friend...

Dick took out a single pill from the container and popped it into his mouth. He began to chew it.

"Showtime."

Realign my elbow, and charge at the demon with all I got. Focus on trying to take him down so I can get solid hits on his face or get his wings off. If I can't ground him, just barrage the demon with attacks so it can't counter.

The two take a moment to stare dramatically at each other, one adjusting his stance while the other tosses a pill in his mouth and [6] unsticks his elbow hard enough to hurt his flesh arm. [3v1+1] Anakel charges fast enough that Winston is still fixing his arm, and [3v5-1] grabs at thin air. [2v6] Granted, Winston's opening jab is also pretty poorly-aimed, [4v4,4v5] while the next round of struggle ends very slightly worse for Winston--mostly due to the heat. [5v3] The demon finally gets a solid hold on the cyborg, [3,3+1] tossing him at a window hard enough that his leg breaks through it. Winston gets up, [5v3-1;6] is grabbed, and grabs onto the demon's wing before being hurled out of the window. [6;3] With an iron grip, Winston holds onto the wing, pulling it out of position and dragging the demon halfway through the jagged glass before ripping a chunk of the leathery membrane off.

Ask Gary and Tobias if they can protect me from magic.

It depends on the magic, the preparations done beforehand, and who is actually there.

Keep reading them news as well as anything else around here. Dawn should come eventually.

Interesting news in general: [5] Lucky you. You skim through a news article, and your eyes note a stray word: "Messiah". It seems that she has taken to calling herself Paladin, although her registered name in the Parahuman Database is "Shining Paladin," and is thought to be living somewhere in Chicago at the moment.

i walk down the street and punch the face of anyone wearing a suit, then i take their wallet

[4] Person punched! [2] Half a dozen people abruptly locate alleys, phonebooths*, etc.
*Due in part to lobbying by various superheroes, many opaque phonebooths have remained in operation in Chicago. Their reasonable price--a quarter per first half-hour--mean that slightly fewer people carry cell phones.

What. What-what. Irving had to do a literal double take at the drones around him. Ho-how? They... They have-THEY HAVE NO THOUGHTS?! WHAT IS THIS?! That can't be right, that has to be wrong, they do things by themselves, they have to have thoughts of some kind, surely he wasn't too late, surely... Irving clutched himself as he moved to a nearby wall, thinking. Something isn't right... He can't be too late, can he? Surely he can't be the only... Only thinking person left? Maybe they're blocking his signal? A virus implanted in his helmet perhaps? He needed to get outta here, he needed to find someone with thoughts besides himself, it couldn't just be him and the cronies, could it? Please let it be a fluke...

[2] NO REPRIEVE.

"True. And thank you!"
Angel grabs the book pointed to.
"Which room is mine?"

Oh.

...Good to know. Also, race is evidently a trait determined by a single gene. Probably easier that way.