<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>12 / 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/>"Wh-wh-what?!" Morgan jumped as these strange metallic beings rose from the ground like buried corpses rising to devour the living, just distinctly lacking that whole 'corpse' part. However, these beings of metal were very clearly heavily armed! And not at all friendly, too. Ceri immediately opened fire on one, and Morgan knew she couldn't just stand by either. Ana was smashing one over the head with her hammer just as Morgan closed in on the one risen closest to herself, hand going to her scimitar, ready to pull the weapon and slash this thing apart.<br/><br/>...Just that she had forgotten something important, that she also hadn't noticed earlier. The blade was still bound in its sheath from traveling in her pack. But also... she felt that she might not even need it...? Driven by new instinct, she instead lashed out with her right arm. The structure of it shifted and changed, turning translucent and blue, and like a whip, it cracked right into the robot - twice, as her arm had shifted and manifested into two blue tentacles, swaying and moving at a thought alone in ways Morgan never thought possible for something living to move. A third tentacle sprung forth from her shoulder blade and lashed around her own body at the bot as she kept focus on fighting it, but the unusual feeling threw off her balance slightly, and so only the first two punishing blows worked out.<br/><br/>Still, she looked with an expression of concern, glee and excitement at what she could apparently do from instinct alone! She felt like she could even shift those tentacles further...<br/><br/>No time for that now, though, as she had to keep on her feet and keep her shield up for any counter attack by this or one of the other bots. "Hehehe... come and get some! Face Morgan Typhoon!"