Ask Event Ultra Super Mega Huttball

[Maan Vizsla]

Spoiler: music

Song

It was outrageous but not entirely surprising how he had become incapacitated in the last round. The R-779 was a delicate instrument and he even expected it to not fully operate. However it had literally blown up in his face in a brilliant blast that would have…SHOULD have been Hell on Heels. The cyborg’s metallic clawed hands would remain formed as fists while the mandalorian cyborg stared across the arena at his foes.

Previous rounds had told Demagol they wanted him out of the fight in particular. Blaster had been the victor and underestimated. Even Undume had given his all and almost killed themselves along with the Azure Devil. The Apex Contractors were not to be underestimated and neither did they disappoint.

The cyborg calculated that there was at least 40% chance he would take aggression from the Beakmonkey team entirely. Then again, so would Blaster given he was the one that had won the previous two rounds. The Rock had dealt his fair share so there was always a chance for them each to get an even spread of attention.

Regardless, Demagol would surprise some by holding fire on his wrist rocket, for now. As soon as the ray shields dropped the large form of the mechanical nightmare became a blur. The bearings and joints of his lower limbs sped him towards the nearest weapon he had his eyes on, the electroripper and also the vibrosword not far away. Once both were in his grasp, the mandalorian competitor would direct his attention to the main prize of the arena, the Huttball and what meat presented itself. He was done shooting and using rigged gear. It was about time he got his hands dirty.

The cyborg would stow his weapons on magnetic secure points on his hip and back to keep his hands free as he moved for the ball. Demagol would then run for the opposite goal if he could manage to get to the ball. The heavy orb had more than enough heft to it to occupy both of the trandoshan's hands until someone dared to get close.

Spoiler: dice

grabbing weapons > then huttball > then heading for goal

dice roll: 8

@Remileah @JoeWing @The Good Doctor @Apollyon @René @LilyNion

 

[Brondar Steelaxe]

Brondar hesitated, feeling conflicted about whether it was fair to keep targeting Hells in Heels. Instead, he dashed towards the E-11 Blaster and fired at the tiefling.

1st Roll: 20
2nd Roll: 19

 

[Huttball League]

@Apollyon

___When Gears dashed for the console, a mixture of chuckling and murmuring came over the intercom from their booth.

___"That's a bold move," Dex chortled. "Let's hope it doesn't turn ugly for his team!"

___"We intentionally placed the security console where it is," Trex elaborated. "It is available for people to slice into, but it is difficult. If there's so much as a single hiccup in the spike, it could spell disaster for either him or his whole team."

___"COME ON! BACKFIRE!"

___After the spike slipped inside the terminal, nothing happened for several moments. Tension mounted. Did it work or not? The mind boggled. If this didn't work, Gears would look very silly in front of everyone, especially his team. Imagine running to a console, preparing to pull off an incredible stunt, only for it to flop entirely and leave your team at a disadvantage.

___Eventually, the console lit up as text in a programming language only engineers might questionably understand and began rapidly scrolling over it. The screen flashed red. Things were going very wrong, and the spike's coding failed to be enough to overwrite every trap in the arena. It was a blessing and a curse because while it couldn't override every trap, it could override one, and that one trap happened to be on the opposing team's side.

___...right in front of Blaster.

(cont. below)

@JoeWing, @René, @LilyNion

___Blaster had redefined what it meant to be MVP. Not only was he the most valuable player for his team, but he had also managed to become the "most violated person," too.

___Hell on Heels and Azure Devil launched a joint attack against him, bound and determined to remove him from play before he got the opportunity to be the last man standing and score a third time in a row. Azure Devil's rocket launched at Blaster while Heels forsook her title of "Hell" to deliver it to Blaster instead.

___Moreover, a nozzle shot up in front of Blaster, staring him straight in the face as he grabbed and discharged his weapon. Once he fired his shot, the nozzle in front of him spurted a thick, black liquid straight into his face with a grotesque squelching sound. The man soon found himself covered in a tarry, viscous fluid that made him reek of a mechanic's shop run by a Fiani with a robust personality. It wasn't rocket science to figure out what it was. It was oil, so in terms of traps laid by the Hutts, it was actually very tame!

___At least, it was tame until you put fire or explosives in the mix... which Azure Devil just fired at him... oh dear. As it turned out, it was rocket science.

