<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Addressing something all quickly-like - Flavor text!<br/><br/>Spells, attacks, swallowing....it can be described darn near any way you want. Feel free to describe whatever the spell does in the way *YOU* envision it. Same with attacks. Pretty much, as long as the overall effect of the spell remains unchanged, you can describe it however you want. (For an example, hold person could be crazy-looking ethereal tentacles wrapping around their body or what have you. ) <br/><br/>Same with nomming someone. Tear their clothes/armor a tiny bit to 'enjoy' it a bit more? Sure. It won't change their AC (Unless you do some armor-sundering in the process), but if it enhances the scene, or is something you'd do? Do it!<br/><br/>Attacks - wanna lunge three times and stab on the fourth? Do it. It still counts as one attack, and you only get a single roll...but flavor it up! Of course, 'flavor' is not a requirement - this is just a reminder that, as a DM...you can spice up your character or their spells however you want!</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>For the briefest of moments, a look of triumph spreads across Holka's face, tongue passing hungrily over his thin, black lips.  It had been quite some time since he'd enjoyed the sensation of another sliding down his throat, their squirms slowly fading in his belly...and Mmm, so delicious this lizardess looked. Just the right amount of curves, just the right 'padding'...Oh yes, this would fill his belly for a good, long while.<br/><br/>At least, she WOULD have...<br/><br/>If not for that un-natural strength that suddenly coursed through her hands. The look of triumph is quickly replaced by surprise when Brady's hands wrap around his own and - despite his own strength - EASILY pries his grip off of her waist, pushing him away with the greatest of ease. Shaking both hands to ease a little of the tension where Brady had twisted his wrists, he again steps in, determined to put this scaled snack right where she belonged - though stops mid-stride.  She was..growing?<br/><br/>Holka stares with wide eyes as, in the blink of an eye, his opponent grows from being shorter than he, to towering over him by nearly three feet.  The feline never even looks when the two newest combatants to join the fight charge past him and the once-smaller lizardgirl, his eyes staying locked on the mesmerizing transformation as she shifts and grows before his very eyes.<br/><br/>Finally, his brain processes exactly what he'd seen, and quickly comes up with two thoughts.<br/>One - She'd certainly gained padding in all the right places.<br/>Two - This had suddenly turned from a good idea, into a bad one.<br/><br/>Staying right in the face of a lizardess with that seemingly unnaturally strong grip, not to mention LARGER than him was not sounding like a good idea.  Yet maybe...maybe it was just an illusion?  He'd seen Kaitlyn mess with little illusions, perhaps this was just on a grander scale?<br/><br/>The thought did little to re-embolden him, but with his allies backing him up...it gave him just enough courage to step forward, closing the distance between self and his suddenly-larger opponent "I know how to treat a lady..."  Straightening his fingers, he drives right into the center of Brady's chest, right between her breasts and just slightly above her belly.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Holka takes a 5 foot step to re-close the distance between himself and Brady.<br/><br/>Attack roll (Strike) - 1d20 (3) + 5 = 7....the force is not with him. Holka misses.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The attack lands solidly, and Brady feels a single, tiny pinprick of pain from his claws just barely managing to penetrate her scaled flesh. However, it is not even deep enough to draw blood, and the impact to her reinforced body might as well have been a strike from a child. Holka's eyes widen slightly, and he takes a single half-step back "...Uh. So. Let's talk about this..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Stepping back to size up her larger opponent, Laebras briefly fingers the edge of her sword. Ooch - still sharp. Yet, the blade had done little more than mess up Sunete's armor a little bit. When the giantess casually brushes off her shoulder, Laebras gets an almost pouty look on her face "Oh...now see, that is just not fair at all." She has little time to even reset her stance before Sunete makes her move, however. Despite having a stuffed belly, the large girl moves much faster than Laebras expected. When Sunete moves in to grab her, Laebras lifts her blade in an attempt to get in another strike, but before she could even BEGIN to swing, Sunete's hands wrap around her wrists...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sheesh. That grapple check...<br/>Grapple opposed - <br/>Laebras - 1d20 (9) + 9  = 18. Not even close.