With a 'Uuurrkkk!' on Drodjee's part, Johan pulls himself free of the half-orc woman's mouth, dropping solidly onto the ground with all the huzzah and pazazz of one who'd practiced the feat many, many other times in the past. Poor Drodjee, though, seemed far less used to someone escaping her stomach, much less doing so when she was blind and under attack from an unseen assailant in the form of the slender, spry Naji. The drow offers up a rather confident smirk when Johan pulls himself entirely free, letting her weapon dance back and forth between her hands for a few moments, despite Drodjee being unable to actually see it  "What's wrong, orc? Can't keep your food down? Pity - humans are delicious, aren't they? This one, moreso than others." Stepping in again, she continues to harass the blinded orc with her weapon, never attempting to land another solid blow, but adding further insult to her already precarious predicament.<br/><br/>Drodjee, though, didn't seem like she was completely done just yet. Johan's smug voice, calling to his comrades (and the newly arrived canine fellow), allows her to zero in on his location, more out of luck than any special skill. Before he's completely gotten his bearings, he feels the orcish woman's arm scoop forwards around his neck, and - once she's affirmed the hold and his basic positioning - the other wraps around his waist, jerking him forwards into her clutches once again. It...proves to be not too terrible of a place to be in, as once more, he finds himself buried face-first into her cleavage, the greenish flesh rising up in his vision like two soft, pillowy mountains. Had it not been for the overly-harsh grip of her arms around him, it would have been quite pleasant. Or...maybe it still WAS pleasant.<br/><br/>(( Drodjee is still blinded, but managed to get lucky with her 50/50 miss roll, AND her touch attack. However, her actual grab to continue holding onto Johan is 2 shy, thus he ends up getting away!))<br/><br/>Covered in the orc's digestive juices and more than a generous coating of saliva, Johan can feel his body slipping slightly in her grip, her own first attempt to turn him into padding on her chest actually making it a little more difficult for her to appropriately grab him a second time. A few quick wiggles and a jerk of his head, and he feels the arm around his neck loosen JUST enough...for him to drop all of his weight down onto his knees, slipping out from her grasp like an oiled snake.<br/><br/>"Errgh! By the bloody gods you are slippery! ' Drodjee hisses in frustration, starting to feel around on her side for her weapon - it looks like she had intentions of 'tenderizing' her food a little bit more before attempting to take another snatch at him, or his drow companion.<br/><br/><br/>((Short post, but...Drodjee is in a bad spot. x3 Not a whole lot she can currently do!))