___The first thing Blaster felt was the shot from Heels's Hell, punching directly into his chest. The second thing he felt was the oil around him ignite, sending him and his entire attire into a blistering fire. The third and final thing he felt was a pleasant breeze and lackadaisical fantasies of soaring freely through the air like a bird, much like Gears did just the round before.

___Was it delirium? Potentially. A fever dream? Conceivably. But was he down for the count? That was for certain.

___However, in true Blaster fashion, he wasn't about to go down without a fight. No. Heels may have given up her title of Hell, but he was unworthy to hold the title. After all, there was someone named Azure Devil right there, and who better to grant it to than them? That aside, it was good to pick on others sometimes! Blaster couldn't, in good conscience, repeatedly target the same person. He should leave that to the others.

___True to its title, Hell gutshot Azure Devil straight to their stomach. What was wrong with that E-11 rifle?! It kicked them in the gut like an infuriated wookie and burned like the magma surface of Mustafar. They were suddenly breathless, and not only that, but their entire torso felt like they were roasting over an open flame with a stuck skewer. The weapon specialist responsible for tuning that E-11 did a terrible job! Unless you were on Blaster's team, in which case, they did a fantastic job!

___"DOUBLE KNOCK-OUT!" Dex announced. "AGAIN! Are we surprised anymore?"

___"NO, BUT IT'S GREAT TO WATCH," Dabba cheered, clapping his greasy little hands together as he bounced and wobbled in his seat.

Azure Devil s is KO'd!
Blaster is KO'd! finally

@The Good Doctor

___The Rock would not blow himself up a second time! It was an impressive feat, considering his reputation thus far was more akin to a floating minefield than a floating rock. Perhaps he delayed his fuse, and he would explode later in the round. There was still plenty of time left in the round, and several explosives were available to him scattered throughout the arena. He had the way. Now, he just needed to find the will.

___Instead of becoming spontaneously combustible, The Rock chose the Javelin Light Repeater. It was a safe and sensible option, counterintuitive to The Rock's typical MO, but diversity was the spice of life! He grabbed the rifle and aimed it at Azure Devil, squeezing the trigger to send a hail of blaster bolts downrange. It was a veritable laser light show, drawing the crowd into its mesmerising and dangerous beauty. Nerds in the crowd—and Dabba—could be heard muttering "pew pew pew" under their breath.

___The trigger clicked. The power pack had run dry! One prayer of spraying and fifty rounds later, as the smoke cleared and the dust settled, Azure Devil was left laying on the ground in no worse shape than they were already because not a single round had hit them. In fact, the bolts hadn't hit anything other than the walls and obstacles of the arena. Either The Rock was a terrible shot and should have used something explosive, or the weapon was exceptionally dysfunctional considering he couldn't hit an immobile target. Was he trying to take credit for Blaster's work?

@Darasuum

___Demagol armed himself to the visor and dashed for the ball! He grabbed it, entirely uncontested, since Team Beekmonkey fixated on venting their pent-up vexations on the sole cause of their two-point trail. With nobody to stop him, although his attempt was less than graceful and possessed the alacrity of a drunken Ugnaught walking a tightrope, Demagol stole it from the centre of the arena. He began his mad dash towards the opposing team's goal.

___"Demagol takes the ball!" Trex announced. "That almost feels weird to say! Someone other than The Rock and Azure Devil is contesting the ball!"

___"And someone other than Blaster might score!" Dex added. "We're really playing Huttball now!"

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Win or lose, this had to be the most satisfying single moment in the entire game. Ayomi couldn't stop a wide grin from spreading over their face as the sharpshooting dwarf was doused in oil, shot, and finally set ablaze by the rocket they'd fired. If they'd believed in karma, the Tiefling might have made a joke about karma finally coming around.

Instead, they felt a fiery pain punch into their stomach with enough force to knock them off their feet. Breath was forced out of their lungs and through their mouth, which hung open in a surprised gasp. Their eyes fluttered for a moment as their vision dimmed, finally going black as Ayomi hit the ground for the third time today.

