LotS/Tetrarchos' Dragon Claws
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| name::Tetrarchos' Dragon Claws | [[:Category:LotS/type::Gloves|type::Gloves]] |
| Attack: attack::440 Defense: defense::420 |
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| Four of Him: Chance for bonus damage (10% @ 225,500); Extra damage for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+25,625/Max: 1,045,500); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids (563,750); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+64,050/Max: 3,136,500) | |
| 5. It was meager prey. A band of criminals dressed in cheap masks and cheaper avarice, fresh from a gambling den with robbery-filled sacks. Tech-Fist and Mech-Leg leapt down into their midst. It took only seconds, a few punches and kicks. Then the heroes stood in a sea of groaning bodies and spilled hard creds that glittered in the streetlamps' yellow-white light. His snake-self was jealous. His dragon-self admired their swift, certain violence. His lion-self yearned to jump down and battle the two for pride and supremacy. His goat-self said there would be more crimes elsewhere. The lion-self growled but acquiesced. | |
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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Four of Him: Chance for bonus damage (10% @ 225,500); Extra damage for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+25,625/Max: 1,045,500); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids (563,750); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+64,050/Max: 3,136,500)}} {{#set:text=5. It was meager prey. A band of criminals dressed in cheap masks and cheaper avarice, fresh from a gambling den with robbery-filled sacks. Tech-Fist and Mech-Leg leapt down into their midst. It took only seconds, a few punches and kicks. Then the heroes stood in a sea of groaning bodies and spilled hard creds that glittered in the streetlamps' yellow-white light. His snake-self was jealous. His dragon-self admired their swift, certain violence. His lion-self yearned to jump down and battle the two for pride and supremacy. His goat-self said there would be more crimes elsewhere. The lion-self growled but acquiesced.}} {{#set:obtained=Tetrarchos Vault}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}