CND: -1 Toughness, Daze (1 rnd), Fatigued, Exhausted next round
Myra had heard of some temples training their monks by having them slap a bowl of water. Now she knew what the bowls felt like. The ripple disrupted her surface but still, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.Oh, holy bejezus! I knew I shoulda tried to fit Immunity to crits onto my golem form!
She continued her assault with the wrecking balls of water from her aqueous body. "Is that all you got, monkey boy?" she gurgles at him. She hated to get a speciesist but she needed to keep his attention on herself. She could tell that Agent Owl was lauching attacks with an eye toward her own defense and Myra wanted to give the other woman the time to recover... even if it were at the expense of her own body.