[img]https://images.evetech.net/characters/2112987026/portrait?size=128[/img][h3][color=aba000]Hamazasp Sulser[/color][/h3]
The emphatic clang of metal, the heavy rattle and soft vibration of automatic weaponry horrified the amateur when combined with the fear of death. As his adversary turned around and signaled its withdrawal, though, trepidation was washed away, leaving only the ecstasy of carnal pleasure. Having minimal combat experience, Hamazasp was swept up by the fervor of battle. [color=aba000]“You ought not to flee, you daft doppelganger! You cannot escape my wrath! Oh, shoot, apologies. I had comms on. Pursuing bogey. Muting self.

“There. DIE, you foul creature! Cowardice reflects poorly on me, you overgrown bug! You shame all Locust pilots! I won’t have you sully my reputation!”[/color] He recommenced movement functions and avidly pursued his quarry, matching both velocity and his opponent’s footsteps. His mechanical noggin lowered, and Sulser gazed upwards to maintain a steady direction, his jaw slightly agape in a smile.

Pioneering the course for the two of them, the limbless foe needed to ensure that each footfall was accurate. One misstep meant contact. Alas, it stubbed its toe against a sizable boulder on the terrain. The [i]Ayrshire[/i] pounced onto its counterpart, shuddering upon impact. A more rational Hamazasp would pity the grunt in the cockpit, and perhaps a later Hamazasp might say a brief prayer over supper. Overwhelmed by pure euphoria, the current Hamazasp could merely laugh maniacally, not from schadenfreude but simply from punching armor clean through the engine compartment. He didn’t even need to fire his machine guns, not that he remembered to do so.

He felt the urge to locate an object and throw it. He reached to the side and slid out a rectangular prism. He peered into its rustic cover. Oh. This was a printing of [i]My Life as a War Correspondent[/i], by Mercer Thomlinson. An autographed copy, in fact. How lovely. He replaced it, making certain to preserve alphabetical order within the ensemble. Books would keep him sane. He reactivated communications. [color=aba000]“My target is incapacitated. Further orders?”[/color]

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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/25948]Charge: Roll of 7: Damage = 2 x Distance traveled (6) = 12 Damage, Center Torso Chosen[/url]
LCT-1V: Center Torso: 2 Rear Armor + 6 Internal Structure - 12 Total Damage: Destroyed
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