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The rest, either wounded themselves or stunned from the attack, stare in shock and horror at the sight of what happened and then to you... the enemies that is, the few who remain as the majority of this small remaining group immediately flee in terror of you. Some few, remain frozen in fear, or still foolishly compelled by duty. Remain, and peer through the rain at the surprised sea monster, delighted at her own newfound prowess.
<span class="mu-b">"A hah hah... ha-HA! Take <span class="mu-s">that</span>! Not enough for you? Well tell your masters of this! Ghlork- ghurk- uragh!"</span>
As a final effort to really drive the point home, give the last stragglers something dreadful to carry back with them and fearfully share to anyone and everyone, you hoist the fire mage up in the rain for them to see. You'd been clutching him close to keep him quiet through all this, partly to prevent him casting spells and partly so you could better approach and catch this enemy group off guard. But now you're fine with him screaming all he wants, let them hear them as much as they see him... for what is to be his ghastly end! Same as the Namadan lord yesterday, with both hands you grip and squeeze the man tight, and struggling or no you shove him into your mouth. Bit by bit, inch by inch, cramming him further and further down your gullet.
An easier time of it too, both from having done it before now and also not having to do it rapidly on the fly in the middle of combat. Better pacing yourself, better effort of it, not half-choking to death. It's still rather uncomfortable, fairly painful as your insides heave and bulge to try and gulp down a fully-grown human; you're huge of course yet still need to grow some more before it's easy for you. But inevitably you manage the feat and finally, fully swallow the annoying fire mage, sending him to join his lord in your tempestuous divine realm within. Pounding your chest with a fist to catch your breath again, you laugh in triumph in watching all remaining of the Namadans in full flight and screaming all the way...
...all but one, a young lad fallen over himself in utter despair at the sight of you, and what you've done. Poor fool was probably some conscript and never saw anything bad before today. Well, what a day to be your enemy as you lumber over towards him, stomping right up to the feeble and frightened human. Towering over him in the rain, with a cruel smile of fangs widening across your face.
<span class="mu-b">"Now you understand, little man? What you're up against? Maybe the other invaders will think twice, after this."</span>
Poor little wretch, it's simply too much for him to handle as you lower to grab him and carry off with you. Another prisoner for the village, or for yourself as you finally depart this place... now, feeling satisfied at the conclusion of everything. Though whether you immediately return to your followers, is up to you.
