Looking about as the battle swings decisively in their favor, Phylia is glad that their group was able to weather the admittidly potent assault by the orcs.  Once that had been dealt with, the orcs had learned like so many others that closing with this particular group was about the worst possible position you could put yourself in, as it just put you that much closer to any of the frankly ravenous predators that made it up.  Feeling safe enough to allow her form to revert back to its 'natural' state, she shrinks back down until she's about the same size as her compatriots, albeit composed of a blue-green substance.  Her midsection was bulked out by her recent meal, but not very significantly as she could accommodate such meals in ways that others couldn't due to simple biology - she had no internal organs to take up other space inside her.  Already, the form of the orc inside her was becoming hazier as her entire body went about breaking her down, and in a few short hours she'd be nothing more than an extra inch or two of height or some other increase in proportions somewhere on her body.<br/><br/>Walking over to the pit that had trapped the last two, she peeks over the edge before backing off to stay out of easy targeting of what ranged weaponry they still had.  "Well, you always want more.  Remember that 'party' we went to, with the nobles and the merchant family that didn't bring nearly enough to eat for dinner?  I couldn't move I was so full, and you were twice my size and still going.  That being said, getting back out of that pit before the spell wears off could be problematic for you...unless you want be to bring one back up for you?"<br/><br/>[ Phylia may not have a climb speed right now, but she can certainly turn into any number of things that can climb, fly, or burrow their way in and back out...<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>]