[h2][color=af9d80][b]Roger Falkner[/b][/color][/h2]

[i][color=af9d80]Well, this was just great,[/color][/i] Roger thought.   Just as he angled his spear to deflect his foe's incoming forelimb, he saw things had gotten much more complicated.

The twisted construct was already proving to be a stubborn foe, but now it was only one worry among many.  Discarded dolls rose out of the rubble around them, much more crude-looking than the first one but also far more numerous.  The Lions would not be able to focus everything on the big one, but would have to split their attention.  Having already moved to engage the big doll, Roger wasn't in a position to fend off the smaller ones- he would need to trust in the strength of the others to handle that.

His spear had so far proven ineffective against the doll's hard body, but the Steel Princess had already singled out a weakness- its joints.  Velvetica commanded those fighting the large doll to strike at the joints in order to disable the limbs.  Complying with his commander's order, Roger raised his spear, gripped it overhand, and thrust it into the doll's nearest elbow joints.  The Steel Princess' tactical acumen had always paid off before, and he trusted that it would continue to do so, even against a foe they had never fought before.

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