<span style="font-weight: bold">Fran</span><br/><br/>"W-what!? No!?" Fran shrieks, as Cyra's sharp legs dig into her stomach-lining and begin to claw their way upwards. Soon, the kari's powerful muscles are forcing her head through the stretchy-opening of Fran's oesophagus, breathing the kinda-fresher air at the bottom of her throat, not the foulness in the fairy-charnel-pit of her stomach.. and halfway out of the acidic tum, she only finds it easier to escape digestion...<br/><br/>Fran digestion damaged reduced by one dice...<br/><br/>"Get back down their," Fran shrieks, shoving at the bulge with her froggy hands, stomach burbling and churning as she does so... but it doesn't work at all, only serving to aid the kari's escape as she forces her stomach-walls more-powerfully onto the kari's piton legs... "Ohhh," Fran groans, "I don't feel so good... maybe  it was someone I ate...?"<br/><br/>result, 1! Cyra gains an additional dice to escape next round... Fran stomach HP2/5 remaining...