<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>5 / 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/>"How dare you bastards!" Roared the slime girl with renewed vigor, and a single tentacle thickened to resemble the root of a young tree battered right into the last bot in Morgan's reach and crunched in so much of its clockwork machinery that it immediately collapsed. Morgan gave Ceri a look of grim determination as the fox girl stood again, the faintest hint of a smile despite the desperate situation. As if to say<em>everything will be just fine!</em>with nothing but a look. Instead she said something else.<br/><br/>"I'll take care of that one! Cover me!" Pointing at one of the bolt bots, Morgan darted forward, trying to round around the rose bushes rather than fight her way through them, to get to one of their ranged assailants and show it the fury of a quite peeved Shifter in full force.