Johan, pantsless and curled up inside the orc-woman's slimy gullet, is less worried about his situation than he ought to be. Part of it was that he had been in similar situations before, and part of it was an invincible belief in his own destiny. His fate didn't lie jiggling on an orc's chest and hips, it was fated for something far grander. Therefore, logically, he was not going to be digested inside this orc-woman, and he could enjoy himself while working to get out. The fear that had risen inside his animal hindbrain was thus summarily dismissed; it was a trick Johan had been using ever since basic training, when his drill sergeant had screamed that the first job of anyone who got swallowed was to “NOT PANIC” into his ear until he couldn't hear anything else. The first time he'd been swallowed, he was right on the verge of giving in to limb-flailing terror which might have earned him a position in that old mercenary band, alright- a position on one of the officers' fundaments. Not what he'd had in mind. So, in a few crowded seconds, he'd convinced himself he would be fine... and thus, he escaped.<br/><br/>Shutting his eyes to protect them (they were worse than useless in the dank darkness of a stomach; his inner ear told him which way was up, and that was what mattered) he listens as the half-orc dispassionately discusses his taste. “That's fine. You taste good too,” he assures the half-orc uncharacteristically while she rumbles back towards the fight. Soon enough, seeping acids start to cover his entire body, head to foot in a blunt repudiation of his offered deal. Soon, that was confirmed by her words, albeit right about the same time he heard another gunshot. “Pity. I might have been able to save you if you surrendered,” Johan says, giving the nearest fold of wet flesh a friendly massage as he starts to be digested.<br/><br/>It's a reasonably efficient stomach, he quickly feels by the strength of muscles contracting around him and the thickness and heat of juices starting to pool all over his body. He doesn't curl up much, yet, but nor does he fight Drodjee's stomach particularly hard. You tended to only get one or two chances to escape a hostile belly before you simply ran out of energy. It was important to wait for the right instant to make your move, and that was something you felt down in your own belly more than you could with  your mind. Besides, all the excitement had gotten him aroused, and it would be hideously embarrassing to emerge with a giant erection telling the gods and everyone how much he'd enjoyed it. That had to go. With all the stomach juices coaxing their way into his flesh, and the warm, hungry embrace of the stomach wall squeezing him from all sides, that wasn't a problem. Briefly surrendering himself to the rhythms of the stomach, Johan began to stroke himself in time with the stomach's natural swaying- it would do nobody any good to realize exactly what he was doing. Even the orc's 'surprise' didn't throw him off. Instead, listening as her heartbeat increased and her movements grew more jerky, he locked all of his muscles and bit down hard to keep from letting any noise out as he relieved the self-destructive pleasure between his legs.<br/><br/>Relaxing a little once he'd made his contribution to the acids around him, Johan waits a few more seconds. “Sure you still want to try to give me some company?” He teases. “I promise if you do, I'll be a good meal and digest... but oh, you're having trouble seeing, aren't you? Cyria does so love that spell,” he laughs at the person currently trying to melt him into slime. As much as it was intellectually interesting to contemplate his own mortality, or wonder what it would be like to spend the next hour helpless and aware as Drodjee's body methodically took him apart to stack elsewhere on her own body... and as much as that thought would have brought its own reaction if he hadn't foresightedly relieved the pressure... Johan had no intention of losing. Of course, he was fully aware his comrades were going to win and save him, but it was a point of pride to get out of a stomach under his own power instead of being dragged free. But the time wasn't quite right yet.<br/><br/>So, for a few more precious seconds, as the half-orc moved around trying to find some way to clear her eyes, Johan waited. He let the acids coat his body thicker with a stinging, ticklish warmth, he let the stomach contractions push him a little this way or that- but never too far, to be safe- and enjoyed the sensations of a hungry belly wrapped around him. Potent- he couldn't spend much time in here, but it was a relaxation. Not at all like the more gentle belly of, say, Naji- he generally figured he had minutes in there, not seconds before his escape became something he couldn't do himself. Someday, perhaps. And so despite the seductive siren song of the gurgling and heartbeat around him, he began to prepare himself for his first push to freedom. He listened to her increasing rage as she couldn't get to grips with anyone else, smiling a little, and then...<br/><br/>“Naji?” He asks the stomach wall when he feels a thump transmitted through the orc's flesh. “I'm honored, dear, but you really shouldn't have. Do stay away from her tusks, and give me just a second.” He knew on one level that Naji wanted to claim him for her own bust, and that all of the 'training' he was giving the relatively weak drow was, in her mind, at least partly aimed at getting good enough to keep Johan down one of their training sessions... but that was just more alluring. He had a large soft spot for the drow, and he wasn't about to sit and relax while she fought on her behalf. “Sorry, orc lady,” Johan says with semi-sincere regret inside his stomach. “But if you're going to try to eat me...”<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/385934">CMB</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span>. Barely escapes.]]<br/><br/>All at once, midsentence without warning, he makes his move. Rather than climb out, he instead quickly and jerkily stiffens his legs and raises his arms, making himself straight again with all his strength. Feet getting a good purchase on the bottom of the stomach, he shoves himself out of the throat and into the cool air with a cocky smirk on his face. Evading the clumsy attempt to grab him again, he finishes, “...you're going to have to do better than<span style="font-style: italic">that.</span>”<br/><br/>At that point, he sees the stranger with a fully belly, and the fact that one of his enemies was missing; having been unable to follow the byplay while swallowed, he's more confused than anyone else (and a little miffed at his quick escape not being the sole focus of attention, it must be said) and says, “Well- hello, stranger,” he says, sparing a precious second to look him up and down and nod approvingly. “Can't say I've heard of you, but if you're willing to fight on our side, welcome to the fun! Let me persuade this orc she's made a terrible mistake, and I'll join the rest of you.”