The lizardess hisses in retort, snapping towards the lizardfolks muzzle, her jaws snapping just before his muzzle, spittle spattering across his face. Her claws lashing out, the firs careening off of his scales, though the second would dig wickedly into the lizardfolk's side.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">Xarces distracted by his battle lust swings wild and his longsword clangs against the dirt path, resulting in little more then an anticlimactic puff of dust. "Perhaps you would be wise to learn your place, within the belly of my companion...." Xarces comments as a smile creases the edge of his lips, knowing they had ample opportunity to see to it that this stranded, and injured lizardfolk was reduced to a weakly squirming bulge within Shaklik's lovely little belly.</span>{What follows is just a - hah - serving suggestion}<br/><br/>The Lizardman groaned, weakly, as Shaklik's blow opened his flank, and her claws penetrated the vulnerable insides of his body, raking and damaging his internal organs, leaving him impaled. The mouth that'd so-recently missed closing on his muzzle parts and slides around it, licking and tasting the battle-marinaded body. He's still alive - for now - but it'll be a race between his wounds and Shaklik's belly to see who slays him. Either way, his body will be broken down into a nutritious stew for her intestines - clean and fresh, after Xarces's recent passage - to feed on.<br/><br/>"Perhaps you would be wise to learn your place, within the belly of my companion...." Xarces comments as a smile creases the edge of his lips, knowing they had ample opportunity to see to it that this stranded, and injured lizardfolk was reduced to a weakly squirming bulge within Shaklik's lovely little belly. His sword spears the lizardman, and with that leverage he lifts the small, weakly struggling body, beginning to feed it headfirst into Shaklik's greatfully accepting maw.