<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;">Sorry about posting at the last minute again. One of these days life will stop being crazy.<br/>Maintaining Grapple (1d20 + 27): 13 + 27 = 40<br/>Digest Bludgeoning Damage (1d6 + 10): 5 + 10 = 15<br/>Digest Acid Damage (2d6): 5, 4 = 9<br/>Cure Moderate Wounds (2d8 + 9): 4, 2 + 9 = 15<br/>Perception Check (1d20 + 7): 12 + 7 = 19; Fail</div></div></div><br/><br/>Angel looks hesitant as the demon once again settles into a bulge in her stomach. However, her worries are soon eased as a pleasant gurgle emits from her midsection indicating that digestion is proceeding just as it should. She lets out a sigh of relief, somewhat of an odd expression given her monstrous appearance. Still, she's not in the clear yet and she knows it. Even once the demon stops squirming there's still the rest of the invasion... or whatever it is that's going on.<br/><br/>Better to be safe than sorry, she thinks as she pops the cork out of the extract in her hand. As Alyssa addresses Mina and her, Angel downs the contents and wipes her mouth. She takes a moment before she responds, closing her eyes and enjoying the pleasant healing feeling as it washes over her body. "Perhaps it might be best if we all get out of here," she replies after she opens her eyes again. She takes a couple steps back from the dais as warily glances at the large figures atop it. "I'm sure almost everybody has fled already and there is not much we can do against a horde such as this. I for one would much rather live than die in such a manner."