While Alizome's attacks were having an impact, they weren't enough- and soon the collisions and muffled sounds of fighting outside her furry cocoon reassure her that help is on the way even if they haven't yet pried her out. Basic self respect demanded she continue fighting as hard as she could, getting her own rear out of the wolfverine if possible. Its stomach was impressively strong, though. At every step, new muscles squeezed in on her form, eager to crush the elf's body into nutritious paste to be absorbed at leisure. Alizome lay in the stomach, not really resisting the muscular contractions even when they shoved her leg the wrong way with a powerful and painful wrench of her hips- to stiffen up was to merely invite even more damage. What little damage the canine was secreting her hide could handle without a problem so far; that would change if it found an entry route into her body, but she likely wasn't in immediate danger of melting. That being the case, she shuts out the churning, dark, hot sac she's in and thinks about anatomy. The prior sword poked into what felt like a kidney or liver- that meant, if it was a typical quadruped, something else important should be right... Alizome rammed another sword upwards, missing the beast's heart but rewarding herself with another squeal of pain as she found another tender target.<br/><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139074">Internal Attacks</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>and damage,<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/139075">Attack Damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span>on the one hit I expect that works out to. 21/35 HP remain, acid resistance soaks all of that but no bludgeoning resistance.  ]]