"No…"
The other octophoid and cephalopoid races were now away from their tables; either gagging or vomiting everything they ate as their eyes tried their best to avoid what was being shown on the four walls of the banquet hall. Suffice it to say, they did not even have anything left in their stomachs — and with how fast the cephalopoids digest their food, everything was… truly a wet mess.
As for the other races, they could really only continue to watch in horror as Riley started to finely slice the burnt parts of Jakol's back… and once again plant him on the seething boulder. This wasn't a hunt at all, not even a massacre. Riley was just playing and torturing his enemy, and it wasn't just him. All members of the Strays were doing it.