@Remileah

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

Clove's face turned horrified as she saw the man she had shot combust into flames. She wanted revenge, but this wasn't it. She moved a step closer, only to realize that there was nothing she could do. No Force, no medical equipment, nothing. The best they could do was to finish the round quickly. Then the double K.O reached her ears, prompting Clove to look over to Ayomi, who had just fallen to the ground. Well. They were on their way to finishing the round quickly.

The half-Annfyn snapped out of it and shifted her gaze away from the burning man and Ayomi, looking around to see what was going on. The robot(@Darasuum) grabbed the ball and dashed toward the goal. Right. Clove jumped off the platform, ignoring the floating rocks for better or for worse and crouched in front of the goal after landing, her weapon firmly in hand. She aimed for his knees, hoping to hit and stop him before he could reach the goal. She held her breath, tracked his movement and fired at Demagol.

She had no idea if her shot would land, but regardless; if she were to go down after firing her shot, she'd be an annoying meatbag in front of the goal. And that too was worth something.

tag @Remileah ​

Spoiler: Dice

15

 

[Undume]

What the heck happened to Blaster? Oof

Un "The Rock" Dume was taken aback with how inaccurate and uncontrollable his weapon was. A whole powerpack unloaded and didn't hit anything. "Rocks" he muttered. The recoil was awful too. Why? It didn't occur to the engima that he had to use the bipod mounted on the thing, or press his gem through the scope so he could aim properly. Nope not at all. This is why Polvonite technology is better. Much more user-friendly and easier to wield.

With the lack of any more good weapons, he would decide to take the electro-ripper staff. He would then float with speed towards the opposition as he would then extend the hilt and then activate the staff, the blade now crackling with electricity. Now that the long-eared meatbag jumped off the platform, that would make it easier to strike at.

As the rock alien would make his approach, he would notice the time countdown, the game is almost over. But still, he will take them down and get some glory for himself.

Once in melee range, the Polvonite would then raise his staff and then drive the blade to stab her in the upper chest area.

Roll 16

 

[Connor Vance]

Blaster was down, thank the stars! Connor’s little trick had paid in some dividends at least. Now he moved and snatched up the AZC Carbonite Rifle as he ran up the stairs. When he reached the peak he saw Heels getting jumped by the Rock but also saw her unloading onto Demagol. There was a moment’s hesitation before Connor unleashed a torrent from the Carbonite Rifle into Demagol while the borg rushed towards him.

Hopefully a wave of rapidly freezing carbonite would lay the cyborg out long enough for him to take out The Rock and score for his team!

There was only one way to know for sure!

Dice roll to freeze Demagol - 15/20

 

[Maan Vizsla]

Demagol had the Huttball in his hands, occupying them from drawing a weapon. But nobody was foolish enough to get in melee with the psycho-borg. It was chaos in the arena and Maan would not have it any other way. Cooked flesh, thick ozone, every sense told the Mandalorian he was right where he belonged.



The goal was ahead of him and he hoped there were no traps that avoided his notice. Demagol was going to try and make as much progress as possible while avoiding fire from the opposite team. He could make progress and delay any chance of Beakmonkey making up the distance. Demagol would dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge until he headed to score.

Spoiler: dice

sorry, phone post
14

 

[Huttball League]

@LilyNion, @Apollyon, @Darasuum, @The Good Doctor

___Now that Blaster was down and out, nobody except the ball carrier was left to take on the ire of the frustrated Hell on Heels and Gears. Demagol was a hunk of meat thrown into a pit of hungry rancors—at least, he would be if he were organic. He was closer to an angry, sentient Zamboni about to be targeted by irate hockey players with guns. The notion was frightening enough to make even the most ruthless crime lords seem benevolent.

___As luck would have it, Gears's weapon could actually turn Demagol into a Zamboni. The rifle unloaded a stream of frigid carbonite onto the Mandalorian's body, slowing his movements and freezing his joints like a speeder's doors in the middle of winter. Some of the carbonite spilled onto the ground, sending Demagol's feet slipping and sliding, briefly giving him the appearance of a first-time ice skater before he Humpty'd his Dumpy onto the ground. The huttball, while still in his hands, fell straight onto his chest.

___Despite the disorienting fall leaving his chrome brain rattled, fortune smiled on Demagol. His efforts to dodge, mixed with his cartoonish collapse, caused Hell on Heels's shot to glide over him and hit a wall.

