Florence had been somewhat distracted by the group and had not yet noticed Luke seperate from them. This well demonstrated the flaw in his method of tracking those around him. Once in a group it was hard to tell who was who. But the cluster of survivors would be enough to sate him for the moment. He gave all of them a little smile as a light green fluid began to appear on his skin and clothing. Before their eyes the boy fully changed into the substance and collapsed down. The green fluid splashed onto the street and no sign was left of Florance for the moment. Until the ground began to rumble. Three large roots tore upward through the street around the cowering group whipping about with clear intelligence. A large pink flower blossomed on the edge of one root. It turned to the side as the flower opened and clamped like a set of jaws over two of the civilians. The flower slurped them in before closing tight around them. A soft sweet fragrance filled it as Florence began to digest the prey inside the flower. The second vine whipped around a small group of four as they huddled. The civilians were pressed together in the vine and pulled downward into the street. The root carried them all the way to the deep reaches of the city. Before their eyes they saw an enormous version of the strange little boy. The vine lifted them up and he dropped them to his hand. His tongue crossed his lips twice before he tossed them right into his great mouth. Florence leaned back on his base as he felt the group falling into his humanoid stomach. Meanwhile he was already feeling the nutrients sap into his roots from those dissolving in the pod. After only a few moments he spread his flower again to reveal it empty. This left only one more survivor. As the third pod parted it revealed a duplicate of the previous incarnation. Or so it appeared. As the flower fully opened he was revealed in his full size. Twelve feet in height he resembled the elven boy from the waist up. Below that his body was now that of an immense brown sphinx with wings made of flower petals. Florence's new incarnation leapt with it's full weight onto the nearest human, gulping him down in three hungry swallows. His lower stomach bulged out as they wriggled in it. He then belched softly, covering his mouth with a little blush, and looked to Arokleth. He wasn't sure what to expect but hoped that she had liked the show. He was already quite fond of this body and intended to keep it for a bit. It wasn't of much use for deception of course. But he quite liked the strength and agility of it.