Status
226
Status
226
1-2
52
Resistances
[x]
Normal
[x1]
Normal
[x1]
Ineff.
[x0.5]
[x]
Normal
[x1]
Ineff.
[x0.5]
Normal
[x1]
[x]
Normal
[x1]
Stagger Threshold
30% (68)
0% (0)
Unless this unit is Staggered or Part Broken, lower its Stagger Threshold by 5 On Hit with an Attack Skill
PASSIVE
level: 50
4
+4
SKILL 2
5
+9
SKILL 3
[On Use] If this unit's Speed is faster than the target's, Clash Power +1 for each Speed difference (max 3)
[On Hit] Trigger vibrationexplosion
10
+15
Story
Red things seeped from what resembles a rock. Its nature could not be determined; it very well could be veins, muscle tissue, or aught else that carries blood. Thus the most ideal nomenclature for the fluid, for the moment, would be ‘red things’. With its every movement, the four smaller rocks held by the red things wavered precariously. It rolls its eyeball still, yet naught seems enough to stir it; it refuses to even ram us with its body. Instead, it merely swings with what is in its grasp. Though it oft lashes with two or so of what is grasped, it swings all four rocks at once, from time to time. As those numbers must originate from its own conscious decisions… I consider this to be a living being. In other words, I am, in turn, alive as well still. I merely find it regrettable that the rock is no longer levitating. It is quite miraculous that such a thin thing can endure the weight of such a heavy boulder… Yet, as it is attached to the earth, it is self-evident truth that it can no longer be said to be in a state of levitation. What has once levitated, though bereft of wings, has fallen to the earth. And the rock vacillates hither to thither, fettered to the swaying red thing with no freedom to call its own. Though its form has changed, its nature remains that it is a lazy living being. Yet, it may also be said that such staunch resilience to change may itself be a form of assiduity. What changes is slothfulness, yet what changes not is diligence. What an odd sophistry. Such is all I have to say. → I.D.K.W.T.H.H.T.A. → C’mon, mate. Even the incomprehensible lass can’t understand what the hell you’re talking about. Write plainly for once, yeah? → I believe that this record was composed in quite the luculent incontrovertibility… → Lucu— Incontro— Haah. C’mon, Yi Sang. You’re doing this on purpose at this point, aren't ya? → … I have naught else to say.
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