___"Ouch! Cyborg or not, that had to have hurt!"

___"Are you following them, camera guy?"

___"But wait, there's more!"

___Team Beekmonkey's single-them-out strategy worked wonders for them, except in the department of situational awareness. A LARPing Rock from RenFaire came at Hell on Heels full tilt with his electroripper staff, performing his best impression of a joust. The tip of the blade bit into the woman's shoulder, striking true and sinking deep. If that wasn't painful enough, the energy ribbon ensured The Rock gave Hell on Heels an extra jolt of searing discomfort.

___"This final round is truly turning into a bloodbath! How are we feeling, folks?!"

___The crowd went into an uproar of approval, almost deafening in intensity. The audience was more electric than The Rock's staff, and the sensation was palpable. With the timer steadily ticking down, the game's last point hung on the next few actions to come!

—Character Death & Maiming Now Enabled at Players' Discretion—​

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[Clove Vanhoop]

Clove let out a yelp of agony as she felt the tip pierce her shoulder, carving into her skin and sending a jolt of energy through her flesh. She could barely stand on her legs, dots and circles obscuring her vision. But she had to keep standing. She could not give up now.

Clove's options were limited. But she held a weapon in her hand. Despite the pain, she lifted her arm and pointed at the Rock(@The Good Doctor)'s core. The only advantage of his weapon was that it allowed for some space between them. And he was directly in front of her muzzle. Still. That meant nothing in huttball. Her weapon could abruptly stop working, explode in her face, or a sandwich could fall out of the sky and catch the bullet. Gosh, she wasn't sure if she had the strength to even properly pull the trigger on a Wookiee weapon.

Her gaze moved away from the Rock, her weapon and everything on the field. Instead, it danced toward Altair and Zara in the crowd. Time was almost up, and only one thought crossed her mind: it was time to go back home. But first, she needed to ensure that she could reach them. So, after slightly lowering the muzzle, ensuring she wouldn't hit the center of the core and kill the man... rock... she tried to pull the trigger, hoping to stop the Rock from further harming her and, hopefully, free herself.

tag @Remileah ​

Spoiler: Dice

7

 

[Connor Vance]

They had lost. Connor knew it. It was 2-0 and there was no way of covering that ground now. His friends had shown up to cheer him on and instead of winning, he got heeled. In that moment Connor felt embarrassed, he felt like an idiot, but he didn’t feel weak. Instead, his emotions had coalesced into a wellspring of resentment throughout the game. Now that resentment had shifted and evolved into hate and that sparked power which burned through his veins.

Connor’s irises shifted in color from emerald green to golden. His pupils became slits as the Dark Side rolled through him. Connor’s eyes narrowed and his biological hand lifted from the grip of the Carbonite Rifle almost on its own. Hatred made manifest poured from his fingertips and out towards Demagol. Purple arcs of destructive energy lanced towards the cyborg. To those who could sense the Force, they’d feel the corruption, the taint of necromancy.

But Demagol wouldn’t be the only one to fall victim to this Sith Lightning, Connor would be pulled into his own suffering. Where rebounding arcs touched, flesh was burnt and necrotized. He could see skin sloughing off and falling to the ground, smell the sizzling of his own flesh mixing with the scent of burning ozone. He didn’t pull away though, how could he? This was power.

Instead, Connor pushed more of this overwhelming power into his attack. He wanted to see Demagol suffer. He wanted to watch his circuitry spark. Connor wanted to see him die.

Roll - 13/20
@Remileah @Darasuum @LilyNion @The Good Doctor

 

[Undume]

♫ Theme ♫​

♫"I will, I will rock you"♫ the Rock started singing and tune after his hit connected to the the Sephi. He wouldn't stop there, he would attempt to pivot laterally to see if he can defend against the shot that way.

Regardless, The Rock would then swing his electro-ripper staff to cleave Heels in the center of mass, aiming to get her out of the match.

Time is running down, the Polvonite would be pleased to make this a clean 2-0 win. If time expires it's over

Roll 12

@LilyNion @Remileah

 

[Maan Vizsla]

Maan had never before been hit by carbonite tech and he was not keen to allow it to happen a second time. It felt too much like nightmares he had suffered when bodiless. Joints locked up and crimson warnings flashed behind the cyborg's eyes telling him his limbs were not operating properly. He hated this feeling. The pain receptors along with the cybernetic visual and auditory alerts telling him he was injured were substantial, but nothing the butcher had not dealt with before. An angered growl rolled out from the Gutterguppy quarterback after landing on his back. He was glad to be low enough to avoid getting hit by Hell on Heels. The fridged combination of the carbonite rifle and the slug thrower could have been devastating.

