[Many hours later]
*BURF*
Anya, Jim, High Ruler Enor, and the six High Grades, at long last, were vomited from the hot, moist, unbearably rancid chambers of the beasts' mouths.
Thick coatings of saliva dripped all over their bodies, and it took everything in them not to throw up the contents in their stomachs.
'Oh my god,' Anya complained inwardly while the few Ethisians, who were lucky enough to only be restrained by tendrils, were released gently, 'why couldn't they carry all of us with tendrils instead of their mouths?'
While Anya complained with drool all over her body, the rest of the Ethisians immediately got on their knees, dropped their weapons, and raised their hands. The first to do so was Enor, who motioned for the others to follow his lead.
The only ones who didn't were Anya and Jim, the two most clueless individuals in the group.
