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The massive star lancer, and the rider atop the odd deep space denizen, flow as one unit in the face of Yahs' attacks. A mop strike parried by one of the thing's tetrad of wings sets up the rider to perfectly riposte the followup plasmoid punch. What was usually a failsafe against such defenses, the flurry of blows strikes nothing but air. Indeed, this was a true warrior well trained against such martial attacks.

But, as always, numbers matter. So while Yahs distracted the duo, Lazuli chose her moment to lash out with a sticky psuedopod (sprouting forth like the first verdant tendrils in spring) and ripping the rider free from the shark-like terror. The graceful rider extends its arms wide, using the silver spear like a balance beam to land on its feet in a way that would make even the dreaded cyclopean kitties sit up and say meow. What the rider failed to see coming though was the 10,000 itchy, hungry offspring that had exuded from Lazuli's reproductive organs.

The counterattack from the rider is rapid and effective, the spear tip bursting Lazuli's bubble. As the metal cuts, she feels a heightened sense of fear as if watching her internal organs being devastated by the blade...the rider was in her mind as much as the blade was in her body.

Meanwhile the star lancer, blocked on the ground by Lou and Yahs, takes flight into the open space of the hollow deck (without provoking OA). It quickly doubles back to assist its bonded rider, dive bombing Squishy with its pointy nose...the impaling horn is rough and cold.

Laz takes 33 dmg. Yahs and Lou are within a move of both enemies. Laz is in melee with both.

Lou is up to finish round 1.

All others may post actions for top of round 2 as well. Tarto has come to help with her space rifle and will act on Celsior's turn.

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Round 1:
Celsior/Tarto, Lazuli, Yahs
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Lou <--UP

The massive star lancer, and the rider atop the odd deep space denizen, flow as one unit in the face of Yahs' attacks. A mop strike parried by one of the thing's tetrad of wings sets up the rider to perfectly riposte the followup plasmoid punch. What was usually a failsafe against such defenses, the flurry of blows strikes nothing but air. Indeed, this was a true warrior well trained against such martial attacks.

But, as always, numbers matter. So while Yahs distracted the duo, Lazuli chose her moment to lash out with a sticky psuedopod (sprouting forth like the first verdant tendrils in spring) and ripping the rider free from the shark-like terror. The graceful rider extends its arms wide, using the silver spear like a balance beam to land on its feet in a way that would make even the dreaded cyclopean kitties sit up and say meow. What the rider failed to see coming though was the 10,000 itchy, hungry offspring that had exuded from Lazuli's reproductive organs.

The counterattack from the rider is rapid and effective, the spear tip bursting Lazuli's bubble. As the metal cuts, she feels a heightened sense of fear as if watching her internal organs being devastated by the blade...the rider was in her mind as much as the blade was in her body.

Meanwhile the star lancer, blocked on the ground by Lou and Yahs, takes flight into the open space of the hollow deck (without provoking OA). It quickly doubles back to assist its bonded rider, dive bombing Squishy with its pointy nose...the impaling horn is rough and cold.

Laz takes 33 dmg. Yahs and Lou are within a move of both enemies. Laz is in melee with both.

Lou is up to finish round 1.

All others may post actions for top of round 2 as well. Tarto has come to help with her space rifle and will act on Celsior's turn.

Round 1:
Celsior/Tarto, Lazuli, Yahs
Qitru
Lou <--UP

The massive star lancer, and the rider atop the odd deep space denizen, flow as one unit in the face of Yahs' attacks. A mop strike parried by one of the thing's tetrad of wings sets up the rider to perfectly riposte the followup plasmoid punch. What was usually a failsafe against such defenses, the flurry of blows strikes nothing but air. Indeed, this was a true warrior well trained against such martial attacks.

But, as always, numbers matter. So while Yahs distracted the duo, Lazuli chose her moment to lash out with a sticky psuedopod (sprouting forth like the first verdant tendrils in spring) and ripping the rider free from the shark-like terror. The graceful rider extends its arms wide, using the silver spear like a balance beam to land on its feet in a way that would make even the dreaded cyclopean kitties sit up and say meow. What the rider failed to see coming though was the 10,000 itchy, hungry offspring that had exuded from Lazuli's reproductive organs.

The star lancer, blocked on the ground by Lou and Yahs, takes flight into the open space of the hollow deck (without provoking OA). It quickly doubles back to assist its bonded rider, dive bombing Squishy with its pointy nose...

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The massive star lancer, and the rider atop the odd deep space denizen, flow as one unit in the face of Yahs' attacks. A mop strike parried by one of the thing's tetrad of wings sets up the rider to perfectly riposte the followup plasmoid punch. What was usually a failsafe against such defenses, the flurry of blows strikes nothing but air. Indeed, this was a true warrior well trained against such martial attacks.

But, as always, numbers matter. So while Yahs distracted the duo, Lazuli chose her moment to lash out with a sticky psuedopod (sprouting forth like the first verdant tendrils in spring) and ripping the rider free from the shark-like terror. The graceful rider extends its arms wide, using the silver spear like a balance beam to land on its feet in a way that would make even the dreaded cyclopean kitties sit up and say meow. What the rider failed to see coming though was the 10,000 itchy, hungry offspring that had exuded from Lazuli's reproductive organs.

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