LotS/Alternate Talia's Legs

name::Alternate Talia's Legs	[[:Category:LotS/type::Pants|type::Pants]]
Attack: attack::960 Defense: defense::550
Appropriation of Ryx: Chance for bonus damage (10% @ 1,025,000); Extra damage against Nightmare raids (+4,100,000) (max: 5,125,000)
3. "You suck, Talia! Get off our planet!" The words were punctuated by a rifle blast that took the bottle out of her hand in shards and spilled its contents down her goatee. Another rebounded off her personal energy shield. As a gang enforcer she was used to a little verbal abuse. And murder attempts, for that matter. But this barrage of abuse and gunfire took her by surprise. Most weren't so foolish as to invite the attention of her firearms no matter how many members of their family she'd assassinated. She turned to regard the man in the doorway, noting the paltry length and sub-par lustre of his goatee with a sneer. "What's your problem?" she asked. "Did I kill your parents?" "Think you can go around opening rifts in the fabric of reality and then just sit down for a meal? Your singularity ate my bike!" "Huh?" she said as she shot the man dead.
Obtained from Invaders from Dimension B
Proc Rate procRate::10%
Proc Damage (minimum)
Proc Damage (cap)

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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Appropriation of Ryx: Chance for bonus damage (10% @ 1,025,000); Extra damage against Nightmare raids (+4,100,000) (max: 5,125,000)}} {{#set:text=3. "You suck, Talia! Get off our planet!"
The words were punctuated by a rifle blast that took the bottle out of her hand in shards and spilled its contents down her goatee. Another rebounded off her personal energy shield. As a gang enforcer she was used to a little verbal abuse. And murder attempts, for that matter. But this barrage of abuse and gunfire took her by surprise. Most weren't so foolish as to invite the attention of her firearms no matter how many members of their family she'd assassinated.
She turned to regard the man in the doorway, noting the paltry length and sub-par lustre of his goatee with a sneer.
"What's your problem?" she asked. "Did I kill your parents?"
"Think you can go around opening rifts in the fabric of reality and then just sit down for a meal? Your singularity ate my bike!"
"Huh?" she said as she shot the man dead.}} {{#set:obtained=Invaders from Dimension B}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}