Arkain layes there. He feels the slime cover his body, he tries to moves to get it off but its impossible. He can feel a tingling to his body. THe creature is probably starting to digest him. He can breathe. He wishes he couldn't. HE doesn't want this to linger. He hears the others voices in his head.<br/><You tell him a thing or two Baz. Let him know that hes messed with a Royal Marine. And BAz...I am sorry the plan failed.> He chuckles hearing Axora. <Hey, enough lioness. Noone like this predictement anymore than you. The last thing I want hear before I die is bickering amongest ourselfs. And no I can't move. Whats you great plan?>