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Sunete finds that the tall tiefling has a surprising amount of strength in her, yet it is not quite enough to force her way out of the giantess' grip. Straining against Sunete's hands, Laebras slowly finds her own arms lifted up over her head, effectly stopping her attack - and making her blade rather useless.<br/><br/>The look of determination on Laebras' face turns into one of slight surprise when Sunete compliments her. It looks as if she doesn't know exactly WHAT to say. On one hand, she was losing this battle, and might very well end up squeezed into that belly alongside Ventressa and whoever else was in there. On the other....well, a compliment was a compliment.<br/><br/>"You're rather go-GAH!" Her words, whatever they might have been, cut off mid-sentence with a cry, and she again begins to squirm in Sunete's grip. Nonononono! She'd hoped, maybe head first - perhaps her horns would have finally been useful for SOMETHING, like..stopping her from being eaten. No, though - feet first. It was almost a cruel joke - the one time they MIGHT have been useful.<br/><br/>With a clatter, Laebras' greatsword drops from her hand, useless in the grip of the larger giantess. Her struggles turn more and more panic-stricken as she is lifted off of the ground, and suspended in mid-air. She just needed to get to her shortsword....just needed on hand free...<br/><br/>Alas, Sunete holds her easily, and as the giantess gathers up her feet, pinning them together with a hand around her ankles, Laebras cries out softly "No..no...damnit...Arrgh....Wait, l-lets talk about this, huh? I'm sure-AHH!"  Her slightly accented voice again stops mid-sentence with a cry as her feet are easily deposited between Sunete's lips...and, with a single swallow, squeeze right into the incredibly tight, fleshy confines of Sunete's throat. Looking downwards, Laebras can't help but be amazed by the little bulge her feet made in the flesh of Sunete's neck. Giving her feet an experimental wiggle, she watches that bulge shift slightly. Neat, were it not for the inevitable decent downwards, and the subsequent digestion that followed.<br/><br/>Unlike the smaller human girl before her, Laebras's taste was in a world of it's own. Very deep and powerful, she had a rich, musky taste, with just a slight sweet flavor mixed in. Her flesh felt incredibly smooth and supple upon Sunete's tongue, and every little movement of those legs trapped between her lips sent that flavor dancing along her taste-buds, mixing heavily with her saliva. The Tiefling was undeniably delicious, and had a strange, incredibly exotic taste that the giantess had never tasted before. It was almost intoxicating in a way, and hinted at just a tiny amount of magic contained within her.<br/><br/>"Ahh!" Laebras calls out again as a swallow pulls her legs right up to her lower-thighs inside Sunete's mouth. When the giantess pauses just long enough to rip away a tiny bit of her armoring - and subsequently, tearing off her panties in the process - Laebras's struggles renew, but with little effect. Just as easily as before, Sunete holds her, slowly gulping her down bit by tiny bit.<br/><br/>Another potent swallow, and Laebras finds her hips pulled into Sunete's mouth, her legs squeezing tightly down that strong throat, and her feet squeezing into Sunete's belly...only to feel something solid. A head? Hah - she could only  imagine Ventressa's face...but she lightly pats her feet on top of that head. Hell, if she was going to get digested alive, she was going to have fun with it before it happened. Yet, her downwards decent suddenly stops, and as she stares down into Sunete's eyes, she feels that tongue dart between her clenched thighs...and right across the soft little lips of her pussy. Despite her rather dire predicament, Laebras' struggles briefly pause, her eyes fluttering dreamily. Ugh, that tongue...<br/><br/>"Mmmmfffff....Ugh...yes...." She whispers hotly under her breath, letting her head roll back. A small tremble courses through the tiefling's body, and she lightly twitches her hips, further grinding her soft little lips down on Sunete's tongue. The deep, musky flavor of her body assaults Sunete's senses, adding to the already exotic taste of her tanned flesh. As that tongue explores over the soft little lips nestled between her thighs, Laebras' squirming and fighting devolves into half-twitches and jerks, as if she were still trying to get away...but also trying to keep that tongue on her nethers as long as possible.<br/><br/>Another little swallow, and her hips slide lower,  but that tongue continues it's miracle-work, gliding across those lips, sending little tingles and jolts of pleasure trickling through the tiefling's body. When that tongue finds it ultimate target, and glides across the little ,pink nub of her clit, Laebras' body spasms, her hips suddenly jerking in Sunete's mouth. A loud, pleasured "Ahhh! F...uck.....oh gods, Mmm...don't...stop..! 