Action A+B: Terminatorbot DoT ruination.
Action C: +1 CP.
Action C: +1 CP.
The girl seems to share Fenix's frustration at the apperance of another duelbot, but seems somewhat more concerned about the lethal Terminatorbot.
[x2] The girl's left hand turns, as if trying to grab onto an invisible dial. Her eyes light up as she succeeds, turning the dial clockwise. The Terminatorbot abruptly suffers the effects of years upon years of simple, prolonged use, and begins to rust, tatter, and fray, which, on top of its current conditions, must only make it weaker and weaker. The girl continues to turn the dial...
...Then, a distinct 'snap' is heard, and abruptly the girl holds a very physical dial in her hands. Wires snapped.
The girl looks back up-the Terminatorbot... Seems chronologically unaware of when it was. At some points it looks like it was just midway through construction-at others it looks like it hadn't seen usage for years-at others it looks like a pile of junk that vaugely resembles a working robot-and so, so much weirder. Its very form seems to fray and tatter.
The girl seems content at first, but then closes her eyes, odd purple smog building around her hands. She doesn't open them-she just flings both of her hands towards the Terminatorbot, forcing the cloud of smog forwards, which slides around the other targets before congregating at the Terminatorbot...
...And the Terminatorbot basically starts melting, shedding rust like a fountain of metal! Whatever the purple smog is, it can't be healthy for life. The girl's eyes open into an uncaring stare as she watches the Terminatorbot wither and wilt from force, chronologically distorted and suffering from whatever debilitating condition you could call that smog.
[x1] And yet she still doesn't seem to be throwing everything she could at it, and continues to put some energy in reserve for some later action.
[x2] The girl's left hand turns, as if trying to grab onto an invisible dial. Her eyes light up as she succeeds, turning the dial clockwise. The Terminatorbot abruptly suffers the effects of years upon years of simple, prolonged use, and begins to rust, tatter, and fray, which, on top of its current conditions, must only make it weaker and weaker. The girl continues to turn the dial...
...Then, a distinct 'snap' is heard, and abruptly the girl holds a very physical dial in her hands. Wires snapped.
The girl looks back up-the Terminatorbot... Seems chronologically unaware of when it was. At some points it looks like it was just midway through construction-at others it looks like it hadn't seen usage for years-at others it looks like a pile of junk that vaugely resembles a working robot-and so, so much weirder. Its very form seems to fray and tatter.
The girl seems content at first, but then closes her eyes, odd purple smog building around her hands. She doesn't open them-she just flings both of her hands towards the Terminatorbot, forcing the cloud of smog forwards, which slides around the other targets before congregating at the Terminatorbot...
...And the Terminatorbot basically starts melting, shedding rust like a fountain of metal! Whatever the purple smog is, it can't be healthy for life. The girl's eyes open into an uncaring stare as she watches the Terminatorbot wither and wilt from force, chronologically distorted and suffering from whatever debilitating condition you could call that smog.
[x1] And yet she still doesn't seem to be throwing everything she could at it, and continues to put some energy in reserve for some later action.