Fronwing in disgust, sweetwater spat to get the taste of rancid blood out.  IT was in her nose, not on her tongue, but it helped her focus.  Wading forwards in the sludge, she swung her blade in an arc just above water level, trying to slash a leach in two.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">--Fort Save 18<br/>--Attack Roll 16<br/>--16 Possible Damage.<br/></div></div>