[Looks like it's time to use my last resort!] When Tonya and her fellow mercenaries were caught in a trap, she roared defiantly. Yet the roar did not come from her throat, but her back as the Cryptid tattoo leapt to life and mauled the foes that surrounded her. The tattoo had been a gift from a traveling sorcerer she had helped on a whim. The ink-borne creature massacred with its very real claws and teeth. [And what are you morons all standing around for?! Counterattack already!]