With Felicia's freshly-minted undead strength, her hand plunged almost without resistance into Naomi's abdomen, jamming straight into her stomach.  Allan was impressed both by her savagery and by her anatomical accuracy.  He didn't know what she was going for, but he thought he might help.<br/><br/>"That's bound to be a tight fit in there; the organs are pretty closely packed.  Here, let me loosen things up for you," he murmured as he made a sudden slash across her lower belly, just above her hips, the wide rent gouting blood and a fresh torrent of suddenly-loosed guts.  Allan reaches in and grabs a handful more and drags them out.  She had begun to heal, but it was still slow.  The faster she was injured, the slower she would work, until they could overcome it.  He was actually glad; that meant it wouldn't be over TOO soon...