Winter's shield toss isn't terribly effective (ROLLED 2), but she manages to yank herself and Presley out of the way before it can grab either of them again (ROLLED 8).
Viola's right, it isn't done, and though her slashes satisfyingly cut through the writhing muck (ROLLED 8) the thing is still moving when it falls from the ceiling with a plop.
It spits black tar in all directions, foul smelling and hot.
A glob lands on Presley's arm (ROLLED 3) hissing and burning, his hand goes numb. [Will take a -1 on attacks for the next 2 tags].
Mary Grace is far enough away that only a few flecks land on her feet (ROLLED 6).
Winter (ROLLED 10) is not about to have anything else dumped on her tonight, and Aristotle (ROLLED 8), with grace, dodges out of the way.
Viola catches a burning glob on the back of her palm (ROLLED 5), easy enough to flick off, though it smarts.
The Horror unfurls, still twisting and curling overtop of itself, and it's kind of hard to tell, but it's at least looking a little worse for wear. Someone finish it off!
MEMORY: An Eye for An Eye
Viola's right, it isn't done, and though her slashes satisfyingly cut through the writhing muck (ROLLED 8) the thing is still moving when it falls from the ceiling with a plop.
It spits black tar in all directions, foul smelling and hot.
The Horror unfurls, still twisting and curling overtop of itself, and it's kind of hard to tell, but it's at least looking a little worse for wear. Someone finish it off!