Here is the hammer of the One Who Grips.
HP | 99.0 + (3.41*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Here is the hammer of the One Who Grips. |
Morning Greeting | The time is ripe to discipline the body. I suggest that you participate in the gathering as well to help cleanse your mind. |
Afternoon Greeting | I did not anticipate encountering you at this hour. If you have any woes regarding your work, please don’t hesitate to inform me. |
Evening Greeting | I suggest you retire to bed early so that you may preserve your strength. As for myself… there is a matter that needs me to be gripped. |
Chatter #1 | It is one’s highest honor to aid the One Who Grips. I still have not forgotten the moment I was appointed as such. |
Chatter #2 | So you are curious about this nail. This one is used to manufacture N Corp’s canned experiences. As for its use… You would do well to see where it’s used yourself. |
Chatter #3 | This mask has been bestowed upon me by the One Who Grips. The one I wore in the past could no longer conceal the tubes carrying lifefluid. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | …It seems that there is someone recently holding the attention of the One Who Grips. It involves something about the potential to serve as a Nail. I would like to know how you determine who to appoint. Please share your wisdom. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | I am but a Hammer, serving a single Nail. Although the One Who Grips insists that I teach that disciple, a seed with the bearings of a Nail… Nay. If the One Who Grips instructs, then I am to follow. |
Idle | The hammer always waits in place, ready to be gripped. |
Uptying | Though I believe myself to be ever too puny to deserve such recognition, I will accept if you insist. |
Deployment | I am here. |
Stage Entry | They shan’t rest beneath the earth. |
Viewed in Battle | I heed your words. |
Commencing Attack | You shall repent. |
Enemy Stagger | A worthless resistance. |
Staggered | Such feeble faith. |
Enemy Killed | The heretic has been purged. |
Death | The hammer… shall pursue you to the end… |
Check Passed | For the One Who Grips had ordered me to succeed. |
Check Failed | It was the fault of my inability. |
Victory Cry | If the One Who Grips is satisfied, that is enough for me. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | I devote this superb victory to the One Who Grips. |
Defeat Wail | It is all… the fault of my weakness… |
Obsessive Hammer
When below 50% HP, remove 1 negative status effect and gain 1 Fanatic, 1 Attack Power Up, and 3 Protection at the start of the combat phase.
Highest Honor
CRIMSON x 3
Apply 1 Attack Power Up and 1 Protection to the ally with the least HP below 50%.
If the ally is an 'N Corp. Fanatic', also apply 1 Fanatic.
Drive
Drive
Drive
Drive
You Are Cleansed of Sin
You Are Cleansed of Sin
You Are Cleansed of Sin
You Are Cleansed of Sin
Annihilate Heretics
Annihilate Heretics
The child was surrounded by people in thick suits of armor.
Each individual carried a large nail in one hand, and in the other was a hammer so massive that it almost seemed improbable to hold with a single grip.
Hear me, Großhammer.
One of them approached the child to report…
The shadows of heresy are no longer seen in this area.
……
The child, referred to as a Großhammer, gently exhaled. His breath trembled ever so slightly.
You may return now.
The child’s voice is always low and aloof.
His vocalizations were reflected by the mask that covers his face at all times, giving his voice a holy-sounding echo.
What about you, Großhammer…
I have a duty to see it to the end, for the One Who Grips has ordered it.
If that is what the One Who Grips wishes.
Clatter, clatter.
All the others left the space, leaving the child alone in that corpse-littered corridor.
Huff…
The child removes his mask.
It revealed his concealed side.
A small mechanical device covers his mouth. Green tubes are eerily embedded in his skin.
Right, that gadget must belong to K Corp.
My faith… is draining.
The child’s voice was now far shakier. It wasn’t brought about by fear or dread.
It’s a swelling, the struggle of something trying to break free.
Ugh!
The tremble soon subsides, however.
It seems the child did something with the device about his mouth. The liquid in its tubes drained into it in an instant.
I… am purity…
Clatter, clatter.
A hammer… loyal to the One Who Grips…
The child wore his mask once again.
Thus, he walked away, muttering to himself.