Smiling as she manages to not only successfully injure her new target but also drop him, the kitsune looks around.  Immediately she spots the last of the two more armored and magical of the group vanishing down her companions' gullets and chuckles.  Even the lamia had forced herself to find room to fill her stomachs witg one more blackscale; such a voracious group these people had.  Her own belly grumbling around her prisoner, she sudeen regrets making a promise of safety to the lizard her tummy so badly wants to have its way with, but refuses to break her word.  Instead of dwelling on the three full-bellied companions she turns to the last of the free lizards and moves around to once again get into a position to best get unseen attacks against her enemy before striking.<br/><br/>[[Main:  1d20+6-2  19<br/>Off:  1d20+5-2  14<br/>DMG:  3d6+2  10<br/>Off DMG(if hit):  3d6+1  7]]