With a frustrated growl the mechanized mandalorian tried to break lose collected frost buildup. The metal groaned and the synthetic muscles flexed to their limit. Demagol rolled over, causing flashbacks of when he was in the Free World Alliance and crawling through mud with live rounds being fired over head. Even then he had already been used to combat. That was a life time ago. Being on his hands and knees had never felt right. Maan preferred to be on his feet so despite the dangers he dared to rise up. Besides, he could not very well carry the huttball with his mouth even if he wanted to.

The trandoshan faced his objective the same as before, the Beakmonkey goal and tried to make progress forward. A score of 2 to 0 was nice but 3 to 0 was better. Demagol was never one to stop at just enough and this was no different. Each step was just as harder than the last but it was better than crawling

Spoiler: Dice

3

@Remileah @Apollyon @The Good Doctor @JoeWing @René @LilyNion

 

[Huttball League]

@Darasuum, @Apollyon

___As Demagol attempted to stand and continue progressing, his feet slipped and slid all over the place. Who knew that carbonite could be so darn tricky to navigate? Not only were his feet unable to find purchase, but he was also getting fried by the haywire circuit breaker known as Gears.

___The fireworks went off. At least, they did in Demagol's head. One error after another overlayed itself in colourful hues such as "Uh Oh" red and "That's Not Good" yellow, culminating in a complete loss of sight like a prehistoric computer compromised by malware, bloatware, trojans, and other nasty viruses. It didn't take long for him to eventually succumb to complete system failure and BSOD out of the match! As he collapsed, the ball fell from his hand, rolling a short way before stopping between Gears and The Rock.

Demagol is KO'd!
Gears takes a partial self-hit!

@The Good Doctor, @LilyNion

___Hell on Heels's efforts to defend herself were valiant but fruitless. The Rock countered with a sufficient deterrent as she attempted to aim her weapon at him, causing the shot to go astray. It hit his armour, leaving him damaged but none the worse for wear, while his strike was a decisive end to the Sephi. The head of the weapon struck her cleanly across the torso, leaving her with a nasty gash and enough blood loss to stop donation centres from calling for her for a week.

___"Hell on Heels is down!" Dex announced. "She got rocked by, well, The Rock!"

___"She got in one last hit before it happened, though! That's true Huttball spirit right there," Trex added.

___"You will be fondly remembered, Hell on Heels! Go gently into that good night!"

Hell on Heels is KO'd!

___Overhead, a loud buzzer sounded. The round was over, and the game was concluded!

___...or was it?

___"Disregard the buzzer," Trex stated. "Team Gutterguppy are the Huttball Season 4 winners! No matter what Team Beekmonkey does, the game is over, and there is no way for them to make a comeback."

___"However," Dex added, "we are nothing if not benevolent Hutts who want to give the people what they want—"

___"AND WHAT THEY WANT IS TO SEE THE LAST TWO STANDING PUMMEL EACH OTHER TO DEATH!"

___The crowd cheered!

___"—ahem. But we also want to allow Team Beekmonkey to have their final stand! It comes down to The Rock and Gears! Can Gears put his team on the board, or will they go down with nothing?!"

Team Gutterguppy wins!​

@Undume "The Rock"​	@The Good Doctor​
@Brondar Steelaxe "Blaster"​	@JoeWing​
@Maan Vizsla "Demagol"​	@Darasuum​

 

[Undume]

The Rock watched as his strike connected to the long-eared organic and she crumbled as he drew blood. The Polvonite took a glancing hit but he was still well in the game.

The buzzer rang, time is now up, and it is official that #TeamGutterguppy #TeamApex is wins the game. CEO Arla must be very pleased.

When it was clear that the game was continuing, he would press forth, turning his attention to Gears (@Apollyon). The engima would think of what to do with his prize money later. Undume would raise his wrist and then would fire a rock-it from his wrist launcher, aiming at the ground very close to Gears to catch him in the blast radius rather than hit him directly.

