Take the crowbar then pat her head already.
One of my favorite characters of all time would default to using her mace to open locks if the rogue wasn't around.
I've seen LPL open plenty of locks with a hammer before... so it's a valid tactic.
Percussive Maintenance if you want to sound professional.
“Tension on hit one, nothing on hit two… seeing a bit of give on hit three, and now we’re in.”
Or our barbarians “I'll smash the whole door in” after the rogue couldn't open the lock “the proper way”
Who needs lock picks when you've got two perfectly good dwarven fists?
I like your art
shyness
Be proud, it's good stuff. The pencil colouring really adds to the atmosphere of the art in a much better way than block computer colouring does.
I'm an electrician (among other things), and one of the tools I carry is an 18" big screwdriver that I call my "F*ck You Screwdriver." I have a matching set of pliers (that are 2 feet long).
I used to be a repair tech for a company that makes postage meters and mail processing machines. Everything from a desktop stamping machine to big industrial sorters larger than some apartments I've lived in. I mainly worked on the big ones and the techs for the smaller machines liked to make fun of us for frequently defaulting to banging on stuff with hammers because we used the term "percussive maintenance" unironically. Also "four by four engineering," used to describe employing a long wood 4x4 as a lever for lowering and raising the hundred and fifty pound gearbox from it's inconveniently placed mounting on a certain model of inserter.
I am an engineer and used to struggle pretty hard with mechanic things because my instincts say that if something isn’t doing what I want that means I’m doing it wrong and forcing it will break it.
The thing that broke that block was a coworker at a startup who was both an engineer and our aircraft mechanic. He told me, “in my experience the best aircraft mechanics are basically just big dumb apes that wail on airplanes with hammers until they do what they want.” Sometimes I would help him do aircraft maintenance and would balk at a task worrying that I’d break a $2M airplane. We had another tech that would say, “who cares? I promise you can’t break it bad enough that we can’t fix it after”
Those things have stuck with me for years and I am no longer afraid of pulling out the big boy breaker bar when I need it.
It reminds me of the mini battering ram the UK police use to break open doors. They call it the "big red key".
