Sweetawater roared at the site of bleeding bystandards and swirled towards the next nearest foe, her rage simmering and begging for her to let it erupt.<br/><br/>She held it back at first, cleaving into the next nearest foe, but then saw no more reason to hold back.  The redhead's muscles bulged and sweat oiled her body in an instant, diluting the blood splattinger her body and making it run down her curves.<br/><br/>20 to hit for 21 damage, I think.