<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/>Morgan's eyes widened.<strong>"Ceri!</strong>Get away from her you buckets of scrap metal before I get<em>really</em>mad!" The slime-girl's shouts were likely to fall on deaf ears, as she continued to pummel her first opponent with multiple tentacle lashings, though only one seemed to manage to crumple something inside the automaton this time. Shit - in her fury, Morgan had messed up. She let out a shout of frustration as she brought the shield in her left hand up, her blue appendages darting through the air dangerously in case this particular bucket of bolts had any ideas of getting away from her.