OOC: I associated your old avatar with you alot, Slaveless, and would rather you kept it, but it's not my choice, and I don't really mind too much.
IC: Sturg had still not been fast enough, the grenade bounced off of his face and back under the Slig. His jaws had barely left the legs as it detonated, slighly infront of the legs. They flew towards him, smacking him as the face as both flew back, slightly protecting him from the blast. His back smashed into a wall hard, partly damaging it. He fell into unconsciousness, as he slid down onto the floor. Blood started dripping from his jaws. His underbelly skin was burnt, and he'd suffered mostly internal injuries in the process.
Slash watched the poor creature be sent flying with the pants. He had no idea what had happened to the psycho in the explosion, he'd have to wait until the smoke cleared, but he doughted it was alive, judging by the pants against the wall.
OOC: I can't be sure if #10 is dead or unconscious right now, Venks, I hope you don't mind me using the metal pants.
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