Oh,<em>ick.</em>Charlotte's pretty face wrinkled at the thought of it; Some kind of...*goo* creature, one that'd be all too happy to grab her...<br/><br/>-Out came her torch. Flint and steel flickered, and ignited the oil-soaked head with a satisfying *whoomph* of flame- It was really becoming *far* more useful than she'd expected; The lady knight would give the torch a wave, and see if the goo would flinch away- If not, she'd toss it to the surface, and *let* the mindless thing cling onto it instead- The worse case of heartburn *ever*.