<span style="font-style: italic">No... NO! This can't be real!</span><br/><br/>The shaking, thrashing dragonfolk's mind soon began to fill with true fear as the muscular stomach walls started to crush and grind at his battered body. Seeing no end to Nurkisi's admittedly remarkable digestive process, Geno tried to become comfortable with the idea of meeting his end here. Charmed and devoured by a beast much stronger than he... but as the dragonfolk prepared to relax his mind and accept his fate, the fleshy chamber surrounding him let up and he was able to move once more.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that he was practically marinating in stomach fluids, the dragonfolk still had plenty of anger left within him to unleash another torrent of attacks... or so he hoped. If this didn't earn him freedom from this rancid tomb, he'd likely be forced to take the backdoor exit... and he had a feeling he wouldn't live to tell about it. Geno let out another wild, enraged scream as he began to slash his claws about.<br/><br/>[Claw attack: 1d20(12) + 14 = 26; hit]<br/>[Claw attack: 1d20(16) + 14 = 30; hit]<br/>[Bite attack: 1d20 (10) + 9 = 19; miss]<br/><br/>[Claw damage: 1d4(3) + 12 = 15]<br/>[Claw damage: 1d4(4) + 12 = 16]<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">[Total damage: 31]</span><br/><br/>Though his two large claws were able to connect, Geno really had no way of biting the foxtaur's stomach walls without getting a mouthful of acid. He'd much prefer to use his mouth for breathing and, on occasion, screaming.