The ooze stands, flicking tentacles in the direction of Lorelei and the other Delvers, great black arms attempting to grasp and catch, to pull in it's prey.  It seems unconcerned about having ripped off the bard's fabric top, though it is clear to see that it is being swirled about in the black goo as it rises and churns.  Then the monster lunges, sliding forward and bringing out essentially a net of tentacles, all grasping for the pale skin of the bard.  Her blade slices quickly as she dances among the mess, spatters of black goo flicking to the sides of her as she deftly sidesteps, keeping the attention of the ooze for now and avoiding attacks, but not appearing to do significant harm to it.  The expression on the woman's face remains implacable.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/70/5b/dc705b7a64d47cc53124768903cde9ac.jpg)</div>Sydney's call to the creature draws it's attention, turning it's head without moving it's shoulders.  It's head tilts at the words and it begins to draw forward, pulled more by the groping of Sydney's fair skin than significant understanding of her words.  As the energy begins to build within Sydney's state of control, the creature abruptly seems to realize that something else is happening than it expected.  It's form shifts, it's head leaning back and an enormous goo-toothed mouth appearing at it's neck, teeth and hands and claws forming in a wall of grasping, biting need that come within a foot of the mage before she gets her fingers up.<br/><br/>The ooze explodes around her letting out a shriek of terrible, animal pain, sending an enormous splatter of goo to either side of her as if she had simply parted it in half, like a giant wedge of air that prevents the hands from making purchase.  The ooze's form is flung onto the ground, splattering into a black puddle that immediately begins to quiver and move, preparing to form once again into a shape.  The full form of the woman is lost now as it sends long arms, full tentacles, and squirming tendrils randomly, lashing out in pain and anger.  It's clear that the ooze is badly hurt and beginning to slink away even as it tries to rip at anybody that makes the error in judgment of drawing nearer.