It's clear the little lizardgirl hasn't eaten a good meal – a live, writhing meal at least as big as she is – for some time. Acid pours into her belly like a waterfall, but, despite it, her self-control keeps her belly muscles loose and relaxed. It's not that she's not strong – Xarces can feel her bearing your weight without significant effort, even as her belly dangles. The acid doesn't do more than tingle, to no real effect... so far.<br/><br/>There's a crashing from the jungle ahead, the sound of a large creature moving fast and with little caution. Swiftly enough, the head and shoulders of a Blackscale appear above the undergrowth. “Krik,” he snaps in draconic, “if your clutch wails one whistle one more time for<span style="font-style: italic">no good reason</span>I'll let my<span style="font-style: italic">stomach</span>do the groaning at you-” {Alizome has, from hiding, a shot at this guy if she wishes}.<br/><br/>A bowshot strikes out from the trees, catching Aethon – holding the girllizard, who's apparently just seized and swallowed Xarces despite being restrained herself – in the flank {1 damage}.