Though Gorun can see well enough what’s going on — from Xarithe getting caught and eaten to Turilia about to be in the same situation — there isn’t a whole lot he can do about it at this point.  Sure, he could spit the cheetah out and try to charge in to someone’s aid, but that would leave an extra player on the field on the cultist’s side.  Better, he thinks, to make sure both cats are out of the picture and trust his teammates to keep the situation manageable until he’s capable of getting the odds back in their favor.  Trying to ignore the somewhat off flavor (and making a note to himself to guzzle one of his healing potions soon as much to take care of a few bite marks as to get the taste out of his mouth), the bull tilts his head back and swallows heartily.  “Blech,” he comments to no one in particular once the cheetah has disappeared, wiping his muzzle with the back of one forearm and making a face while seeing where he would be most useful next.  With the ground still magically strewn with rocks from earlier, he doubts he can get to Xarithe’s aid at all; the bull is fairly sure the closer insect would probably make for a better target.<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/138986">Maintain grapple: 27</a>;<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/138988">vore check: 32</a>))