Roll: 15

After that, he would now wield his electro-ripper as if it were a sword (with the hilt collapsed) in his right hand, and on his left he would activate the shield gauntlet as he floats forward to his final opponent.

@Remileah

 

[Connor Vance]

Skin and flesh ran like liquid wax, muscle and sinew popped and sizzled. But strangely enough, the pain faded as Connor embraced what he was. Not a scared child. Not a simple Huttball player, he was Sith. A being of the Dark Side and for the first time he truly understood that.

Even as Demagol’s servers overloaded, his servo-joints spasmed, and his cybernetic body collapsed under its own weight, Connor’s attention shifted. He heard Hell on Heels as she was struck down by living granite. He would unmake it the same as he’d unmade Demagol.

That charred ruination of an arm flung out towards the Rock as the thing lifted its arm to fire a rocket. That same stream of pure hatred that had consumed Demagol flowed forth. It arced off of fingers that were blackened or bare of flesh. This time Connor didn’t scream, he didn’t feel the pain if there was any. He was too caught up in the ecstasy of pure unadulterated power. Power that would unmake the rocket, that would tear apart living mineral, that granted freedom.

Wild golden eyes bore down on the Rock. The Connor who had the existed before this moment was a distant memory. In his place stood a being that sought the destruction of his enemies and for the first time had the power to do so. Connor gave himself to the Dark Side and trusted it fully to annihilate all who opposed him.

This was his Dark Baptism. This was his step across a threshold. This was Connor’s rebirth. Only through the Dark Side would he gain victory.

Roll - 18/20
@The Good Doctor @Remileah

 

[Huttball League]

@Apollyon, @The Good Doctor

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___"Gross! I can't tell if Gears wants to make The Rock's job easier, or if he's just trying to impress the ladies or audience," Dex mused, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin as he leaned forward to squint at the exchange. "I'm sure there are women who are into that sort of thing."

___"A display of dominance, perhaps?" Trex wondered aloud.

___"SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO WATCH!" Dabba hissed.

___The Rock and Gears closed the distance between one another. They were going right to each other because how could they beat the shit out of each other without getting closer? The atmosphere was menacing.

___The Rock launched his wrist rocket! It whizzed through the air even as Gears waylaid his opposition with an unending torrent of lightning. The Little Rocket That Could crashed into the ground and detonated immediately, sending a hail of shrapnel and a wave of searing heat bearing down on Gears's side. The explosion sent Gears sprawling forward, but through sheer force of will and overwhelming fixation, he could recover and continue his assault quickly. As it turned out, it wasn't his step across the threshold so much as it was a graceful bound caused by The Rock. Did that make his baptism invalid?

___As the plasma globe continued forward and vented his voltage, it would meet The Rock's trusty, stalwart shield. It lasted approximately half a second. The shield melted under the intense heat and raw electric currents sprawling from Gears's hand, rendering it useless and leaving The Rock unprotected. The bolts began shearing and melting stone as they bore into the Polvonite. Even his sturdiness and unique physiology couldn't save him from the overwhelming power of an angsty teen, but then again, what could? It was a very hot topic of debate.

___"Something's gotta give!" Dex declared. "They can't keep going like this! We are witnessing the true final moments of this round!"

 

[Undume]

Even rock aliens can feel pain and the Rock would be feeling a lot of it, he will press on however, continuing his path, floating towards his Sith(?) opponent.

Once the Great One gets into melee range - up close and personal - he would quick spin around around, and then impale himself in his center in between where the arms connect, from his front. This would not hit his precious gem. The electroripper staff would rip through his stone, go through it and then threaten to impale his Sith opponent as well.

Undume would then extend the blade, making it even more likely it will hit Gears as well.

Many will be questioning this line of attack. Why did the engima do this? He is the engima. That's all that needs to be said.

roll

Spoiler

Spoiler

1

 

[Connor Vance]

There’s one thing about spinning and impaling yourself. It’s always a bad idea. Particularly when advancing on a force sensitive. As the Rock and Connor got closer to one another, Connor’s ruined and extended hand opened. The lightning ceased, instead a single telekinetic shove happened. It was enough to send the Rock flying backwards. Hopefully shattering whatever resolve and whatever held them together as well.

Roll
15/20