<em>That[ /i] was it. A central orb- The very *core* of this bizarre...fluid-being! Charlotte drew her new shortsword, the blade resting easily in her hand- Better for stabbing, not slashing, in this constricted environment! The lady knight set her face, bracing for the thrust...Then *lunged*, hard, aiming the blade with a twist of her wrists! This way, even if she was ensnared, she'd only be drawn towards her target...</em>