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Percival - [Variant - Intermediate], Educated [Lord], Wanted By [The Emerald Slavers - West Empire] - f7941d
Xian-Fu - [Beast] - ed1c24

Suddenly, it was revealed what the chamber ahead housed.

Percival’s eyes naturally glinted towards the runic, embroidered door. His instincts screamed at him, prodding that whatever was behind it was worth a pretty penny. He grinned as smoke left the smoking pipe. [color=f7941d]“Bounty.”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“But not unguarded.”[/color] Xian-Fu growled, being the first of the pair to notice the scrambling skeletons; her master’s greedy grin was mirrored in her own lips, yet her sharp, smug grin was one that craved action instead. [color=ed1c24]“No objections to dealing with them.”[/color] She answered [b]Astra[/b]’s question with a bestial growl.

[color=f7941d]“Walking corpses? My word!”[/color] Percival’s raised eyebrow told everything about his surprise; his monocled eye was brought to the back of the rifle, lining the iron sight against a group of the skeletons away from Astra. [color=f7941d]“Insisting on shambling about, how disgraceful! Good thing I always load a ‘special’ shell first, yes, yes?”[/color] Carrying the conversation, just as if he were talking about the bad weather, he squeezed the trigger of his rifle. [Percival - Action 1]

The bullet left the barrel in a gunpowder puff of smoke, targeting a possible group of undead, ready to blow up in a 5ft Area, releasing shrapnel as it reached its target.

In tandem, Xian-Fu moved in against any skeleton that still hadn’t formed a group with feline grace, the ferocious grin was still kept on her muzzle. [Xian-Fu - Action 1] The heavy blade sang through the air, less a surgical cut and more a crushing blow that aimed to turn ancient ribs into white powder. [Xian-Fu - Action 2] And in the very next moment, she would step backward, disengaging. [Xian-Fu - Action 3]

Percival would bring the bolt of his hunting rifle up and then back; the spent shell would fly from it, brass clattering against the dusty, stony floor. He brought his rifle up again, this time carefully lining it against the skeletal guardian holding the worn staff. He didn't know much about [i]'aetheric arts'[/i], but he knew a shaman when he saw one. [Percival - Action 2] [color=f7941d]“Better not risk some curse.”[/color] He muttered before squeezing the trigger again, firing against the skeleton. [Percival - Action 3]

Actions:
[Percival - Action 1] - Cannister Shot (FLUX) - Fighting Style F [b](E)[/b] + Range E (30ft) + Steady Hands F + [b]Area F[/b] (5ft) - F Grade 0 Post Cooldown (Used FLUX to reduce a Fighting Style E ability to F and add Area F to it) - Precision D (3) + Hunting Rifle E (2) + Ability F (1) - 6 Base Effectiveness
[Percival - Action 2] - Take aim at the staff-wielding guardian
[Percival - Action 3] - Basic Attack - 5 Base Effectiveness

[Xian-Fu - Action 1] - Move in 20ft
[Xian-Fu - Action 2] - Colossal Strike - Superstrength E - Grade E 1 Post Cooldown - Strength D (3) + Skinning Blade E (2) + Ability E (2) - 7 Base Effectiveness
[Xian-Fu - Action 3] - Retreat 20ft