<span style="font-weight: bold">Phylia</span><br/>The fire-woman glances up, as Phylia’s gloopy head extends towards her. “Aaa-” there’s brief scream, truncated as Phylia’s maw engulfs the fire-woman’s head. For a moment, there’s heat, until Phylia’s soft, absorbant flesh effortlessly snuffs the fire-woman’s flames. She’s delicious, coated in exotic oils that seep into Phylia’s structure, luxuriously lubricating her, and her flesh is rich in complex hydrocarbons and flavours. Her struggles are hopeless, meaningless - save for the exquisite pleasure they bring Phylia. It’s clear the fire-woman has no idea how to swim, no idea how to struggle free of anything like the powerful slime.<br/><br/>Coated in Phylia’s slippery flesh, it doesn’t take the powerful slime more than a moment to pull the pair out of the crevice into the cave, and if the fire-woman takes a few bruises along the way they’ll only hasten her digestion…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Fire-woman five</span><br/>“Oh no…” whispers the fire-woman, as Phylia gloops out of the crevice that she’d hoped to escape through, her friend-and-companion floating like a fruit in jelly within the slime. “Fleur…” she murmurs sadly. Turning to run only reveals the scene behind her, where the powerful catwoman is making a meal of another of her friends. Trapped, she backs against the wall between the two groups of enemies, flames flaring up. “I’ll burn you!” She cries, oily tears beginning to drip down her cheeks. Before they drop, they ignite, sending smoky ash into the woman’s eyes. “I’ll sear you if you come for me!”<br/><br/>OOC: The fire-woman has no plan, though she’s readied an action- a fire attack of some kind, presumably. If you have a single action that can disable her, feel free to go for it. We’re now in the third round, and everyone can act again.