Quote from: ttagxamm;254273Zarko and the Gibbon watch Creature tumble overhead, booted by the goon.  The frankenstein lands in the pile of bodies with a grunt.  The goon rears up, waving its arms over its head in triumph.  Now Creature is behind Zarko.

The other goon winces when it puts weight on its swollen toe.  It looks dumbly back and forth between Buck and the goblin and slowly seems to realize the cause of its ouchie.  Clenching its teeth it growls and flexes at the two of you.

[I'll need initiative rolls from Creature, Buck and Zarko.  Let's try d10, +/- DEX modifier to ranged damage.]

Zarko sighs and turns to Buck.

"Rock and roll," he mutters. Then moves in to attack the goon.

Initiative: 4 + 4 = 8
Attack roll: 47 (my melee is 55, so that hits.)
Damage is a whopping 1.

Quote from: Age of Fable;254342"Hmm...that flashing sign was certainly very convincing. Yet I must do my duty. I tell you what. If you erase any recording you've made in the last 24 hours, and undertake not to record anything else for the next 24 hours, and let me continue my investigation in the arena, I'll see if I can get permission to just give you a verbal warning rather than arrest you."

The cyaborg nods, leaking a bit of emulsion fluid.  

"I.am.certain.this.is.all.a.mistake.officer. Thank.you"

[Need a percentile roll from Hobson]

Initiative: 10 + 2=12 rolled
Attack: 11
Damage: (makeshift club) 2 + 2=4

Initiative: 10 + 2=12 rolled
Attack: 11
Damage: (makeshift club) 2 + 2=4
http://www.wizards.com/dnd/dice/dice.htm

(sorry 'bout the double posting: i was trying to post my virtual roll sheet, but it didn't seem to record, so eh...)

Creature:

Initiative: 1
Attack: 03% HIT
Damage: 11
Saving Throw: 80% FAIL

[Need Saving Throws for Buck and Zarko.  Will try to update at lunch if time permits.]

Save Rolled: 65% (failed)

[48].

Recovering from the sudden shock of being felt up by the disenchanter, Quazarn sneers after it, "Go tell your friends, you third-rate louse."

He quickly gets to the business of staying the hell out of harm's way and looking for a way to assist his teammates.

Showing a dim spark of brains the goons both lunge for Creature.  Man, goblin and apes duck under their reaching arms and attack.  The goblin and the Gibbon both miss, wary of the goons stomping feet, but Buck gets in another glancing blow with his club.  

The goons converge on Creature, snarling and swinging their slab-like fists.  Their charge is reckless, their attack overwhelming, their timing...disastrous.  A sweeping backhand goes wild, and one goon pokes the other in the eye.  The blinded goon clutches its face, mewling, and Zarko sees his opening.  With a light kick to the back of its knees, the wary ape buckles the goon's legs.

And then Creature does something really, really violent*.  The medics, accustomed though they are to bloodsport, cover their eyes.  When they look again both of the goons lie sprawled and bleeding.

"Warg's piss," scowls one, throwing down his club.  "We're going to need a bigger stretcher."

[On account of your Critical Hit I ruled that any damage left over after dropping one goon would carry on to the other, and as it turned out this was enough to bring them both down.  Please feel free to fill in exactly what Creature did to accomplish this feat -- I'm dying to find out!

[What a crazy round this was: Critical Miss by one goon caused him to smack the other one.  The blinded goon critically botched *two* saving throw rolls -- 00 on the die both times! -- which meant his 8 point attack on Creature was lost!]

Quote from: Age of Fable"Hmm...that flashing sign was certainly very convincing. Yet I must do my duty. I tell you what. If you erase any recording you've made in the last 24 hours, and undertake not to record anything else for the next 24 hours, and let me continue my investigation in the arena, I'll see if I can get permission to just give you a verbal warning rather than arrest you."

Quote from: ttagxamm;254385The cyaborg nods, leaking a bit of emulsion fluid.  

"I.am.certain.this.is.all.a.mistake.officer. Thank.you"

The cyaborg pops open a panel on...let's call it her forehead.  She punches a quick sequence on a touchpad and shudders once.  She tears off a small printout from the back of her head and hands it to Hobson.

Reel 3494.0833-0833A: ERASED.  Disc Backup: DELETED

She steps back from the gate, allowing the hobling through to the ramp.

I greet Quazarn, then enter the arena, menacing anyone who comes close with my crossbow, looking for the others.

Hobson nods to Quazarn and strides into the arena with his crossbow leveled.  The rest of his companions stand over two fallen goons.  Elsewhere in the arena, goons lie unconscious or stand immobilized by blobs of spray-foam.  Here and there across the pitch the Brawl has resumed in earnest, as fighters take advantage of the chaos to cull the weak.  

Only one of the seven goons is still upright and unrestrained.  As Hobson watches it sniffs the air and whuffles.  Drool runs from the corner of its mouth.  Ignoring the whistle blasts of the dwarf wrangler it trots toward the heap of wounded and semi-conscious fighters.

Buck and the others stand ready, but the goblin apothecaries stop them from attacking.  The goon ignores them, instead seizing one of its fallen kin by the ankle and roughly dragging it away.  It sits back on it haunches and begins to gnaw on the other goon's calf, tearing off a chunk of flesh.  Before the cannibal can continue its meal it is sprayed down with foam.

The goblin medic squad jogs past Hobson, stretches in tow and smelling salts pump sprayers at the ready.  The loudspeaker crackles: "THE DISQUALIFIED FIGHTER HAS LEFT THE FIELD AND WILL BE...wait, he left the field? Where the f%#@ is he?...AND WILL BE DETAINED FOR QUESTIONING.  PLEASE CONTINUE BRAWLING."

QuoteAnd then Creature does something really, really violent*. The medics, accustomed though they are to bloodsport, cover their eyes. When they look again both of the goons lie sprawled and bleeding.

Creature grabs both wrists of the first goon and pulls his arms out...and then off, as the thugs shoulders give way like a turkey's wishbone.  Now armed with two..arms..Creature glowers at the remaining henchman.  Dropping one arm to the ground, he grips the other like a lousiville slugger and cranks out a swing worthy of Babe Xorblat, Hall of Fame Hobling-Wookie Outfielder of the God City Thunderbolts.  The bloody bludgeon connects with 2nd goons head and send it spinning almost 360 degrees.  His neck snaps with a sickening crack. His head dangles by a shred of skin and a fountain of arterial red showers the arena.