'escapes her throat as she moans her pleasure to the stone ceiling. When that tongue begins to lightly thrust into her, she spasms again...and actually begins to move her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy down against Sunete's tongue. Gazing back down at Sunete with eyes filled half in lust, half in fear, she whispers hotly "Don't you dare swallow me yet....d-don't you dare...ugh..."<br/><br/>Despite being encased in the grip of those lips, Laebras begins to grind her hips back and forth and downwards, using that tongue to pleasure herself "Mmmf...lick...good girl..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Inside Sunete's belly...</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Ventressa gasps - something on her head? Oh god, it was a foot...and why in the hell was it kicking her? LAEBRAS?!?!<br/><br/>"Oh gods...oh gods....Laebras too?! We've gotta get out...cut, Gallen, CUT!" Ventressa was in a full blown panic now - if the giantess was swallowing Laebras too...that was their last hope. It was about to become VERY crowded in here....and she had no intention of sticking around and getting digested.<br/><br/>Putting one of the tiger-claws against the slick, rippling side of Sunete's stomach, she throws all of her body weight into it, hoping to upset the giantess' stomach enough that she was FORCED to throw them up...<br/><br/>(Attack roll, 1d20  (12) + 5 = 17. Miss)<br/><br/>Her claws simply slide off the slick, squeezing interior of Sunete's belly. She can't get enough leverage to even scratch the touch, slick interior, much less actually HURT it "NOooooooooo!!!!!"<br/><br/>Gallen winces again as Ventressa squirms against him, irritating his already acid-burned flesh "Ow! S-stop squirming so much...it really hurts..."<br/><br/>Heedless of Gallen's pleas, Ventressa plants her feet against the bottom of Sunete's belly and PUSHES with all her might....</div></div></div><br/><br/>Sunete can feel the squirms in her belly intensify, little bulges appearing and dissappearing in the rounded dome of her belly as her prey squirms and wriggles within. A sudden lurch is felt, and her belly shifts downwards, squirming wildly back and forth as her food tries to escape, but to no avail...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>As Asulf moves forwards, shield lifted, he sees the half-elf's aim deviate from the large lizardess...to him "Sit, doggy..." She says just loud enough for him to hear over the sounds of combat, and - taking a few seconds to steady her aim - fires.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Yunni shoots at Asulf.<br/><br/>Bow - 1d20 (11) + 5 = 16. Miss.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The arrow skips off the top of his shield and narrowly misses taking a small part of his ear with it when it sails by, the un-nerving 'whistle' of the projectile close enough to stir his fur. The near miss does not prevent him from finishing his spell, and with a motion towards Dalin....<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Poor, Poor Dalin...his luck shifted REAL quick...<br/>Dalin will save - 1d20 (1) + 2 = 3....yeah....<br/><br/>Dalin is Held</div></div></div><br/><br/>Asulf can see the canine's body slowly start to stiffen, his joints seemingly locking up. It appears as though his spell has taken effect - something that his snake-like companion seems to quickly be taking advantage of.<br/><br/>Dalin can't even turn his head when he hears - practically FEELS - the naga slithering up behind him. His heart hammers in his chest, and he swallows nervously, trying to FORCE his body to respond to him, to turn and face his attacker....but to no avail. His joints felt like jello, yet were stiff and unresponsive as well - it was an effort to even turn his head, much less the rest of his body. For a brief second, nothing happens...maybe the snake was...going after someone else? Maybe....maybe...<br/><br/>Then he felt it. A sudden sting across the back of his legs. Almost involuntarily, his mouth jerks open, a small cry of 'Ahh!' escaping his lips...and perhaps even worse, he could *FEEL* Teran's presence behind him...feel it looming over him like a cat over a mouse. Or, in this instance, a snake over a mouse.<br/><br/>As Teran's shadow falls over Dalin, his eyes flick upwards, widening at the sight. Just as he'd feared - the naga. He watches with wide eyes as those jaws open to the size of a dinner-plate, and begin to decend towards him. The sight was terrifying, and he was not even able to bring up his arms to shield himself...couldn't bring his weapon to bear. Nothing.  The inky blackness of that throat decended on him, and he could do nothing but watch helplessly, even when his head dissappears between Teran's lips and into the tight-but-stretchy confines of his throat. The sudden darkness, tightness, and slickness makes the mix-breed canine gasp, but Teran finds that he offers very little resistance, his hands only weakly pushing at the encroaching jaws.