So Kairn just straight-up pimpslaps you to death. Why bother with anything more when you're a vampire?
—Ross Scott, Ross's Game Dungeon: Veil of Darkness
"And now we return to our movie, Poke of Doom!"
"Can't you see this woman has severe pokey trauma?!"
"Can't you see this woman has severe pokey trauma?!"
The punk yelped as agony shot through his shoulder. After watching his mates so easily dealt with, he felt certain that this devil woman had ripped his arm clear off. He had only a brief moment to realize that she had only dislocated the shoulder before her fingers tapped into his temple, giving him a temporary release from the pain as unconsciousness took him.
"I do not require a firearm," said TuMok. "I am trained in the ancient martial arts of my species. With a Martian soldier, a single finger can be deadly."
"That's true," admitted Proton. "Give someone the finger on Mars and you might not live to regret it."
"That's true," admitted Proton. "Give someone the finger on Mars and you might not live to regret it."
"The mental advantage was now Link's, as Jonas looked down at his armor and saw it was damaged for the first time in his many battles … by this guy's fucking finger!"
