Status
2457
Status
1720
1-4
45
Resistances
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
[x0.7]
Stagger Threshold
45% (774)
0% (0)
level: 45
4
+6
3
+5
SKILL 3
4
+5
SKILL 4
9
+4
SKILL 5
9
+4
SKILL 6
4
+10
Inflict 1 mrcambc against the target every time the 'Hands' Part is hit. (3 times per turn)
Units with mrcamba cannot gain mrcambc.
When 'mrcambbdisplay' unit with mrcamba is broken, all Abnormality Parts gain 3 vulnerable next turn.
Units with mrcamba cannot gain mrcambc.
When 'mrcambbdisplay' unit with mrcamba is broken, all Abnormality Parts gain 3 vulnerable next turn.
PASSIVE
When the Core HP drops below 30% of Max HP, remove mrcamba and mrcambc from all Identities; then, inflict mrcambd against all Identities.
PASSIVE
Turn End: Gain 1 crimsontakedamageup, scarlettakedamageup, ambertakedamageup, shamrocktakedamageup, or azuretakedamageup (Max 3) for every 10 Potency of combustion, laceration, vibration, burst, or sinking on self, respectively.
PASSIVE
When hit with a Critical Hit, gain 1 indigotakedamageup once per Skill (Max 3)
When hit with a Skill that consumed 8+ charge Count, gain 1 violettakedamageup once per Skill. (Max 3)
When hit with a Skill that consumed 8+ charge Count, gain 1 violettakedamageup once per Skill. (Max 3)
PASSIVE
Story
Y’know what used to really irk me back home? Going without a meal, begging and pleading just so I can borrow some money… I never really minded that kinda thing. Only took a moment to put stuff like that behind me. What really got to me though, was… that look of contempt. Like I’m beneath them. I thought I’d gotten over that. Thought I’d grown out of it, learned to endure, ignore, and move on. … Until today. That thing doesn’t even look like a person. I wouldn’t even know how to describe that floaty thing if someone asked me to. But… You know what I mean, right? It’s got that… oddly demeaning gaze. At least that’s what it feels like. It really got to me for some reason. Weird, squiggly artsy fartsy-lookin’… Tsk. I think it’s making some odd metallic noise, too. Kinda looks like it's made of gold, doesn’t it? We should scrap it and sell its pieces so we can grab us tons of gourmet beef for a barbecue party. → I must inquire: is the thought of food consumption all that you are capable of processing? → Hey, I spent most of my life hungry, ‘kay? I guess rich kids with full bellies and cushy homes won’t understand. → Mmm~ I understand! Beef always tastes good, hungry or not. Even though I’ve never been hungry before I joined the company, hehe. → That’s not what I— ha ha.
Haah… Yeah, I can tell that this one isn’t gonna be easy. I was right on the money about its ‘look of contempt’. The thing just glared at the one that attacked it most... before suddenly switching to a different kind of look? 'Worthless wretch, your worth is not enough to even lay a finger on me.' … that’s what it would’ve said if it had a mouth, don'tcha think? That’s the impression I got, anyway. Oh, and… sometimes, a huge pair of hands would just burst outta nowhere and snatch one of us away. Meursault got snatched last time… and we didn’t know what to do. And the thing just squeezed him ‘till it left nothing but what looked like crushed tomato puree behind... Eeuughh… just awful, right? Anyways… the only way to free us is to literally smack the hand until it breaks. Didn’t know it’d be that straightforward, but yeah… And uh, if the hands ever get me… please, please make sure to prioritize breaking its grasp, ‘kay? Sure, dying is never fun. But if I’m going to die anyway, I’d rather not get panini pressed to death.
Okay, so I thought about this for a sec. Its grabby palm attack and its gaze full of contempt… they’ve gotta be related somehow. First things first: the palms don’t just randomly grab any Sinner. We've been missing its logic and pattern this whole time. There’s a specific window where it grabs us if we attack its hands. At first, I thought it was just plucking us one by one, like plucking weeds from a garden… going for the most annoying one of us. You see the logic, right? If you could squash anything getting in your way into tomato paste, wouldn’t you? Actually, it totally makes sense. Wouldn’t everyone? … I guess it’s my fault for expecting these things to follow any common sense. Oh, but I think we can use its palms to our advantage. During the fight, we managed to free one of the captured Sinners who had its gaze on ‘em. And that seemed to… really catch it off guard. Must’ve been a shock, huh? Watching us, who are supposed to be nothing but lowly wretches, actually breaking its grasp and freeing our friend… know what I mean? It seemed dazed for a good while, too. And that’s when we managed to really hurt it. Mmm… still, we have to let it gaze at us with that weird look if we wanna pull off something like that again. I guess it’s all about managing the risk & return, y’know…? Boy, good luck, Dante! Hope your head doesn’t explode tryna work out this mess. … Oh my, is that why it’s always on fire? You know I’m just joshin’ ya, right? Hehe. → Though your intentions may not have been hostile, I believe it is inappropriate to ridicule the Executive Manager as you have done here. → Well, this isn’t anything new. If you want to tackle every instance of you guys making fun of me, you'll be lecturing Heathcliff all week. And then some. → I give him a fair share of warnings every time I get the chance, Executive Manager. → What I’m saying is that I’m okay with it, so there’s no need to do something like that… → Huh? Clockhead's scribbled something here. Oh... so that's why our resident stick-up-the-arse sighed at me earlier, eh?
Found in: