Geno can feel his second meal struggle briefly as it enters his stomach, but the hobgoblin is soon crushed by the powerful muscle and coated with deadly acids. The reckless fiend would soon be melting out of his armor much like his comrade already has. The dragonfolk lets out a sigh as he feels his stomach make quick work of yet another weak combatant and he can't help but chuckle. Looking over the battlefield, there wasn't a single enemy left standing. The worgs clearly got in way over their heads.<br/><br/>As Geno continued to scan his surroundings, he spotted the two tieflings still standing nearby, watching. He stared for a moment, curious to see if they'd act or even speak. He licked his lips at the thought of a third or even fourth meal, but the dragonfolk wouldn't dare attack them unprovoked. He simply kept his eyes on them, waiting to see if they tried anything.