<span style="font-weight: bold">Main battle</span><br/><br/>Gwahir swoops down from the portico, beak flashing, strong blows screeching along the line of the lizardman’s scales. Aethon and Jules, both clearly disorientated by Linda’s spell, failed to land blows on their targets. Gradually, all but one of the blackscales begins to shake off their blindness.<br/><br/>Blackscale Adept 1, 14 damage<br/>Blackscale Adept 2, 16 damage<br/>Blackscale Bruiser 1<br/>Blackscale Bruiser 2, blinded<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces and Alizome</span><br/><br/>“Mmm,” the Priestess hums happily, “come here,” she says, beckoning with one long, razor sharp claw.<br/><br/>The blackscale lurches into motion, carrying you forward, whether still or squirming. “Exquisite,” the Priestess murmurs, as her wickedly clawed hands slide up your legs to bruise and scrape your butt. For a moment, you feel her hot breath on your legs… then the warm wetness of her throat is engulfing your calves, your thighs… she’s too powerful to resist, to self-controlled to distract, for all that her tongue runs and rubs across your body slurping every iota of flavor from your flesh, and her throat is trembling at the aching pleasure of eating you. Your feet are in her belly almost before you can react, your head sliding between her jaws, fangs dripping saliva down your face, tongue tasting and slapping you in equal measure… you might have time to scream, if you hurry...