[Will save: 1d20(12) + 8 = 20; fail]<br/><br/>As the dragonfolk is forced ruthlessly into Nurkisi's maw and past her sharp fangs, he can't help but shake uncontrollably with fear. His struggles become more desperate as he's willing to do whatever he can to avoid the lurking fate below.<br/><br/>[Grapple resist: 1d20(20) + 22 = 42; success]<br/><br/>Geno may be shaken up a bit, but there isn't a thing in this world that could cause him to be overpowered by another creature's throat. His large legs kick and scrape against the foxtaur's throat walls, fighting off a powerful gulp while also helping to push him out the way he came. Another push like that would mean a most definite escape.<br/><br/>[Grapple resist: 1d20(17) + 22 = 39; fail]<br/><br/>Unfortunately, as the dragonfolk prepares his body for another major surge outward, he spots the human placing his firm hands onto Nurkisi's neck and giving it an odd yet effective massage, as if this had been done countless times before. The taur's throat suddenly relaxed, opening enough to cause Geno to slide down further, to the point where he could no longer do anything to resist the throat's greed. The dragonfolk let out a wild scream as the muscular walls rippled around him, crushing at his body as he was pushed down deeper and deeper, until eventually there was no light. All that could be heard was the sound of a large beating heart and heavy breathing. With each futile struggle, Geno felt more and more helpless. There was nothing left for him to do but wait.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for him to slide completely within Nurkisi's enormous lower stomach, which was already bubbling with acids and groaning in anticipation. As Geno landed in with a quiet splash, he immediately resumed his fervent struggles. Within seconds, though, the stomach walls contracted around him, crushing his weakened, bleeding body while coating him in digestive juices. At least he could take solace in the fact that his scales are resistant to the acids... for now.<br/><br/>As the stomach muscles seemed to calm down for a moment, the dragonfolk let out an long, enraged growl. He wasn't about to spend another minute within this deceptive beast's gut. If she wouldn't let him out, his claws and teeth would.<br/><br/>[Claw attack: 1d20(20) + 14 = 34; threat]<br/>[Crit confirm: 1d20(19) + 14 = 33; confirmed]<br/>[Claw attack: 1d20(19) + 14 = 33; hit]<br/>[Bite attack: 1d20 (15) + 9 = 24; miss]<br/><br/>[Claw damage: 1d4(2) + 12 = 14]<br/>[Crit damage: 1d4(3) + 12 = 15]<br/>[Claw damage: 1d4(4) + 12 = 16]<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">[Total damage: 45]</span>