Watching as his companions engage, Aethon continues to take targets of opportunity, moving out of the woods to fire at the targets from a closer range and take out any stragglers.<br/><br/>[ Round 2 for Aethon - Standard action to shoot at Poison Dusk 2, then a move action out of the woods. ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/124801">Bow attack on PD2</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>-> Likely a miss, but I'll throw damage in just in case. ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/124802">Bow damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span>damage ]<br/><br/>The struggling girallon looks like it's going to be an issue sooner rather than later, but as Aethon turns toward it, he sees Jules get snapped up by a Blackscale that seemed to have recovered from the poison.  Looking worriedly between the two, he realizes that the two problems might be solvable at the same time.  Reaching down and pulling out his Octogram, Aethon begins a short chant which is finished with a wave of his arms in the girallon's direction.<br/><br/>[ Round 3 for Aethon - Full round action casting<span style="font-style: italic">Dominate Animal</span>at the girallon - it will need to pass a DC 16 Will save to resist. ]<br/>[ If it doesn't, its current command will be to go after the Blackscale trying to eat Jules. ]<br/><br/>Gwaihir, meanwhile, continues to work at getting the unfortunate Poison Dusk into his stomach as fast as possible, trying to get his beak all the way around it's head.<br/><br/>[ Round 3 for Gwaihir - Swallow check to fully ingest PD4 ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/124805">Swallow check on PD4</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span>]<br/><br/>Following only applies if that succeeds:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Maneuvering his beak fully around the struggling lizardfolk's head, Gwaihir opens it wide and forces it down, his hooked beak digging into the Poison Dusk's back.  Not content to wait and savor his catch, as it's been far too long in his opinion since he's had a good, large meal, Gwaihir hefts the lizardfolk up before bobbing his head back down, taking the lizardfolk in well past its shoulders, pinning its arms against its sides.  With his meal now mostly immobilized, Gwaihir raises his head high before his beak again begins to bob, with each motion swallowing more and more of the unfortunate lizard.<br/><br/>As his beak closes around the feet of the lizardfolk, Gwaihir's chest is bulked out significantly by the size of his meal as it comes to a rest, his feathers twitching slightly with the struggles coming from within.  Flying will be a bit of a chore with such a large meal, but it was completely worth it in his opinion.</div></div></div>