<span style="font-style: italic">Note to self - classes starting again means free time dramatically decreases…</span><br/><br/>Although she had been taking her time trying to work herself into a position from where she could cut off the pair of fire-women, Phylia still pouts a bit when she sees the first finally slip free of the confining rocks and sprint into the room beyond.  However, her disappointment doesn’t last long when she notices that there was still one who was still squeezing her way under her.  From the frantic yelling coming from the larger main chamber, it sounded like the fight wasn’t going in their favor, so if she was going to get a meal, she was going to need to do so soon.  Taking a final few extra seconds to line up her target, Phylia releases most of her grip on the rocks around her, as well as allowing her form to flow into a far more liquid form.<br/><br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/366604">Bite attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span>-> Hit ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/366605">Bite damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span>]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/366607">Improved Chomp</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+16</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>-> Success ]<br/><br/>Dropping down on the distracted and vulnerable fire-woman, Phylia’s body resembles nothing so much as an elongated blob with her head protruding from one end, her maw stretching almost comically wide before it clamps around the blazing head of her soon-to-be-meal.  Letting the rest of her body drop down and around her, when she reforms her more humanoid appearance a few seconds later the poor fire-woman is well and truly submerged in the interior of Phylia’s body, and the telltale tingle of her naturally-acidic composition is already starting to set in.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to enjoy the warmth now flooding through her thanks to her latest meal, Phylia’s eyes roam around the room now that she can see how the fight itself was progressing.  Two more of the fire-women were lying on the floor in similar states of non-action, and a third was obviously thinking better of attempting to stick around.  The fourth, on the other hand, was making a quick descent into the belly of a fairly large catwoman.<br/><br/>However, when Phylia looks for signs of the beholder, she instead finds Miku fairly covered in its remains - remains that were giving off one of the most enticing scents that Phylia had ever encountered.  Although it would be in rather poor form if she were to immediately attempt to eat her, and would no doubt draw the ire of her other companions, Phylia can’t help but think about what she would taste like.