<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Unfortunantly for Calia, despite the fact she is flexing the powerful muscles of her stomach in an attempt to crush her prey, to stop those struggles and turn her into little more than a meal...the body of the Sherakim at least partially protects the squirming, fighting elf inside of her.<br/><br/>The Wild Elf squirms viciously, keeping her feet planted against the plated body of the Sherakim that had made the journey just a few moments before her - and had been just as successful at getting out as she fears she will be. The acids sting and burn her skin, causing her to wince in pain - though never once does she relent her attack, desperate to get out of the giantess, desperate to keep herself from becoming little more than a nutrient-rich mush to feed the giant's body.<br/><br/>((Auto Digest 1d6(2) + 6 = 8 ))<br/><br/>With a surprizing surge of strength coming from the smaller elf, Calia feels another sharp little pain coming from inside of her belly...and can very easily feel the scrape of the Sherakim's armor grinding across the inside of her belly...likely, the elf trying to keep it from crushing her while she desperately stabs with her dagger. Another sharp little pain...and another push.<br/><br/>((Attack roll 1d20(16)+8 = 24.   Hit))<br/>((Damage 1d4(2) + 1 = 3))<br/><br/>Vincent nods his head, looking back down to the Half-giantess as she sprawls out comfortably in her chair "Healing? I run a bar, dear. Plenty of folks get their heads bashed in." He chuckles softly, though she can easily see the concern in his eyes when he gazes at her shoulder, little streaks of red coloring her clothing "....Yes. Let me go see what i can find. Just rest a bit, hrm?" Without so much as another word, he heads behind the bar, kneels down, and begins to dig through a few odds and ends.<br/><br/>Wild Elf -<span style="color: #FF4000">30/48</span>AC  17<br/><br/><br/><br/>Calia -<span style="color: #FF4000"> 29/54</span>