Naael easily avoids the lunging tentacles, hissing. "So, you fuckers want to play, then?" she taunts. "You'll not have her!" she roars, as she zealously begins cleansing the room of the wriggling horrors.<br/><br/>(+5 Athletics. -2 on first attack roll, so spending a FP, her last unless being outside the Labrynth gave her a refresh, to reroll... which results in a -1, instead. >_<. Total of +3 Weapons)