Nuwa's whip is scattered somewhere on the ground, having been flung aside when the Hogcrusher ripped you and your earlier target apart. She can make a dive for it certainly, but may find herself in a predicament as the vehicle vrooms past her, forcing her back just to not get run over [3]. It is a little humiliating but I have no doubts she will get her rolls back on... soon...
Owen, on the other hand, makes a grab for the truck, and -- well, he succeeds decently actually at managing to get a hold of one of the protruding handles. It doesn't stop the truck from moving whatsoever though, and Owen may find himself getting dragged along across the harsh ground as the Hogcrusher makes its its circular rounds [9].
'Whoa there, we've got a freeloader!' cackles the rider, who clearly has no intentions of slowing down whatsoever, fully intending on running Owen ragged and red all for the sake of the name-appropriate bloodsport. It's not looking too hot for either of them, really.
...At least, until Owen hears the sounds of choking above him and a small shower of blood, the truck does suddenly skid to a halt. If either of them look, they'll see a completely new challenger has joined the field -- a bizarre-looking... person...? with a visor over their head, which flashes a holographic red 0 [20!]. Having appeared out of nowhere, the air around them distorting slightly, the source of the blood looks to be a sword they pierced straight into the driver. ]
Greetings, all scum bags. / I hear there is a Vault, here. / I'll be taking it.
[ The commotion in the audience dies down a bit as they take in the new person, and then an uptick in rumouring whispers. The announcer, his tone of voice suddenly having a stark turn for the worst, yells in a normal-volume voice away from the microphone. ]
S... SHIT! IT'S A REAL VAULT HUNTER! FUCKING RUN!
[ ...And with that, the arena bursts into chaos, with people -- both audience and fighters alike, actually -- taking a run for it in all directions. The audience seems to head to escaping through whatever audience-specific entryway they got, while the others in the field, just like you, decide to run for the open doors the Hogcrusher came through.
The assassin only cranes their head curiously, before getting into the truck themselves instead. He just shoves the dead body out of the driver's seat -- fortunately, the body does NOT fall on Owen on the way down [4]. ]
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Nuwa's whip is scattered somewhere on the ground, having been flung aside when the Hogcrusher ripped you and your earlier target apart. She can make a dive for it certainly, but may find herself in a predicament as the vehicle vrooms past her, forcing her back just to not get run over [3]. It is a little humiliating but I have no doubts she will get her rolls back on... soon...
Owen, on the other hand, makes a grab for the truck, and -- well, he succeeds decently actually at managing to get a hold of one of the protruding handles. It doesn't stop the truck from moving whatsoever though, and Owen may find himself getting dragged along across the harsh ground as the Hogcrusher makes its its circular rounds [9].
'Whoa there, we've got a freeloader!' cackles the rider, who clearly has no intentions of slowing down whatsoever, fully intending on running Owen ragged and red all for the sake of the name-appropriate bloodsport. It's not looking too hot for either of them, really.
...At least, until Owen hears the sounds of choking above him and a small shower of blood, the truck does suddenly skid to a halt. If either of them look, they'll see a completely new challenger has joined the field -- a bizarre-looking... person...? with a visor over their head, which flashes a holographic red 0 [20!]. Having appeared out of nowhere, the air around them distorting slightly, the source of the blood looks to be a sword they pierced straight into the driver. ]
Greetings, all scum bags. / I hear there is a Vault, here. / I'll be taking it.
[ The commotion in the audience dies down a bit as they take in the new person, and then an uptick in rumouring whispers. The announcer, his tone of voice suddenly having a stark turn for the worst, yells in a normal-volume voice away from the microphone. ]
S... SHIT! IT'S A REAL VAULT HUNTER! FUCKING RUN!
[ ...And with that, the arena bursts into chaos, with people -- both audience and fighters alike, actually -- taking a run for it in all directions. The audience seems to head to escaping through whatever audience-specific entryway they got, while the others in the field, just like you, decide to run for the open doors the Hogcrusher came through.
The assassin only cranes their head curiously, before getting into the truck themselves instead. He just shoves the dead body out of the driver's seat -- fortunately, the body does NOT fall on Owen on the way down [4]. ]