LotS/Trouble in Tokyo Gloves

name::Trouble in Tokyo Gloves	[[:Category:LotS/type::Gloves|type::Gloves]]
Attack: attack::650 Defense: defense::650
Day of the Daikaiju: Chance for bonus damage; additional damage for each piece of Trouble in Tokyo set equipped, additional damage against Titanic size raids for each piece of Trouble in Tokyo set equipped
5. Krandar roared. Something had fallen on his face! If some bird had dared fly overhead and void its bowels on his majestic visage, he'd... Oh. The last traces of sleep sloughed from his brain like innards oozing from a carcass, and he remembered. He was stuck in this place -- where there was no sky above and neither grass nor dirt beneath his feet. No scents of prey, females, or cool, refreshing lakes. Then what... He looked up in time to see an opening snap shut. Then he lowered his gaze, and saw what had landed on his skull. Meat! All of a sudden, Krandar realized he was hungry. His snout descended and sniffed the large hunk of bloody flesh. It was... odd. Unfamiliar. His nose recognized it as meat, as his eyes had. But the scent wasn't that of the countless animals he'd slaughtered and devoured over the years. He sniffed it again. It was strange, but not bad. So Krandar snapped it up and ate.
Obtained from Trouble in Tokyo

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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Day of the Daikaiju: Chance for bonus damage; additional damage for each piece of Trouble in Tokyo set equipped, additional damage against Titanic size raids for each piece of Trouble in Tokyo set equipped}} {{#set:text=5. Krandar roared. Something had fallen on his face! If some bird had dared fly overhead and void its bowels on his majestic visage, he'd...

Oh. The last traces of sleep sloughed from his brain like innards oozing from a carcass, and he remembered. He was stuck in this place -- where there was no sky above and neither grass nor dirt beneath his feet. No scents of prey, females, or cool, refreshing lakes. Then what...

He looked up in time to see an opening snap shut. Then he lowered his gaze, and saw what had landed on his skull. Meat! All of a sudden, Krandar realized he was hungry. His snout descended and sniffed the large hunk of bloody flesh.

It was... odd. Unfamiliar. His nose recognized it as meat, as his eyes had. But the scent wasn't that of the countless animals he'd slaughtered and devoured over the years. He sniffed it again. It was strange, but not bad. So Krandar snapped it up and ate.}} {{#set:obtained=Trouble in Tokyo}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}