At first, I thought this was Lucky Breaks, but on reviewing the code, I don't think so. Maybe. Sometimes it shows the proper Doge, sometimes it says it hits, then misses.Shalin Shaman said:Hawk eyes locked on you, the bird-taur lifts her crossbow to her shoulder and fires, the dead thunk of its mechanism merging with her ululating battle screech into one dreadful sound. The bolt slams into you with the force of a meteor. Once again you feel the searing pain of the poison she dips her arrows in.
You manage to avoid the Shalin Shaman’s arrow.
It would be nice to have a special message when Lucky Breaks saves Steele, so the player can tell when it's working.
This prints twice, for some reason. Once with damage, the other without.You wave away the cloud of dust thrown up by the impact, behold the Icarian colossus. For a moment you allow yourself to believe your quick thinking and shooting have finished her... and then, with slow, murderous intent, she clambers back to her feet, eyes and hair flaming. Her wings hang limply at her side now, too hurt to function, but she hasn’t given up. She looks like a goose on a towpath. “By earth or by air, no change demon, no change. Aiaiaiaiaiaiaai! I grasp you, I cast you out!” (H: −200)
You wave away the cloud of dust thrown up by the impact, behold the Icarian colossus. For a moment you allow yourself to believe your quick thinking and shooting have finished her... and then, with slow, murderous intent, she clambers back to her feet, eyes and hair flaming. Her wings hang limply at her side now, too hurt to function, but she hasn’t given up. She looks like a goose on a towpath. “By earth or by air, no change demon, no change. Aiaiaiaiaiaiaai! I grasp you, I cast you out!”
If crashing KOs the bottom half, the battle ends, but she still gets one last attack?You wave away the cloud of dust thrown up by the impact, behold the Icarian colossus. For a moment you allow yourself to believe your quick thinking and shooting have finished her... and then, with slow, murderous intent, she clambers back to her feet, eyes and hair flaming. Her wings hang limply at her side now, too hurt to function, but she hasn’t given up. She looks like a goose on a towpath. “By earth or by air, no change demon, no change. Aiaiaiaiaiaiaai! I grasp you, I cast you out!” (H: −49)
You wave away the cloud of dust thrown up by the impact. You see a red-tipped wing being spread, a talon being extended in search of footing, the slow, deliberate actions of the very stunned... and then they falter and give up. This bird is cooked.
Hawk eyes locked on you, the bird-taur lifts her crossbow to her shoulder and fires, the dead thunk of its mechanism merging with her ululating battle screech into one dreadful sound. You feint, and the bolt misses you by a whisker. In an elegant dance-like movement, the shalin slots another bolt into the crossbow’s rail, dips it towards the ground, catches its lever with a foot talon and, with a ‘croo,’ reloads by stepping heavily down.
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