Equip Trait
When attacking a heavy enemy (weight 3 or greater), ATK increased to 115%
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| atk | 65 |
| def | 30 |
Talent Information
Info
When attacking Sarkaz enemies, increase ATK to 155%
Info
When attacking Sarkaz enemies, increase ATK to 155%
Info
When attacking Sarkaz enemies, increase ATK to 160% (+5%)
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x2
x20
x4
x50000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Defeat a total of 20 Sarkaz enemies with Toddifons (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme 4-6 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Toddifons, and can only include 6 other Operators as members |
Operator
Module Description
She squeezed the trigger, the bowstring rebounded, and the bolt flew out with a whistling sound, hitting the bullseye dead on. Toddifons walked forward and looked at the bolthead buried in the bullseye, but failed to find any joy in her heart...The entire testing field was a mess. Standard crossbow bolts were stuck in targets, two or three armor-piercing bolts were stuck in the wall, and several shattered targets bore the signs of explosives. The operator in charge of the field had never seen anything like this before and ran off to report up the chain, leaving Toddifons to tinker with the bolts out of spite. Before long, another bolt was firmly stuck in a target.
When the testing field supervisor was dragged in by an operator, Toddifons was installing more lethal heads on the bolt, before turning to shoot her target full of holes.
The supervisor remained silent for a while, then, without looking back, pulled the operator along towards the workshop. Nobody knew what madness had gotten into Toddifons, but one thing was certain: if anyone dared to go in there, this crazy Vouivre would probably use them for target practice.
...
When Toddifons's supervising craftsman arrived at the testing field, the entire area looked like it had been carpet bombed, every target in sight has been thoroughly struck by Toddifons's siege crossbow. She was now sitting quietly next to the weapon, motionless as a volcano about to erupt.
Nobody had ever seen Toddifons like this before. No matter how the craftsman spoke to her, she remained unresponsive. So, after confirming that there were no bolts loaded into her crossbow, the craftsman asked the operator to come in and clean up, while continuing to try to communicate with Toddifons.
It's unclear how much time passed before she suddenly snapped out of it and asked her supervising craftsman about parts parameters and mechanical adjustments. The craftsman answered the questions one by one, and relieved a lot.
It seemed like the volcano wouldn't erupt today, he thought to himself. So he sat next to Toddifons, watching her adjust the siege crossbow and fire a new bolt that lodged itself dead center in the freshly-replaced bullseye. Just like before, Toddifons pulled out the bolt, looked at the target with disappointment on her face, and walked back to her weapon.
Then, before the craftsman's eyes, she threw the bolt like a spear. It shattered the target and embedded itself in the wall of the testing field.
After throwing it, Toddifons stared at her supervisor with her hands outstretched and an unusual look of helplessness in her eyes.
If left to her own devices, Toddifons might be stuck here until the end of time, but the craftsman had a better solution. He walked up to Toddifons and spoke softly:
'We have an order to repair the defensive artillery in the city we're mooring in next week. If you have time, you can come and take a look.'
