Finexia paused, looking at the house for a bit. Then she shrugged to herself, slipping up to where she thought she was about eighty feet away, and not upwind, hopefully. And then she charged from the bushes, her tentacles propelling her at a godly speed. And then one of the tentacles struck like the fist of an angry god.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Attack: 14+12=26 to hit. Damage: 2d6+8=16