Said mostly in jest during the heat of the moment, Valeani had not been expecting any kind of actual response to her question, and the novelty of someone actually saying something like that as opposed to a curse or similar response makes her pause just long enough to take a long gash across one of her forearms.  Hissing slightly, she turns to the sword-wielder and watches out of the corner of her eye as the other combatant very neatly wraps up and downs the other crossbow wielder further into the library.  "Well, you heard the man.  Let's see if you taste as good as your friends outside did!"<br/><br/>[ Full-attacking the cultist that hit her with teeth and claws this time; the spear is only really going to come out if it's something she can't or won't eat for whatever reason. ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/264738">Bite attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">35</span>-> Crit threat,<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/264739">Bite crit confirmation</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">32</span>-> Crit confirmed ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/264740">Bite crit damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6+16</span><span style="font-weight: bold">23</span>damage, which going by their numbers puts him at -1 HP before either of the other attacks, so I'm gonna skip rolling for them and Greater Chomp and just narrate it out if that's alright. ]<br/><br/>Stepping up to the cultist, Valeani acts with her usual disdain for 'normal' tactics in combat, moving well within his reach.  However, she just as quickly wraps him up in her arms, pinning his own against his sides.  Her jaws gape wide over his head and takes it entirely in a single gulp, her jaws walking smoothly over the shoulders and upper chest of the cultist.  Unfortunately for him, her gullet is bearing down on him with such force that she both hears and feels a wet pop from somewhere inside her.  While she can't tell exactly what it was, the effect is obvious as the cultist spasms once and then goes disappointingly limp.  Bobbing her head a couple times to gulp down what's left of the meal, she pats the massive swell of her stomach with a satisfied look before turning her gaze to the last crossbow-man.  While she is sure that she's going to have difficulty moving once she's calmed down, between the still-present rush of battle and the opportunity to truly gorge herself to a level that she rarely has the opportunity to she's also quite sure that she can fit at least one more down, something that the cultists would be hard-pressed to not notice.<br/><br/>[ Valeani's Stats: ]<br/>[ HP: 81/83, AC: 20, CMD 26(29 vs grapple), DR: 1/- ]<br/>[ Rounds of Rage remaining: 12 ]<br/>[ Will be at first level of Stuffed once Rage ends ]