With a thunk the alpha fell, chaos erupting throughout the camp as several more projectiles found themselves with new splinters deep within their flesh. [i][color=9e0b0f]"Now or never."[/color][/i] Oryx thought to herself as she released her payload of bile onto the leather muzzle keeping her mouth closed. The leather couldn't stand up to the acid for long but for now it held strong as she began to work on freeing herself. Wrapping access chains around, Oryx used a combination of strength, leverage, and a rusty lock to free herself from the stake keeping her stationary and free to move about. Free to move around at will was fun, but she [i][b]really[/b][/i] needed to find the key keeping her torso in bondage. As the last scraps of leather fell from her face she spotted her freedom, Grease Fingers. 

The little snotling had run off in his fear, leaving everyone else to fall under the sand skipper. [color=9e0b0f]"May the sands swallow you whole and the buzzards damn your eyes Grease Fingers!"[/color] Oryx yelled, a raspy and rough voice booming through the air. Pent up rage filled the Sand Butcher, her arms turning that terrible shade of red as the Red Thirst took hold of her head. With a sickening squelch bone ripped through flesh as horns and blades made themselves known, a useless show given her current condition. An inarticulate, bloodcurdling screech filled the air as Oryx kept towards the closest guard and bit into his unprotected flesh, causing weak gurgles to slip passed his gaping neck wound. The weaker guards fled as she feasted upon the unfortunate guard, allowing the world to quiet itself as she had her first decent meal in days. Unfortunately this lead to a rather angry squat thing to sneak up behind the hungry Etori'ka.