Damage was done to the Red Woman. The nature of a form which reshaped at whim made it impossible to see any lasting harm done, and yet she did not like being shot, being chopped, whipped, and dragged. It aggravated her, and when she became agitated, she spoke emphatically.<br/><br/>"Ask a child to explain the stars," she exploded, indignant. "A thing am I no longer, but the hurt of every lunatic."<br/>A trailing tether of crimson followed her further and further from the bath faucet, along Medb's yank. It diminished, as it shrank, and there may yet be a limit to the Red Woman's leash.<br/><br/>But that limit was not reached as the Red Woman melted amorphous, sloshed between Medb's thighs, and reformed on the far side of her, moving to free the jailed orderlies. Still her leash followed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Medb and Danae can each make an opportunity attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Normally, opportunity attacks must be melee attacks, so this may prevent Danae from making one.<br/></div></div><br/><br/>"You will find me none shy, mademoiselle. I grace the mind with lips true and drink its dark secret nigglings, no matter how horrid. When all is quiet and calm, I give your body new purpose."<br/><br/>A hand lost its lifelike shape jamming into the lock of room<em>A, </em>and as though her body a key, the Red Woman freed the masked orderlies from incarceration- either of which seemed eager to join the battle.<br/><br/>"If you value the waif, you will surrender, for you will not break through to her hidden heart except through me."