<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;">Digestion CMB Roll:  (1d20 + 13): 1 + 13 = 14; Automatic Fail</div></div></div><br/><br/>Much like the others, Angel is startled for a moment when Vanika appears. The last thing she needs is another demon trying to tear her to bits. She can't help but grin as the newcomer takes a large bite and swallows the other slime demon whole, however. It seems to have made its side in the battle quite clear and Angel is hardly one to judge a book by its cover, especially given how she looks.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the assistance," she tells Alyssa and Vanika with a smile. "That one seemed to have it in for me." However, a moment after that Angel clutches her gut with both hands, a look of uneasiness upon her face. Normally her stomach made quick work of whatever she put in it, but something felt a bit off this time. The feeling wasn't painful, but it wasn't the normal pleasurable feel of her prey digesting either. Perhaps Celaire had eaten something earlier that didn't agree with her? Goodness knows the girl didn't get nearly enough meat in her diet.