Status
142
Status
142
1-3
48
Resistances
Weak
[x1.5]
Normal
[x1]
Normal
[x1]
Normal
[x1]
Normal
[x1]
Normal
[x1]
Normal
[x1]
Endure
[x0.75]
Normal
[x1]
Weak
[x1.5]
Stagger Threshold
60% (85)
20% (28)
0% (0)
level: 50
2
+5
3
+4
Combat Start: starts the Encounter only with half of max HP
PASSIVE
Gain +1 laceration Count every time this unit is hit
Turn End: consume 3 laceration Count on self to gain 1 hardenedblood
Turn End: consume 3 laceration Count on self to gain 1 hardenedblood
PASSIVE
Prioritizes targets with laceration
Turn End: if this unit failed to deal any damage this turn, gain 2 vulnerable and 2 attackup next turn
Turn End: if this unit failed to deal any damage this turn, gain 2 vulnerable and 2 attackup next turn
PASSIVE
Take 10% less damage from laceration (rounded down)
On Hit, if the target has laceration, heal 10% of the damage dealt
On Hit, if the target has laceration, heal 10% of the damage dealt
PASSIVE
Story
Oi, have I seriously got to write a report *now*? Hah, well.. I suppose it could come in handy later. First off, it’s got dark red stuff comin’ out of its body like bloody bones. I don’t think they’re real bones, but… Used to know some bloke from the pub who worked in the mines. One time, he nicked an unprocessed gemstone or somethin’ and showed it off to everyone. The red stuff reminds me of that gemstone. The creatures’ got red eyes, by the way. No, not like they’re bloodshot, more like their eyes are naturally red… Oh, they did attack us like bloodshot, rabid animals, of course. They also looked a tad… starved? This is just a stab in the dark, based on my first impressions of ‘em, but they’ve all got the eyes of a… a starving tramp. Right, so far they’ve all attacked us without any provocation from our side, yeah? It ain’t like they were particularly hostile against us. It’s more like the smell of blood flowing through our veins drove ‘em barmy. Beastlike things, in the shape of a human, if you ask me. What else… Oh, make sure to completely immobilize them before turning your backs to ‘em. These sods regenerate. Well. Our resident smartarse, Faust, did say that the specific manner of ‘immobilization’ I'm talking about ain't possible on the train, but… … at least keep their body parts far, far away from one another, and that’ll probably buy us a day or two. Their sheer aggression can be pretty hard to deal with, but it ain’t nothing we can’t manage. Also, watch out for the red stuff on their hands. They’re quite prickly. → Woah! Like unprocessed gemstones? Hey, we could make a fortune selling them! → T-that doesn’t make any sense, Rodya… → The crystals are unlikely to be of any significant financial worth. They are simply congealed blood. → Aw, darn. What a way to rain on my parade.
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