Crayfish gets his meal

Terrence smirks as he picks up the severely weakened Octillary and he licks his face a few times. "You know, for a sick freak your flavor is telling me that you once had a different personality... Oh well, time for you to become my lunch!" He opens his maw as wide as he could and starts to stuff the octopus down it. He murred softly to himself as he swallows down his prey's head and really enjoyed its flavor as he sucked on the limp body like it was a sucker. He eventually got to the shoulders and chest. He greedily guzzled down those along the wobbling belly that used to be a Walrein. He then slurps up the tentacles and legs like noodles and made one last swallow.

The Crawdaunt pats his belly a few times "Ah, nothing more satisfying like crushing a freak and putting him in his place!" He lets out a loud burp before he walks off the arena and the Machamp chuckles a bit "Now that was a show of power! On to our last match of the second round! Waldo the Emboar versus Patrick the Zebstrika!" The large boar walks onto the arena with the zebra right behind him. Waldo makes a low groan "Ugh! You barely have more meat than the Venomoth did!" Patrick narrowed his eyes "I'll make you regret putting me on the same boat as that moth!"