Linda has no such reservations about sending a wounded foe to an increasingly crowded grave. She's already having quite a bit of difficulty moving due to the sheer weight and mass of the Blackscales she's already digesting. She's also far too gluttonous to give up a meal like Synys. A meal that Linda is all too glad to add to her already prodigious waistline despite it's stomach induced condition. It's not like she has to grab the Blackscale herself thanks to the spell still animating her hair. She may be nearly immobilized by her own gluttony but her hair is still animated by the spell and already picking up her next course while entangling the other two to hoist them up too once Linda's throat is clear.<br/><br/>Not that she's deterred in the slightest by how much she's already eaten and the effect it's had on her mobility. It actually makes it easier to eat on the move as she makes her way toward the remaining part of the temple at the pace her gluttony has reduced her to. In fact she seems to be more eager than ever to stuff herself now that she's crossed that threshold. Three Blackscales, each nearly twice her mass rest in her stomachs, and three more are now hers to double that number up with. It actually has some drool dripping from her chin by the time her fourth course is brought to her lips.<br/><br/>Despite how much is already inside her she devours the wounded Blackscale as ravenously as someone that missed a few meals might. Head, shoulders, torso, everything quickly disappearing into the swelling ball of prey that is her human stomach as each insatiable gulp sends a foot or more of her meal's mass to it's crowded grave. If any of them happened to see her and survive she might wind up becoming something of a boogeyman to them as a sort of Ravenous Doom indeed. Of course that would require a Blackscale seeing her now that she's let herself go and escaping without adding to her feast. Something the binging lamia certainly doesn't intend to let happen. She licks the blood off her lips as the bulge that was her fourth courses feet sinks past her chest to join the growing sphere of her stomach to be worked into something less movement restrictingly solid before being sent to join the two from outside in her tail.<br/><br/>Of course the size of her gut does nothing to deter her from continuing her feast by Synys' abandoned bulk to her own. It probably won't be the most pleasant thing on the way down but that's why he's the one in the middle of her binge. Whether or not the fact she doesn't have to directly handle the messy acolyte outside of swallowing effected her willingness to eat something someone else just coughed up is hard to say. What isn't hard to say is that Linda is really doing it. Swallowing down yet another lizardman that would be twice her size if she weren't so full of his tribesmen already. A fact that's not stopping her from getting even fuller of them in the slightest as she gulps down her fifth Blackscale.<br/><br/>But she's not done yet. For there's still the remaining bruiser left in her animated locks with just enough time left on the spell to hoist it into her ravenous maw. Linda's gastric capacity seems to know no bounds as she pulls a fourth Blackscale into her massively swollen stomach with no more apparent difficulty than the first. A stomach that's gotten so large from the sheer mass of prey within, it becomes obvious that she could have eaten the dinosaur that attacked the ship during the voyage given the chance. An offering to the great devourer indeed. Unfortunately for Linda, that was the last of the defeated Blackscales. Fortunately for anyone that may have been worried for their well being after seeing her eat so much in one sitting, her hair also returned to it's normal state.<br/><br/>However the problems with eating that much are fairly self evident as Linda can barely see around her crowded tummy and hasn't actually gotten very far despite technically eating on the move. She does seem rather pleased though. In fact one of the few things that could make that meal better is adding to it. Good thing there should be more waiting for her to eat in the next room. Much to her stomach's loud delight or maybe it's protesting getting even more meat crammed into it. Hard for anyone that isn't Linda to say outside of the fact it's loud. "I'll catch up as quick as I can. Just yell out if a fight starts and I'll send in the Bloody Skeleton. It fights well enough autonomously to be sent in as a support for you all. Just make sure to leave some for me if you win before I get there. I could go for some more."<br/><br/>[Got a little into writing that... >.> <.< As you might have guessed multiple prey combined with gluttony is kind of a big thing for me... Don't think any of that was graphic or overtly sexual enough to need a spoiler tag though.<br/>Anyway, feel free to have that tie Linda up for a few turns if you want Ambrose, I was kind of on a roll and just let it flow.<br/><br/>Health tracking:<br/>Bloody Skeleton: 39<br/>Dracotaur Zombie: 44<br/>Others at full. HP that is. Stuffed Lamia still has room for more~