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Dalin is held, and does not get a grapple check to resist grapple or ingestion.</div></div></div><br/><br/>"Nooo...waitwaitwaitwaitwait!!!! WAIT!" Teran can hear the canine call out from inside his throat, but that is not enough incentive, and before long....Teran's jaws have worked their way downwards across the bare, furry upper body. With his legs pinned at his side, Dalin is easy to lift and suspend right over Teran's throat - Ohhh, how nice it would have been to have a little more chance to savor the slender canine's flavor. The taste of his fur was deep and powerful, with an incredibly pleasant aftertaste. The softness of that fur only made it all the easier on Teran's throat - every inch that squeezed into the tight, rippling embrace of his body was heavenly, the softness of that body only seeming to add to the delicious flavor it provided.<br/><br/>Within a matter of seconds, Dalin's feet dissappear between Teran's lips, and the sizable bulge quickly courses down into his snake-half...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Dalin gets another attempt on his turn to break free of hold person...<br/><br/>1d20 ( 14 ) + 2 =  16. Success. Dalin is no longer Held.</div></div></div><br/><br/>...Where it quickly begins to squirm and writhe,  the bulges in Teran's snakelike body shifting and contorting as the suddenly un-paralyzed occupant begins to fight for his life, muffled, inaudible cries coming form within, but that bulge stays nice and deep in his snake-half, at least for the moment.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Inside Teran's stomach... </span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">It was like being covered in a slick, tight sock - one that had every intention of digesting him, he assumed. As his joints slowly begin to become unlocked, Dalin begins to squirm for his life, calling desperately in his tight, fleshy confines "YUNNI!! HERSHEL?! HELP ME OUT OF HERE!!!" Unfortunantly, his allies would not be coming to his aid, at least not yet....<br/><br/>Dalin tries to work his blade into Teran's stomach, the curved, sharp edge more than able to cut through the soft interior of a snake's stomach...<br/>(1d20 (1)....I won't even continue. Dalin is derp.)<br/><br/>But try as he might, he can't get any leverage. With his arms pinned at his side, he can only move his wrist - and it hardly gave him any slashing power. Teran can feel the cool blade against his insides, but it feels  like little more than a cold tickle, much like mint - his food couldn't even cut it's way out, leaving him to digest at his leisure.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"H-hershel...?" Kaitlyn says, gazing down at fox beside her. Things were looking bad...really bad. Dalin was gone...Ventressa was gone....Laebras was almost gone. The number of bodies between her foes and HER...was rapidly diminishing. That meant...she might be next. Swallowing nervously, she takes a half-step back "W-what should we do...?"<br/><br/>Hershel peeked his head back up over the table, taking a deep, shaking breath. Ohhhh, this was looking bad. REALLY bad. Laebras, their muscle, was out of commission...Holka's little friend had suddenly grew to tower over him. A snake ate Dalin....and the armored wolf was slowly making his way closer to them. Maybe...they could pull this off? Then again, they could just run....<br/><br/>"Um...shoot the wolf!! Take him out, then focus on the giantess. The...fleshy one. Then...the scaley one. Then the snake. We can win this. Maybe they heard it and are sending backup.." He sounded just as unsure as she did, which...was never a good thing. Hershel was a quick thinker. For him to not know what to do...<br/><br/>Made Kaitlyn very nervous.<br/><br/><br/>"Okay...w-we should run..." Muttering a few more words and waving her arms in the air, Kaitlyn throws her hand out towards Asulf, two bright-blue streaks of light swirling through the air from her outstreched fingers, whirling around his shield, and impacting him right in the ribs on either side of his body.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Kaitlyn casts magic missle at Asulf.<br/><br/>2d4 ( 1, 3 ) +2 = 6 damage.<br/><br/>Asulf takes 6 damage</div></div></div><br/><br/>Hershel props his crossbow up on the table and holds his shot, preparing for the first one to step close....<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Hershel 'readies an action' to shoot whomever comes too close.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Kaitlyn - AC 15, Touch AC 15, HP - 15/15<br/>Hershel - AC 16, Touch AC 12, HP - 30/30<br/>Ventressa - AC 15, Touch AC 11, HP - 21/21 - In Sunete's belly<br/>Yunni - AC 16, Touch AC 13, HP - 24/24<br/>Laebras - AC 18, Touch AC 12, HP - 36/36 - Grappled by Sunete<br/>Holka - AC 16, Touch AC 16, HP - 22/22<br/>Dalin - AC 13, Touch AC 11, HP - 17/23 - In Teran's belly