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standing over her unconscious body.
TALIESIN: I was about to say, is it in any way
that going to give her a little cover, at the very
least?
MATT: Probably not.
TALIESIN: I’ll move in and then move around–
well, no, goddamn it.
MATT: It’s up to you.
TALIESIN: I’m going to take a couple shots and see
how this goes.
MATT: Go for it. Take those shots, Molly.
TALIESIN: Because I can use some hits that are all
right.
SAM: Take those shots, Mollymauk.
TALIESIN: Yeah, that’s what we’re doing. First
hit.
LIAM: Don’t throw away your shot.
TALIESIN: I’m not throwing away my shot. That’s a
22 to hit.
MATT: That hits.
TALIESIN: Let’s get that first thing. That’s 12
points of damage?
MATT: 12 points of damage, all righty. Next
strike?
TALIESIN: Next strike. That definitely hit. That’s
24.
MATT: Yep, roll damage on this one.
TALIESIN: (counting) That’s ten points of damage.
MATT: Ten points of damage. How do you want to do
this? The blades are spinning, grinding around.
TALIESIN: I’ve got that one really soft blade and
I’m rolling it, and I want to see that one little
opening and I want it to bend. The sword bends and
does that Chinese martial art thing where it goes
and pops all the way into the center of it, and I
go wrist deep into the thing.
MATT: The edges of the armor scrape against your
flesh, pushing and cutting past skin, causing
blood to drip down your arm, but this is a natural
state for you. As the arm pushes into the center,
there’s a flash of blue light, and the interior of
its armored shell (electricity crackling). It’s
like a glow on the inside of a cracked, dark orb,
as all the individual sections where the plate
armors meet suddenly glow with a bright, vibrant
blue-white light, and then go dark, and the whole
metal object hits the ground. All the legs go
limp, and it rolls a little bit to one side, now
inert and no longer functioning as a construct.
LIAM: That was a Chow Yun-Fat moment.
TALIESIN: I got a new die, baby. Does it look
familiar, motherfucker?
SAM: Is it the Snitch?
TALIESIN: It’s the nega-Snitch.
MATT: The nega-Snitch.
SAM: Where did you get that?
TALIESIN: I found the place where the Snitch came
from. I had the woman make me one out of iron.
MATT: I love it.
TALIESIN: Boom, motherfucker.
MATT: We’ll see how it fares.