Gasping, Alizome stops near the wall, holding her stomach with a wince and gritted teeth; having so much living meat in there was simply something she'd never even comprehended, but now the prospect of being Empty again was nearly enough to reduce her to tears. Whether through that reluctance to be done, or because the Blackscale's struggles hadn't hurt her this time, she could feel even from the outside as her stomach's churning got lighter and gentler on the trapped lizard. Somewhat indistinctly, she started to make for the hallway- she still had a bow and arrow, and there was no way she was going to try to fight like a melee fighter with a giant lizard hanging off her stomach.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/150495">Digestion</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>, total of 7 damage.]]