[ Well between Garou's 20 and Kumon's 1, yeah, shit is just gonna happening quickly here.
First up: Garou. With the two twenties in a roll, Garou, terrifying, covered in horseblood and wielding a whirring chainsaw, turns towards the mage with the book. Just before she's hit, she tosses the book with all her surprisingly considerable strength right towards Kumon. The chainsaw rips its way into her shoulder and across her body ... bisecting her with another bloody gush. Right before she falls into two piece, she snarls out a 'You binch!' at him. Garou kill count: one horse, one girl.
Marcy! You did good. Good job healing there. You feel so much better. Back to full health! Just in time for the Dinoman to leap onto you and start scratching with his claws all over her body. She'll get a chance to defend herself here, because the mage in the leather cape is ... also firing darts of bright magic right at her, sizzling and burning as they zing over her skin. Ouchie wouchie.
Kumon. Honey.
You get hit with that flung book. It's enormous, and also. Covered in spikes. It hits spine first, sending inches long spikes into his front and gut. It, uh. Hurts. If he were a guessing man, he might feel like he has about half of his ... hit points. Left.
At least until the Rider, who's still alive by the way, shoots more bullets out of his fingers at him. Now he's got about a quarter of his hit points left. ]
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First up: Garou. With the two twenties in a roll, Garou, terrifying, covered in horseblood and wielding a whirring chainsaw, turns towards the mage with the book. Just before she's hit, she tosses the book with all her surprisingly considerable strength right towards Kumon. The chainsaw rips its way into her shoulder and across her body ... bisecting her with another bloody gush. Right before she falls into two piece, she snarls out a 'You binch!' at him. Garou kill count: one horse, one girl.
Marcy! You did good. Good job healing there. You feel so much better. Back to full health! Just in time for the Dinoman to leap onto you and start scratching with his claws all over her body. She'll get a chance to defend herself here, because the mage in the leather cape is ... also firing darts of bright magic right at her, sizzling and burning as they zing over her skin. Ouchie wouchie.
Kumon. Honey.
You get hit with that flung book. It's enormous, and also. Covered in spikes. It hits spine first, sending inches long spikes into his front and gut. It, uh. Hurts. If he were a guessing man, he might feel like he has about half of his ... hit points. Left.
At least until the Rider, who's still alive by the way, shoots more bullets out of his fingers at him. Now he's got about a quarter of his hit points left. ]