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Hyde grabs the child who had fallen and hands her off to her mother, not waiting to see her reaction. She turns back to the ants, looking for a new target. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she faintly hears the Bride saying something, but whatever it was is lost in the red haze. As soon as she spots another ant, she will attack!
That's a DC 25 if a 19 hits the ant.
The mandibles close about Hyde's form, but her toughened flesh resists damage! She fights back by attempting to pry the mandibles open.
Hyde sees a mother and her daughter trying to find cover. The girl stumbles and falls as they run for safety, with a giant ant right behind her. The girl screams in fear as Hyde approaches, though it is difficult to know whether she is afraid of the monstrous figure approaching her or the giant insect, or perhaps both. Hyde interposes herself between the ant and the girl, ready to intercept any attack. Her mother stands by the street, unsure what to do.
"Hmmm," Hyde remarks, clearly disappointed that there had not been more punching.
Hyde struggles against the vines holding her, but it is in vain.
"Now this I can understand," Hyde comments as she swings at the woman. (DC 25)
Hyde looks bored. She isn't used to talking anyway, and conversing with god-like beings is waaaay above her pay grade. Her specialty is punching things.
Hyde tried to remember what Jeckyll knew of the Greek myth, but eventually gave up. She was capable of remembering what happened during her time as her alter ego, but does not have access to that personality's knowledge.
It's probably worth noting that Hyde is also immune to chemical, critical hits, fatigue effects, poison, and interaction skills. ;)
Hyde is immune, but Henrietta is not.
Hyde attempts to punch the Gillman in the jaw.
Hyde staggers back under the force of the blow. She growls and shakes her head to clear the fog.
Hyde says nothing more, opting instead to swing at the Gillman. (DC 25)
Hyde is relaxed, but wary. "I would also know what has happened to the one before you."
Hyde attempts to grab the other and throw it for distance.
Hyde shrugs and attempts to backhand a jaguar. She is not pulling her punches, figuring they can take it. (DC 25)
"Watch it," Hyde warns. "There are three of them, one to either side."
"Ready," the hulking woman nods.
Hyde seems a little saddened watching Sehkmet tear into the beast, but does not interfere and says nothing. "Could you have tamed it?" She asks Jonathon. "It might have been a useful ally."
"Kill it? I'd like to make a pet of it!" Hyde replies, only half-joking. If the snake resurfaces and approaches the boat, Hyde will try to grab it.
Hyde grabs Jonathon and shakes him (not violently, but hard enough to rattle his brain). "Wake up!"
Hyde reaches over and bops the snake in the nose. "Uh-uh-uh! No getting grabby!" (DC 25 if she hits)
Hyde plods her way over to the side of the boat where she can see the intruder. "Aww. What a cute little snake!"
If restrained, Hyde will calm down and recover her wits.
When in doubt, roll...
Hyde takes another swing, not recognizing the Bride in her battle madness.
Hyde does notice that the monster has stiffened up, but either doesn't recognize Jonathon's schtick or doesn't care. She swings again at the creature.
Ms. Hyde lashes out at the creature with a massive fist. Damage is DC 25; if a critical, she will go for increased effect.
"That's... not a mermaid," Henrietta says, her voice growing deeper as she shifts to Hyde. "Aren't you a big one," Ms. Hyde says aloud, not even certain the creature can understand her words. She assumes a defensive position but has not yet attacked.
"Maybe we need to go to the source?" she says, thumbing a National Geographic magazine.
Ms. Hyde brushes herself off and grunts a reply. "I'm good. Take more than a little boom to take me down."
"Hmmm. Her life might be in danger. We should go."
The apartment, I think. I believe that's where she and Sehkmet are standing.
Henrietta groans. Her body twists and reshapes, becoming a muscular, seven-foot-tall monstrosity. Her skin takes on a greyish pallor and her eyes recess into her face, becoming little more than pinpoints of black amid the grey wrinkles. Her hair, once so beautifully fixed into a neat bun, now hangs loose, scraggly, and unkempt. She reaches out with a mighty fist and "knocks" on the door (with enough force to break it from its hinges). "Door's open," she says simply.
And here's Ms. Hyde. |
