Mechanics:
Wow. Those dice. They do NOT like me.
Since running isn't a sure thing, this is now a game of rocket tag. If either shot connects solidly, fight ends. Lets spend that will point and play the odds.
Combat Move: Ignoring Pain Penalization Via Will Point
Winston: Bite with Will Point. Let's make this one stick.
Trainer: Use Potion on Winston.
Initiative:
Order: Bite
Accuracy: Pool 6
3 Dex + 3 Fight + 0 Brawl
Damage: Pool 4 - Def, Flinch *3*
2 Str + 2
Flinch *3*
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Winston yelps as the Pokeball shatters, and the Paras surges forward again.
Vincent swears. Gonna have a word with the Prof about defective goods.
He quickly works his way through his list of options - there aren't many. If he recalls Winston, there was no guarantee that they'd be able to flee, and the Paras, well and truly riled up now, would likely pursue. He was right. We are soft.
The realization hits him like a truck. Or maybe it's another flashback. He can't tell. Not the time to work his way through misfiring neurons anyway.
Only way forward is through.
"You've given it good, but I'm going to need just a bit more. Push through this and end this now! One more time for me. BITE!"
Wow. Those dice. They do NOT like me.
Since running isn't a sure thing, this is now a game of rocket tag. If either shot connects solidly, fight ends. Lets spend that will point and play the odds.
Combat Move: Ignoring Pain Penalization Via Will Point
Winston: Bite with Will Point. Let's make this one stick.
Trainer: Use Potion on Winston.
Initiative:
Order: Bite
Accuracy: Pool 6
3 Dex + 3 Fight + 0 Brawl
Damage: Pool 4 - Def, Flinch *3*
2 Str + 2
Flinch *3*
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Winston yelps as the Pokeball shatters, and the Paras surges forward again.
Vincent swears. Gonna have a word with the Prof about defective goods.
He quickly works his way through his list of options - there aren't many. If he recalls Winston, there was no guarantee that they'd be able to flee, and the Paras, well and truly riled up now, would likely pursue. He was right. We are soft.
The realization hits him like a truck. Or maybe it's another flashback. He can't tell. Not the time to work his way through misfiring neurons anyway.
Only way forward is through.
"You've given it good, but I'm going to need just a bit more. Push through this and end this now! One more time for me. BITE!"
