And you all mocked Slog. Now he's here headbutting helmeted enemies. That's hardcore.
Al: Charge forward Get under and upward stab the one on the ledge.
Ciro: Clotcut the one on the ledge.
Slog: Use your slimeness to creep under the helmet and flip it.
Ritalia: BANG BANG MOTHERFUCKER!
The Mets pop out of their helmets, getting a preemptive strike. Al manages to dodge all of the foes' energy bullets by heading downward. You, Slog and Riltia are not so lucky. (Roll: 11, 11, 13
-4 Position! 1, 3 damage!) You're knocked back by two of the upper Met's lip-bullets, taking FOUR damage, but the last one flies off at an upward angle without even a chance of hitting you.
Riltia and Slog, crowded up against the lower Met, find themselves extremely easy targets. Due to their position, all three of its bullets strike them. (Roll: 16
+4 Position, 11
+4 Position, 13
+4 Position! 3, 3, 1 damage!) Slog takes the brunt of the attack for Riltia, soaking up a total of
SIX damage. Riltia takes a minor wound of
ONE damage from a final bullet.
(Roll: 1! Critical miss!) You try to properly aim you're Clot Cutter, but you're so off-guard from the last strike that it goes sailing through the air.
(Roll: 17-10 Position! Impossible action!) Al attempts to slice and dice the Metool from below the ledge, but there is literally no way for him to reach the robo-critter from down there.
(Roll: 2) Slog attempts to flip the little Met's helmet off by sliding under it, but he only manages to latch onto the top of the Met because Riltia executes a fatal strike against it.
(Roll: 16, 3 damage!) The hard-hatted foe disintegrates within moments of her slash.
(Roll: , ) A enormous blast of energy blindsides you, destroying the remaining Met from offscreen. You manage to dodge backward in the nick of time.