[b]"How da-!"[/b]

[i]Everything went black before Facere could finish the word or phrase approximately meaning 'dare', as the monster reclaimed his sight at that moment. Facere would have no specific instinct warning him to shut his mouth that instant, nor to not finish the word on his tongue. At almost the same moment he'd be liable to feel something sock into his throat at high speed. As if it had eerily known and prepared for Facere to bellow at it, it had pegged the slime drenched rock into his open mouth the moment it had taken his sight.

The rock would have a thick layer of juicy, sopping mucous surrounding another semi-viscous layer with a greater density than saliva, so as to force the more malleable slime and saliva out of the way and squidge up against the walls of the throat, sticking fast and blocking the airway. The juicier saliva might ooze down into Facere's stomach as he tried in vain to swallow on reflex, an added touch of lethality, as the Magna Pater's mucous wasn't merely a venom, but a poison. The bufotoxic properties might cause Facere to begin hallucinating depending on how fast he might digest, unless his immune system recognised and stopped poisons as well.

If it got in there, the only way Facere would be able to dislodge it would be to tear out his throat lining, even if he could avoid having his fingers stick to it, which, in all likelyhood, he might try given his lack of insight about the monster's slime.

It didn't know how well Facere could survive without air, but the monster had decided to give this little trick it a go and see what the mischief wrought.[/i]

[@LeeRoy]