Peach Pluton Apockalypse - Round 6
Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2019 9:29 am
So we've had the forum derpout in the meantime, and this battle has become... 'rather' big.
I've stopped keeping track of the time it takes to process it all, take the pictures, resize them, upload them, and post them. I'm not giving up on it though, would just ask for you guys to be patient (well, not like you have much choice I guess
) and keep an eye out for when I do post the rounds so you can send orders swiftly (as not receiving everyone's orders would be the one thing that would make me discontinue the battle).
Aaaanyway, enough talk, more fighting!
SHITGOATS
Shitgoats roll the best iniative again!

They attack Johnny and a garrison trooper, but don't manage to kill them.

The trooper on the tower gets pummelled though.

The poomancer starts casting his foul magic on the defense gun. The structure below it transmutes and becomes somewhat saggy and weaker. It's not quite enough to topple the turret just yet, but the damage will add up over time if he keeps this up.

The dungan who got close to the cockpit of the tank last turn hops in now. The psychobots breath a proverbial sigh of relief as he turns his ire on the last peach infiltrator, spattering him (and his poo) everywhere.

With no usable arms left, yet still in the agony of being burned alive, the dungan bumrushes flamer, trying to knock him over. He fails but locks him in 'melee'. The flames also don't affect the psychobot.

The remaining furbeasts and dungans attack whoever they can. The furbeast is moving at half speed for now (having fallen off the wall the round before) and one dungan trips and falls flat on his face. However, one zips across the battlefield, heading towards the Brittanians.

"Ryeeehh!"
"FFUUUU!"
Aaaanyway, enough talk, more fighting!
SHITGOATS
Shitgoats roll the best iniative again!

They attack Johnny and a garrison trooper, but don't manage to kill them.

The trooper on the tower gets pummelled though.

The poomancer starts casting his foul magic on the defense gun. The structure below it transmutes and becomes somewhat saggy and weaker. It's not quite enough to topple the turret just yet, but the damage will add up over time if he keeps this up.

The dungan who got close to the cockpit of the tank last turn hops in now. The psychobots breath a proverbial sigh of relief as he turns his ire on the last peach infiltrator, spattering him (and his poo) everywhere.

With no usable arms left, yet still in the agony of being burned alive, the dungan bumrushes flamer, trying to knock him over. He fails but locks him in 'melee'. The flames also don't affect the psychobot.

The remaining furbeasts and dungans attack whoever they can. The furbeast is moving at half speed for now (having fallen off the wall the round before) and one dungan trips and falls flat on his face. However, one zips across the battlefield, heading towards the Brittanians.

"Ryeeehh!"
"FFUUUU!"



















































