wil 3, edge 3 (6d6.hitsopen(5,6)=2)
you win with 1 net hit, he takes 6 damage and is knocked downThe force of your spell smacked into the driver, rattling him about in his seat. His head smacks into the door and the truck begins to pull to the left under the influence of the flat tire.
It takes a second before the gangers in the cab realise what has happened, their eager shouts replaced with a look of untold panic.
They grab the steering array too late, the truck impacting heavily into a street lamp as it mounts the pavement, scattering the pedestrian traffic into the shops and making them duck for cover behind the parked vehicles.
Two of the riders in the back of the pickup are catapulted over the top of the cab, landing hard on the concrete pavement slabs.
You see no movement from them as the scene behind you grows smaller with the distance Dunk puts between you and it.
Fuck me lads, thought we were here to take a wee look around, not make a fucking sceneHe checks in the rear view mirror as he takes a left, taking another right at the next junction, trying to lengthen the gap to the crash site and lose any other tails.
Looking at the window as the adrenaline levels start to fade off, you see you'd headed deeper into the slums. In the excitement, you'd lost your bearings somewhat.