<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Vincent smiles faintly, seemingly not put off by the act at all "Don't worry about it, Calia. They were askin' for it. Who knows what they'd done to you if they had gotten the upper hand." He slowly settles the chair he'd been holding down, sighing as he rubs a hand at his back "...Ohhh...not the fighter i used to be, let me tell you."<br/><br/>He cannot help but watch as the heavy bulge that was the elf squirms it's way for the half-giantess' throat, his eyes following it down until the bulge disappears right into her stomach..which begins to swell a bit larger to accomodate the dessert that had followed the main course.<br/><br/>The elf utters a strangled little yelp as she feels her grip loosen, her hands sliding along the saliva-slickened interior of Calia's throat...and then, right through the tight little sphincter of muscle that led to her belly. She blanches when her fingers come in contact with the Sherakim's armor...and a part of his body that felt like it had certainly seen better day. Struggling valiantly, but to no avail...she slides right down into Calia's distending stomach, squeezing in right alongside the Sherakim who'd recently expired.<br/><br/>The steady gurgle of Calia's stomach grows louder with the addition of a second meal, the elf frantically searching for the tri-bladed dagger she kept at her waist. Drawing it quickly, she places both feet against the Sherakim's body...and pushes with all her might, creating a strange-looking bulge on one side of Calia's belly. Then...she begins to cut, sinking her blade into the tough interior of Calia's body. A tiny amount of hope dares creep into her heart when she feels the blade penetrate, despite the nasty, gunky juice that was pouring over her tender skin, causing it to tingle and burn.<br/><br/>((Attack roll 1d20(14) + 8 = 22. Hit))<br/>((Damage 1d4(4) + 1 = 5))<br/><br/>A tiny, sharp pain is felt from within Calia as the Elf continues to fight for her life, making not so much as a single sound...or, at least, none that can be heard over the comfortable gurgle of Calia's middle.<br/><br/>((Auto-Digest damage 1d6(4) + 6 = 10))<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">Wild Elf - 38/48</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Calia - 32/54</span>