Drawing back for another slice, Aethon slows and finally stops when he sees the Blackscale slump down, watching as with some relief as Alizome slides from it's jaws.  As Linda approaches the opponent flanked by her two guards, he turns to Alizome as she staggers back to her feet.  Moving over to her, he can feel his body shifting as his temporary growth spurt wears off, returning him to his normal size.  In a now-familiar motion, he cups his hands and gently presses them against her wounds, doing what he can to help Jules.  "I know it's unavoidable most of the time, but could we try to not make<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>much of a habit of getting yourself chewed up by everything we encounter?"<br/><br/>Looking back up at a sudden squawking noise, Aethon quickly makes his way over to the last Poison Dusk lizardfolk that Gwaihir is wrestling out of the overgrowth.  Seizing it from behind, he quickly divests it of it's weaponry before unceremoniously hoisting it up to his jaws.  As it's head and upper body are quickly bolted down, Aethon is reminded just how long it's been since he's had a significant meal.  The unfortunate lizard is soon reduced to a weakly-squirming bulge in Aethon's lower body, and his stomach eagerly begins to process the meal, quickly stilling the struggling form as it is compacted until the bulge is barely evident.<br/><br/>Turning back to the group, Aethon watches the tail end of Linda's preparations as her jaws close around the Blackscale's feet, her form now very distended by her meal.  Still eyeing the bulge that Xarces makes somewhat dubiously, Aethon nonetheless listens to Shaklik's information, frowning when he hears of the number of opponents that still remain.  "Well, I just hope the drugs work.  Although Linda's...reinforcements...will help significantly, with that many there we could be still be easily overrun.  I may be able to help somewhat with their animal friends, but there's no guarantee that it'll work.  If we can somehow separate them, all the better - taking them on in smaller groups will be much easier."<br/><br/>During the wait, Aethon goes over his gear, preparing it for the fight ahead.  Stringing his bow, he kneels, laying it across his forelegs before obviously drifting off into some sort of prayer.<br/><br/>[ Prepping<span style="font-style: italic">Hold Person</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">Summon Monster III</span>into his two open spell-slots. ]