With a grunt, she turns around, at last loading her bow and turning to fight from a place where she could actually flee if necessary; the shot down the hall isn't a great one, though, and she hesitates. It must be said that it's not really her conscious mind taking tactical decisions- that's entirely focused on the symphony of pain and pleasure in her stomach, as she felt her stomach's grasp start to flag. Once the Blackscale came back up, she'd... well, be back to either eating or being eaten, and neither held much fear anymore.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/150827">Digestion</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">10</span>]]