The wind strikes true, and the area she strikes seems to slow, then harden, then crack, finally shattering into pieces. Unfortunately, it's not a very large area, but it definitely did something. The ooze seems to take notice at that, sliding off of him, although leaving enough residue behind that he won't be able to use his hands for much, and begins sliding towards her at a creeping pace. (It covers about 10 feet, there's still another 10 between it and you.) He seems quite relieved at this, and begins fishing in his now-ruined pouch for something.