"Uh, I have some mines!" You say, subtly using sleight of hand to draw them from yer inventory. The sister nods.
"Alright." She walks over and holds her hand out. "I assume they aren't armed?" She asks. In response you give her a blank look. You might have been born on a backwater world in the middle of nowhere, but you weren't thick.
"Yes. They aren't armed. I don't carry around armed mines." You deadpan as you place the mines, big thick circular things, into her hands.
"Alright. Many thanks, PDF." She states. In response, you nod.
"Least I could do." You say, slightly tipping your cap in response. The Sister then takes the mines, and fiddles with them for a moment, before walking to the door.
"Everyone, take a few steps back! I'm going to arm these, then detonate them to knock the door down!" She said. In response, everyone backed away as she began to arm them.
"So. Where'd you get the mines?" You heard from the Psyker behind you. "Because you didn't get them from the guardsmen." He continued. You turned, a response well in mind.
"Found em." You said, simply. In response, Maximillan blinks.
"You....found them? Where?"
You shrug. "Dead Ork was carrying them." His posture relaxes somewhat.
"Ah. That explains it."
You promptly hear the mines go off, and turn to see the door blasted open. On the other side is...
A room. A very large room. "Alright, everyone! Let's go!" Ophelia shouts, and once again your group returns to formation and crosses the threshhold...
Only for a secondary door to slam shut the moment you step through. The moment it does, the lights go dim, and as your eyes adjust, you begin to hear the unmistakable sound of a Ork, it's voice amplified by some means. "WELCOM, BOYZ N GROTS, T THE BIGGEST SPEKTACLE THIS SIDE OF DA EYE OF TERRAH! WHERE THE NOBS ARE SEPERATED FROM THE KRUMPED! WHERE OUR DEAR KONTESTANTS FIGHT FOR DA GLORY! DA TEEF! AND ALL DA MARBLES! WELCOME TOOOOOO....."
"BLUDBOWL!"
"DIS GAME, WE'Z GONNA BE HAVING DA WEE SNOTS DAT BEEN FIGHTING THEIR WAY THROUGH THE SHIP FACE OFF AGAINST DA BEST! DA BROIGHTEST! DA KILLIEST! DA ORKIEST! FOR THA ROIGHT TO FACE OFF AGAINST DIS SECTORS CHAMP, DA WARDEN LOCKDOWN!"
"WILL DA PLUCKY UNDERDOGS WIN, OR WILL DEY GET KRUMPED LIKE THE REST? ONLY GORK N MORK KNOW, AND DEY DON'T SEEM KEEN ON SHARIN, HAR HAR HAR!"
FIRST OFF, WE'LL BE HAVIN THEM FACE OFF AGAINST DA WORMY BLOOS!"
Ophelia took a step back. "Sisters. Guardsmen. It appears we've walked into a trap." She states. "Be ready for combat." As she speaks, the walls on the side of the arena lift to reveal numerous greenskins, their skin painted a garish color of blue, with their skin...
Well, their skin appears to be rotting off. "GIVE A BIG HAND OF APPLAUSE FER DA BLOOS! FELLA'S ONCE HAD A MATCH WITH SOME SPIKY BOYS FER THAT ONE STINKY GOD, AIN'T BEEN RIGHT SINCE! DA BLOOS SPECIALIZE IN KLOSE KWARTERS KRUMPIN, OR KKK 'AS I LIKE T' CALL IT!"
The disfigured orks howl and charge...
Into a wall of flame. The Sisters reaction time was fast, too fast for the orks, and those who got in range were consumed by a sea of flame and hate.
Unfortunately, the guardsmen shooting at the Orks miss, for the most part, and what lands does very little. Ironically, you seem to be doing far, far better in that regard, carefully lining up shots and firing for maximum damage.
Through leveling up a skill, you have created a new skill!
Power Shot LV 1(0.00%)
Line up your shots carefully to increase your damage and crit chance!
Cost: 10 MP
Eventually the Orks wear themselves down, and the room empties.
"WELL DEN! TIME FOR OUR SECOND CHALLENGER!"
More doors attempt to open, and you raise your weapon in response...
Only for the doors to fail and slam shut. "ER! SORRY FOLKS, WE SEEM T'BE SUFFERIN A TEKNI-KUL ERRA! SINCE WE CAN'T LET ANY OF OUR OTHA CHALLENGA'S FACE OFF, WE'LL JUST HAVE TO HAVE DA WARDEN SHOW UP EARLY!"
Several holes rise in the middle of the arena, and out of it comes several platforms. On each is a band of orks, more well equipped than their compatriots, and more nasty looking as well. And on the center platform is a MASSIVE brute of a Ork.
Warden Lockdown
LV 60
Enterprising Bloodbowl Manager and Contestant
"So, yer the gitz dat been running around me ship." He states, raising his weapon, a massive monster of a hammer. "I gotz a bone t' pick with you, fer bumping off me crew and killing me nobs. In specifik, da bones I'm gonna pick from ya are going to be yer rib bones, make a nice xylophone fer me pet grot."
Sister Ophelia glares at him. "We fear you not, disgusting greenskin." She snarls, raising her own weapon. In response Lockdown gives a deep, rumbling laugh.
"What, you think yer gonna krump me with THAT toothpick?" His savage grin deepens, showing off more of his tusks. "Guess I gotta teach you a lesson or two."
With that, the Ork rushes forward, his hammer swing barely blocked by Ophelia, who is knocked back a few feet as she holds her blade in place.
The other orks charge or begin shooting. Battle has begun.
[ ] BOSS BATTLE TIME! Tactics? Strategy?
