[[!]]<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Inside Xarces' stomach, Alizome's situation goes from bad to worse. She lay curled tightly at the bottom of the man's belly, acids eagerly coating her, stomach firmly caressing and kneading her into a more liquid state for easy absorption. It's working, too. She can feel herself softening under the assault, becoming more and more ready to be funneled deeper in and stacked onto her devourer's muscles. Vertigo strikes the elf as Xarces moves, pressing his body against Adrastia's; combined with the increased flow of blood and acid, the push against her body is almost enough to start scraping flesh off and begin the next stage of her digestion. Gurgling gets louder, and Alizome finds herself rallying the willy to continue the fight.It would be too easy to just lay back and let her consciousness slip away to the rhythms of pounding bodies, but... no. She's not that far gone- a potion, a wand, anything will keep her more than able to survive even as half-digested as she is. Instead, shaking the reverie from her head, Alizome waits for the next thrust. It comes soon after she faintly hears Xarces promising a rough ride, and the idea brings a faint grin to Alizome's face. She had to anticipate. Almost... almost... now!<br/><br/>The next time weight pushes against her in the stomach, she's ready. Using the force as leverage, she hurls herself against the barrier to Xarces' throat as had as her weakened muscles allow, leading with her hand stiffened into a point to force open the weak point of her fleshy prison. Bracing with legs, she pushes forward against the body outside Xarces with both feet, using that as an extra lever to throw her further up the throat. She couldn't take too much more determined digestion, so she had to make her move now or resign herself to a gooey fate...<br/><br/>[[Down to 13 HP! <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/228240">Escape Attempt</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">35</span> ]]</div></div></div>