It took at least nine tf hits for the tf to actually occur involuntarily,
and when Mount Golga Doom gave a particularly huge
sentient blue smoke creture birthing belch
and Diablo got hit with the impact from only 8 tf lance discharges.
The other 12 lancers aim had been thrown by the ground shaking and had missed the target.Three of the lancers hadn't put enough tf priming powder in the pan
and one lancer hadn't even fired her lance,but just crouched there,clearly in shell shock.
The orc staggered off,clearly in distress.
Eight hits wouldn't cause a involuntarily tf in the orc,but the massive need
he now felt to shrink in size,sprout butterfly wings,walk on six legs
and eat leaves was going to put him out of action for the next while till
the unseen tf wounds slowly healed.
Meanwhile the angel-unicorns waited for the billowing clouds of bluish tf smoke
around them to clear,
When it finally did,the decietful orc had escaped.The Angel
issued supplies
of tf powder to his 25 troops and the platoon spent the next half
hour knocking in orc housedoors ,demanding the orc women and girls
who answered to hand over a escaped insurrectionist male orc.
Then they trudged back to camp,just outside of the town,and
got a look at what Mount Golga Doom
was birthing.
A huge billowing cloud of sentient blue smoke.
"Thats a 100 stoner easily" said one angel-unicorn
" That rules out horses,wolves and bears.100 stones?
Thats a dragon or a wyvern for sure!" said another