[ Owen attempts to fire a shot from Boom Puppy, but he has mayhaps, overestimated the power of his twink arms -- given, as he tries to shoot, he accidentally tips over the gun and ends up pulling the trigger as the barrel dips fast towards the ground. Which means, his explosive grenade firing directly at his feet.
Boom Puppy does, in fact, have self-inflict friendly fire. He'll barely have time to say 'oh heck' before the first explosion hits, knocking him backwards on his ass and singing the tips of his hair, heat on his face. Worse yet is when it does its second, final bang, strong enough to send him rolling, eating dust and sand [2].
To add insult to injury, the spectators see this happen right in front of their salad and begin to jeer. Owen can hear a 'you suck!' thrown somewhere in there. Oh, how words sting.
On the more peripheral of bad effects, though, is that the explosions seemed to have spurred on some of the other candidates into fighting immediately, another one firing his gun in surprise, and another shot fired back in retaliation.
'Like a twink boy like you could ever win, why don't you turn tail and run back while you still can?' says a jeering lady with hot pink hair. The answer is a duck and the smell of singed clothes as a laser is fired back, the man with his teeth grit. 'It's for my ma!' he answers, equal parts terror and determination. The crowd cheers, clearly living for the fighting for the sake of it.
As Nuwa takes part in the fighting too, blasting holes in body after body, the crowd turns in favour for her over Owen as well. Her nat20 rifling is superb, but it does paint a mild target right back at her for the observant and more bloodthirsty of bandits. Case in point, there is a guttural and excited roar from an absolute boulder of a man, who seems to decide that perhaps running and tackling her down will be wise.
Hey, they're often violent, but not nearly as often as smart.
And as for Owen searching for a way out, well, he got blown up but. For posterity, around them, the doors to the rooms they came from begin to close... though, given there was hardly anything in there, it doesn't seem particularly important anyway. The metal walls, looking like some ancient repurposed half-way between a stone coliseum and a metal cargo spaceship of sorts, are high and tall and two sides have absolutely massive automated steel doors that appear shut tight at the moment. ]
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Boom Puppy does, in fact, have self-inflict friendly fire. He'll barely have time to say 'oh heck' before the first explosion hits, knocking him backwards on his ass and singing the tips of his hair, heat on his face. Worse yet is when it does its second, final bang, strong enough to send him rolling, eating dust and sand [2].
To add insult to injury, the spectators see this happen right in front of their salad and begin to jeer. Owen can hear a 'you suck!' thrown somewhere in there. Oh, how words sting.
On the more peripheral of bad effects, though, is that the explosions seemed to have spurred on some of the other candidates into fighting immediately, another one firing his gun in surprise, and another shot fired back in retaliation.
'Like a twink boy like you could ever win, why don't you turn tail and run back while you still can?' says a jeering lady with hot pink hair. The answer is a duck and the smell of singed clothes as a laser is fired back, the man with his teeth grit. 'It's for my ma!' he answers, equal parts terror and determination. The crowd cheers, clearly living for the fighting for the sake of it.
As Nuwa takes part in the fighting too, blasting holes in body after body, the crowd turns in favour for her over Owen as well. Her nat20 rifling is superb, but it does paint a mild target right back at her for the observant and more bloodthirsty of bandits. Case in point, there is a guttural and excited roar from an absolute boulder of a man, who seems to decide that perhaps running and tackling her down will be wise.
Hey, they're often violent, but not nearly as often as smart.
And as for Owen searching for a way out, well, he got blown up but. For posterity, around them, the doors to the rooms they came from begin to close... though, given there was hardly anything in there, it doesn't seem particularly important anyway. The metal walls, looking like some ancient repurposed half-way between a stone coliseum and a metal cargo spaceship of sorts, are high and tall and two sides have absolutely massive automated steel doors that appear shut tight at the moment. ]