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"You've stood against countless hordes. You've faced a million men and slain them all. Bring your best, this is just another slaughter, waiting for your signature."

The hateful glow of the comet was shrouded behind the trees, the farmstead ahead was only barely visible from the thicket and the decrepit ruins therein. One could hear the groaning of a thousand bodies behind the brief weald, that small patch of dead trees, turned blue by the roots which sipped the unearthly power within the very ground. They were alive with deadly anger, something... evil. It was as if this very land was alive with the Comet's will, and whatever was beyond these old gates were ready and waiting for the singular soul to enter this forsaken land. The Doomslayer might sense the demonic presences within this land, forlorn and once beautiful. 

Whatever the case was, the stage is set, and the Doomslayer was likely not going to abandon this mission for the life of him. Was he even alive..?

( @kzinssie ! Bring Doomslayer and get ready for a rumble!)

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The Doomslayer was well prepared. He didn't even pause to take in the environment - he was back in his element now. As the Comet's stench of evil surrounded him, he pressed on, unperturbed. Whatever lied within, he'd faced worse - much worse. His cause is just, his will is strong... and his gun is very, very large.

Doomslayer

Damage: 0/180%

Shield: 65/65

Status: Hurt me plenty.

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Just as the slayer sets his feet into the loamy soil, encroaching upon the Comet's hateful horizon, forces of the devil in the Mill's power begin to rise... They rear their ugly, gnarled heads, soulless gazes meeting his helmet, and raising their plows and farming tools to battle. The two farmhands are flanked by a particularly large horse, who trots around, before finding itself at the backline, digging its hoof into the ground, pawing and ready to rock.

At once, the two farmhands charge headlong, wailing and groaning in agony and twisted malice, unable to resist the master's influence as they drop their weapons haphazardly down, in an attempt to at least hit the Doomslayer.


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(Plow chop! If hit, Doomslayer takes 8% damage from each hit.)

The Plow Horse is taking a turn to charge, next turn, it'll charge right at Doomslayer! The glare the beast is giving him isn't too dissimilar to the glare of demons from long ago. Perhaps... they were one in the same?


(x2 Farmhands, with 20% HP each.)
(x1 Plow Horse with 65% HP, counts as two kills.)

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_ITJ1xaip_1d20+4p_1d20+4(Doomslayer's dodges)

The Doomslayer effortlessly dodged the first farmhand's strike, only to find himself struck directly by the second's. Careless. His time in the safety of the Life Sphere had dulled his reflexes. Wincing under his helmet, he swiftly backpedaled from the farmhands, readying his rocket launcher.

p_1d20+4(Doomslayer's Rocket Launcher: 25% to both Farmhands if hit)

Not even bothering to look at the carnage of his explosive, he turned to the horse. The look in its eyes... Yes. He knew this evil. Returning the rocket launcher to his suit's weapons system, he produced his double-barreled shotgun.

p_1d20+6p_1d20+6(Doomslayer's Super Shotgun x2: damage equal to 2x amount threshold beaten by)

BOOM! Clop, click. BOOM! Clop, click. Firing and reloading the weapon with a practiced discipline, he braced himself for the beast's inevitable counterattack.

Doomslayer

Damage: 8/180%

Shield: 65/65%

Status: On the offense

Ammo: SSG 3/5 (4 to refill) Rockets 2/3 (5 to refill) Chaingun 4/4

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