The drow would relish as she feels the plant matter grow stiff in her maw, the elf's magic-fueled hunger causing her to not keep her mind on the existing enemies, instead indulging herself as her stomach pleads with her to sate it. She would grab the now stiff form she was biting into, and pull it up in a surprisingly fluid motion, swallowing the creature whole as her magical shield flickers with the energy she is placating. She would be rather quick about it thankfully, only one to generally play with live meals. As quick as she could, the dark elf would gorge herself, taking in the demon gulp by gulp until there was nothing left outside her body.<br/><br/>As she swallows, her belly would swell, first a small pauch as its head enters her gut, but quickly filling out to a body-dominating sloshing orb. She didn't consider the sort of magics that may have brought about these creatures, perhaps it would happen later. She would be caught off guard most likely, rubbing her grumbling taut midsection as it rounds out, looking comically large, but less conspicuous.<br/><br/>((Ingesting the moster, voluntarily taking a flat footed as she is distracted)