Alizome whoops again as she feels her devourer fall; it hadn't been quite as close-run a thing as she'd feared when the wolf swallowed her thanks to the support of the others, but she'd still managed to kill the damn thing herself- or at least get in the killing stroke herself, which was just as good. Sheathing her swords (no point trying to clean them in<span style="font-style: italic">here</span>), she began pushing herself up the limp throat, wriggling and clawing trying to find a jawline to grab onto. She hoped her appearance (drenched in blood and acids) wouldn't scandalize the more predatory members of her party who were decidedly uneasy with the idea of meals that fought from inside their stomach and climbed out. She was pretty sure a few ribs were broken, her head and arms were a solid mass of bruises, and something was grinding unpleasantly in her hip, but she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>alive and able to keep fighting. Any time you got eaten and got out while able to say that instead of getting out as a soft brown lump, you were ahead of the game.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/140341">Escape Artist Check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">24</span>Gonna assume that's more than enough to get out of a dead puppy. Incidentally, 12/35 HP remaining.<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>This'll be next round's action, I guess!]]