With a big grin, the enlarged elf reaches down and snatches at the axewielding guard, holding her tightly and swallowing back a little saliva. "There, see? Your leader's left," she grins, "And your friends are, well, not going to be much use. If you all surrender, there's a chance you aren't all digested alive. Don't, and there's not. Clear?"<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/203428">Embiggened Grapple</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">23</span>Assuming that works against someone hold person'd.]]