Xarces braces for the swallow that was soon to follow, the one that would see him tucked tightly away within Dura's belly. The muscles around him quiver and flex, though instead of drawing him in deeper, quite the opposite occurs, Xarces being pushed back the way he came, to drop onto the ground, covered in saliva, but no worse for wear. "Well then..." he merely mutters, uncertain as to what had brought on her sudden change of heart. A second later he has his answer, as he has a front row seat to witness Dura being struck by a train taking the form of Tubs.<br/><br/>Xarces uses the distraction of combat around him to wipe his face clean of the woman's saliva, looking about to see where his weapons had gotten too, perhaps he'd get to try them out yet.