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Or you could spend a little more money on the weapon and make the weapon compact which would bring it down a size.

"Well. Couldn't'cha make anudder one?" Lobo says as he allows the buzz-saw to pass perilously close to one of the men on the ground.

"Why don't'cha toss it on over here. Anyway you can detonate dem sonsavitches while dey're still wit' der employer as opposed to der target?" Lobo asks with a grin.

I'm still around. As long as I get to be playing the Main Man, well, I'll keep playing him.

Lobo spits his still lit cigar into the spinning buzz-saw blade making it pop and send embers down on the cowering people.

Lobo "accidentally" put the buzz saw arm down and grinds it into the floor. "Oops. Uh what he said. Tell us 'bout da stuff." as he lifts it back off the ground.

Lobo reaches up and grabs Caelin (or attempts to) in mid pounce "'ey Furball. Normally when people drop to the ground it means dey surrender." as he does.

Lobo strolls forward, keeping an eye out for the scientist they're looking for, while still carrying the arm with the spinning buzz saw and says "Do you guys need a hand with that door? 'Cause I'm sure I can help you out in that department."

Lobo smiles and pulls the door open for Luna. "Der you go liddle lady."

"What? Ya think dey'd try da sane thing twice?" Lobo says as he strolls up to the door, still carrying the buzz saw arm. He reaches for the door and checks to see if its locked. If the buzz saw stops working he'll pout and drop it. If it's still working he'll continue to carry it.

Lobo looks at the tip of the buzz-saw and says "Wow. I have got to get me one of these." and then he feels the heat of the staff behind him and he turns just in time to see the rest of the creature get blasted down the hall. Lobo starts to laugh and then pauses when Caelin speaks and then after...

A large grin creeps onto Lobo's face as he lets go of the gun (so that it flops back on the strap around his chest) and grabs the severed arm. He picks it up, looks at the bug and and rams it right back into the bug. OOC: Don't know what the damage is for it so whatever it is, if Lobo hits...

OOC: Is the buzzsaw on the arm still spinning?

Lobo aims up and fires at the creature again, aiming for the source of the black ichor in hopes of pitting it down for good whilst saying "Yeah, yeah, you like dat? You like dat? 'ave some more den!" Attack and possible damage. (1d20+9=29, 2d8+1=9) Confirm critical? (1d20+9=19)

OOC: I spaced on that last one. Lobo was carrying the machine gun that does 2d8 damage not the pistol that does 2d6 damage. Had to go back a few pages but I found it. So I throw it onto you GM. Either take the rolls as is or use your GM powers to roll damage for 2d8. Either way I'll deal with...

Lobo grunts as he raises the pistol and fires at the bug, immediately wondering to himself why he didn't use the other weapons he was carrying. Attack with pistol and possible damage. (1d20+8=28, 2d6=9) Confirm critical. (1d20+8=16)

"Oh damn it!! Seth!!! After I kill this thing, I'm gonna punch you in da back of da head." Lobo says but then gets distracted by the new hole in his jeans "Damn it. Now I'm gonna hav'ta but another pair." [color=gray]OOC: Initiative (1d20+4=9)

"Really Seth? You had to go there. No we're gonna get into da sh*t for sure. I'll thank you later." Lobo utters in a low growl.

"Ok. Whatever. Hows'a'bout we jus' get on with dis." Lobo says as he follows the rest down the walkway.

Lobo's mind flashes to opening the door wide and saying "oops" as a response but dismisses it since he doesn't know if Luna would survive the blast.