<span style="font-weight: bold">Alizome</span>fires her bowshot… but most of the target the recumbent Priestess represents is her swollen tum, and her gleaming armor covers most of the rest - the arrow<span style="font-style: italic">hits</span>her side, penetrates the armor plating… but no blood flows from the wound. Neither she nor the acolytes acknowledges the attack, seem maybe not even to notice it… but the last, abused blackscale bruiser does. With a half-confused expression, he<span style="font-style: italic">stares</span>at you, and, with a roar, attacks. Claw and tooth bite deep, dealing vicious wounds, but you’re nimble, agile, and slip away before you can be trapped by the ravenous jaws… much to his evident disappointment, from the half-caressing and<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>hungry lick he places across your tender flesh, exposed by the rents he’s just riven in your garments…<br/><br/>{18 Damage, not grapple, you retain sneak attack vs. Priestess and Acolytes, but not Bruiser}<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces</span><br/><br/>Priestess Nonlethal pleasure damage running total 28<br/>New acid damage 2 (will be soaked by resistance)<br/>New bludgeoning damage, Priestess’s tum, 10, Blackscale acolyte hands, 8<br/><br/>The flow of acid from the Priestess’s tum increased somewhat, as it accepted the inevitability of its lovely filling’s ultimate digestion and passage - but still remained far below the level necessary to hurt Xarces. The same could not be said of the crushing pressure from the walls around him, and the hands beyond them driving the stomach forcibly into his flesh. All around the Priestess’s moans and gasp of ecstasy, drawn from religious fervor and intense pleasure both, continue to rumble and echo deeply throughout his body. Only the acolytes are chanting now, and that can only be heard dimly, through the walls of the tum giving him such loving brutal attention.