[Barusa]<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;">*Barusa lept after her mistress and guarded her jealousy. Taking her full 24 ft size and manifesting her heavy sword, an enormous tall shield, and wooden armor, giving her extra buoyancy and making rising through the water easier, her many tails aiding her in maneuvering the ocean brine. The tremendous Hanas three heads bore their gaze down on any would be attackers, her belly growling to be stuffed with these threats. And fill her belly she did, following the movements of block, parry, grapple, swallow. She devoured them three at a time, one for each head, stuffing no less than nine Aquiron soldiers into her body, three for each of her gluttonous assets, filling them from lowest to highest.*</div></div></div><br/>[Wiska]:<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;">*Upon getting dunked into the ocean, Wiska lost most of her momentum, all she could do now is throw up unstable mud barriers, sling mud whips, and fire the occasional mud ball. All of which swiftly lost stability in the oceans currents, in short, it was far more difficult for her to use her earth spells when underwater, so she decided to turn to her alternative solution. She held her staff in her claws, and twisted the shaft in opposite directions, a trick she found on Isla Coco, making a short wooden scythe flip out from the staffs head, rotating around the hollow circle, while the shaft collapsed into a more manageable length for one hand. That combined with her bone driver would let her fight on the front lines.*<br/><br/>*Wiska had only clashed for a moment, leaping into the fray with the other crewmen when Seydon sounded his war horn, and announced his identity...but, this just left wiska confused, she'd ask later. For now seeing the fighting stopped, the shaman simply followed along after Seydon, very closely. Should the shark folk try to stop her, she'd retaliate with severe aggression. Wiska didn't fuck around, she was a shaman, that entailed a respect for nature, and with that respect came an understanding of how death works. In short, if they tried to take Seydon from her, she'd kill them for it.*</div></div></div><br/>[Barisa, Post Battle]:<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;">*Barusa regrettably relinquished her meals, gulping them all into her zealously stuffed rump before squeezing them out from her tails back into the waters, she could sense several of them rather liked it in there but would never admit to it for fear of their occupation...she'd probably toy with them later, throwing a few a wink from one of her draconic heads while holding a ravishing pose under the waves, using just a little extra sway in her hips to keep herself floating in place.*<br/><br/>*Once they were released, Barusa swiftly returned to Spectras side, keeping her enormous belly level with her mistress, proudly displaying her girth. She had not yet removed her armor or armaments.* "My belly is still rumbling my love, what should I do?", *the big girl asked Spectra setting her shield claw over her tummy as its deep gurgling whines rumbled through the water.*</div></div></div>