<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Morgan Typhoon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2334172)</strong><em>Human Legendary Shifter 1 CG</em><strong>HP</strong>3 / 12<strong>Init</strong>1<strong>AC</strong>17<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>3<strong>Will</strong>1<strong>CMB</strong>+5<strong>BAB</strong>1<strong>Primary Natural Attack</strong>5 (1d6+4, 20)<br/><strong>Secondary Natural Attack</strong>0 (1d6+2, 20)<br/><strong>Scimitar</strong>+5 (1d6+4, 18-20/2)<strong>Str</strong>19 (4)<strong>Dex</strong>12 (1)<strong>Con</strong>14 (2)<strong>Wis</strong>8 (-1)<strong>Int</strong>10 (0)<strong>Cha</strong>15 (2)<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted Uniform with Lamellar Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In front of the mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Ophelia, Ana, anyone else still around<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Hey, I sai- UGH!" Morgan lurched forward, suddenly hit in the back with a crossbow bolt. Gritting her teeth, she  caught herself, and was immediately struck by yet another one from the side. Blueish liquid ran down her back and side now - the blood of her new form. Sweat formed on her forehead from the pain and fighting against it, but instead of showing it outwardly, she suddenly smiled again. "I'm... okay. Gonna take a whole lot... more to... take me down! And you, get the hell away from Ceri already!"<br/><br/>Moving in on the two bots next to Ceri, Morgan's yellow eyes looked down to her friend briefly before focusing on the bot armed with a blade, and her tentacles struck out repeatedly to take the bundle of bolts down. Only one seemed to strike true, though.