HP 4(3 at end of turn) LP 0
Cond : NormalDamn it!
, Thomas cursed inwardly, seeing that he only hit (and drop) one of the Mantas he'd fired at. He then realized that he was suddenly alone on the catwalk with the remaining minions."aw, crap...."
, he whispered as they began to fire.
Reliving middle school Dodgeball traumas, Thomas hugs close to what little cover there is. Two shots tag him in the chest, and even though his Strikersuit takes the worst of it, it still feels like he'd been kicked by a horse. ooowwww. Imperial marksmanship notwithstanding, these odds are in their favor. Need some more cover.
Reaching to his belt with his off hand, he draws out a card. Not my first choice, but it'll do.
Setting his mind upon the drawing, it grows and splits into two identical squat, super deformed robots.
With the the two 4 foot 'bots to provide more cover, Otakumon returns fire, spraying blasts at five more Mantas.