Her stuffed tail slowly sets down onto the ground, all light vanishes for Marc. She takes a deep breath, amazed at how utterly useless these weapons really are. She throws the rifle off of the cliffside and turns around, scooping up Suri back into her arms. The little Naga coils around her mother as she bends down to grab ahold of Marcs belongings. She smirks a bit as she's close enough to her tail to hear Marc's mumblings.<br/>She opens her Tail and uncurls her thick forked tongue from around the top of his head. "Unless you try anything stupid, you have nothing to worry about with my stomach." She closes her jaws tightly around Marcs head, but leaves her lips parted just enough so he can breathe. The rest of her body clenches down around him, the soft slimy tube holding him quickly firms up ferociously tight as she glares over to the next cliffside.<br/>Arakin is far too off to be able to hear anything, but the fact that they aren't dueling it out makes her worry. "Something here is not right."<br/><br/>She piles her body and leaps over the cliffside! Dropping like a stone, yet using the rock formations to land parts of her body on to control her decent. In no time at all, she splashes into the river and starts her accent towards Arakin. She leaps from one rock to the next. Expertly grabbing onto the rocks to swing her body around and push up with her trunk.<br/>Marc however, held upside down in her throat gets the whipping end of her body. She gets a brief chuckle realizing he's probably going to be dizzy for a week.