Oh, look at the distracted Medusa. It'd be a shame if something happened to it. Seemed her music wasn't doing it for anybody either... shame. Some audiences could be tough.

That's why whips existed. Mind the giggle as she switched gears from guitar to an old friend. This cur had done enough to harm this group and demanded punishment.

She rushed forward, bringing the handle high and bringing the length to a whirl. A sharp swipe of the arm arced the weapon forward and back with the popper echoing through the air, a sound slash of leather over scaly hide. Left in the attack's wake was a gleaming symbol, a Glyph of Warding.

Now all it needed was a little touch to set it off... Medusa earned that fiery gift.