"Fuck...God fucking damn you...grrr..." Malahue struggled violently as the tendrils wrapped around him.  It was pure bullshit, he was build like a tank and he still couldn't break free.  Bunching his large muscles up, he flexed and tried to pop the tentacles off of his body, but couldn't seem to get anywhere other then loosening them slightly.  The pair was doing terribly, and there would need a real run of good luck to get anywhere.<br/><br/>HP: 124<br/>Transformations bonus   total<br/>Str: 5      +2                             7<br/>End: 6                                      6<br/>Gra: 5                                      5<br/>Cha: 10                                   10<br/>Int: 6      -1                              5<br/>Spi: 6                                       6<br/><br/>P. Def: 62<br/>M. Def: 66<br/>S. Def: 66<br/><br/>Roll Result: Xilos rolled: 1d100, adding 17to the total<br/>Comment: Malahue Showy Attack<br/>Result: 48,<br/>Total: 65<br/>Result: Blocked, 2 Damage<br/>(Man alive.  We've landed 4 out of 12 blows, and the opponent has landed 5 out of 6, 3 of which were devastating blows.  This is just a terrible, terrible match for us.)