<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Undol, Spike, Lilium&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Mirana stares in wide-eyed wonder as Lilium sets to work devouring the tiefling who'd threatened her life, and nearly eaten Undol.<br/><br/>Never in her life had she seen anyone eaten. She'd been in Espen for the past five years, and even then...she'd never gotten to see it once, and had never even be threatened with becoming a meal, herself. However, the predatory efficiency with which the Kitsune began to devour her prey drew her attention like a moth to the flame.<br/><br/>Mirana cannot tear her gaze away from Lilium as she opens her jaws and begins to slide her head forwards, engulfing the Tiefling's in the warm, slippery, moist depths of her mouth. She even goes so far as to bite her lower lip when the muffled protest of the Tiefling sounds from within Lilium's slightly bulging throat, her eyes watching with incredible interest as the faint outline of the Tiefling's body could be seen in the front of Lilium's neckfur, the swell of her shoulders...then her breasts...<br/><br/>Despite the predicament of the cook, despite the fact that she was still in danger, she can only watch as the efficient predator has her meal, swallowing up the faintly-struggling tiefling like she was little more than a hot-dog.  Her eyes travel down Lilium's slightly expanded chest, following the bulge of the tiefling as - bit by bit - she was emptied into Lilium's slowly expanding stomach. It was nowhere near as large as the tiefling's body should have allowed (Strong abdomen will compress the bulge some)...yet, even then, it draws her attention. She stares for a few long seconds, listening to the soft, gurling churns coming from within, as well as the muffled cries from the terrified Tiefling, who just seconds before, had been so very haughty.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Twing!* Crrrk...*Twing!*</span><br/><br/>Mirana's ears flick at the sound of Undol's crossbow as he takes two very fast shots at the Leopardfolk. Luckily, both of his shots have already been fired, and the flicking movements of her ear do not interrupt his accuracy. The tiny little bolts sail through the air right towards the unwitting Leopard...whom snaps his jaws forwards, biting at Spike...<br/><br/>Only to get two bolts right in his left eye, likely blinding him in that eye forever.<br/>((Spot check of 1d20(pitiful) + negligible = blah))<br/><br/>"AAHAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" He bellows in pain, stumbling backwards and holding his hand over his eye. Redness leaks from between his fingertips as he stumbles blindly, oblivious to the world around him. ((Woo...VERY nice damage, Undol. XD Those tiny bolts can do some pain-inflicting!))<br/><br/>He does not even make the attempt to fight back when Spike reaches out and grabs him by the throat, pulling him into a grapple. He does, however, start to wrestle with him - though is a bit more concerned with his eye, than the orc that is currently wrapping him up.<br/><br/>((Fort for golden ice 1d20(11) + 9 = 20. Passed))<br/><br/>A faint chill shoots through the Leopard's body, but he does not seem to be as effected as the Tiefling had been by the exalted ravage of Spike's touch.<br/><br/>((Grapple 1 - 1d20(19) + 12 - 4 stuffed = 27. Not grappled))<br/>((Grapple 2 - 1d20(7) + 12 - 4 stuffed = 15. Grappled. Spike has successfully grappled the Leopardfolk))<br/><br/>Spike's fingers manage to get a solid purchase around the Leopard's neck, and in the fur on his shoulder, and he jerks him forwards into an orcish embrace. The Leopardfolk stuggles, but makes very, very little headway, far too occupied with the pain in his eye to worry about what might be happening in the world around him.<br/><br/>Rak hops back and dances excitedly back and forth, looking very much like he wants to join the fray. Judging by the way he was licking his lips, the heavily-wounded Leopardfolk was looking like an incredibly delicious appetizer right now. However, the fox actually seems to understand Spike's words...and, at least for the moment ,holds back. Rak's voice echos in Lilium's head<span style="font-style: italic">"Tasty?"</span>. He sounded quite smug.<br/><br/>With a growl of rage, the Leopardfolk shoots his head forwards, snapping at the air right beside Spike's head - once more, he is entirely unable to find a purchase in orcish flesh.<br/><br/>((Bite attempt -1d20(2)...i'll just stop here. ))<br/><br/>"Undol..." Mirana whispers, still staring at the faint outline of the tiefling visible on Lilium's middle... "She ate her....wow..." She backs away from the conflict between Spike and the Leopardfolk, her eyes shifting back and forth between Lilium...and the Leopardfolk-and-Spike bundle. It almost looks like she wants to touch that little bulge - though right now, there were more important things to take care of. She picks up a skillet and begins to brandish it - just in case the Leopardfolk got free and came for her.<br/><br/>((Tiefling is paralyzed for 4 more rounds))