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Chapter 4 tangent: Phyr's Pfight
After Pannych enters Tom’s house, Phyr folds his arms and leans back against the fence. He keeps good watch for a couple minutes, diligently making Observation rolls with a bonus for the open ground around Tom’s cabin. But he soon gets bored and starts whistling a jaunty little tune. The noise covers the approach of two bandits, who make good Stealth rolls and are able to sneak up on him unnoticed.
“Yo, your money or your life, punk!” Phyr is startled out of his reverie and sees that he is flanked by two assailants: they are wearing spiked leather armor, one dyed blue and the other red, more or less matching their skin tones and spiky hair. Each has a pair of flintlock pistols trained on him at almost point-blank range.
“The fuck,” he says, and they roll for turn order; Phyr is last. The bandits hold their actions. Phyr says, “Hold on, let me think a sec.”
The red bandit says, “Think fast,” and prods him with one of his pistols.
“Hey, how about this,” Phyr asks. “You shitheads get the fuck outta here, and I don’t kill you. How’s that sound?” He rolls a 1 on Performance, so the bandits don’t take him seriously at all.
They regard each other for a moment, blinking in surprise, and then double over with raucous laughter. They roll a 1 and a 3 on Savvy to contain themselves: both fail, and the blue one to Phyr’s right falls over and drops his pistols, rolling on the ground.
Phyr passes a Stealth roll to draw his right blaster quietly, aims at the bandit on the ground, and fires. He deals 144 damage, killing him instantly and leaving behind nothing but a shallow, smoking crater.
The red bandit immediately stops laughing, screams, and then takes off running directly away from the scene of the battle.
Phyr takes aim and shoots, scores a direct hit for 145 damage, and blasts him to smithereens. He whoops in triumph just as Pannych opens the door, and he gets 2 XP.
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