<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u4B6UwM.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ship attack, Gulf of Mexico<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Copycat, team, survivors on water<br/>Character sheets (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>When the tentacle slams into her, Fetter is cursing her own stupidity-- she was flying full-tilt at the thing, watching its tentacles carefully, but it has EIGHT of course, and when one whips up alongside her as she's stabilizing her flight pattern, she feels the spray of seawater and tries to dodge-- too slowly.<br/><br/>The weight and speed of the thing sends her careening through the air in a tumbling pattern, causing her to skim the surface of the roiling ocean before regaining her bearings and gliding to a stop.  She shakes her head to clear the butterflies, heedless of the tiny ruby of blood at the base of her nostril.  She checks her comm link as she hears Midnight's command, and though her head is still spinning, she has the wherewithal to respond.  "Still in it-- Jesus that thing is strong."  The black around the edges fades enough that she can see Cherry is missing and CopyCat, like her, is shaking off a thunderbolt of concussion.<br/><br/>"I need orders here-- this thing is too big to go ten rounds, we'll get our asses handed to us.  It's-- like-- linked to the storm, I think... it's like fighting a damn hurricane--"