Tarentula scurries away from the pile of sodium hydroxide as the alligator continues its agonized thrashing. The cloud of dust kicked up is expanding, but it is not difficult for Tarentula to get clear of it and pull back toward the door.
Jorgi continues to blast at nearby tendrils, this time severing one clean in half. The closer end drops twitching on the floor while the other "attached" end continues to swing. It is no longer long enough to pose a threat to either Jorgi or Fate, however. (Attack roll 13+10=23, hit; Dmg save vs DC22, fail, disabled)
Fate concludes the casting of his spell and feels the power encompass his companions. His body starts shaking with exhaustion from the effort and he's unsure whether he could safely use his powers again. Even maintaining his flight is tenuous at best. (Exhausted: -6 Str and Dex, move cut in half.)
Granite launches himself across the room to where his last punch sent the fungal man. Using the force of his leap, he lands another solid punch square into his chest, further driving him into the large sewer pipe. (Attack roll 15+7-5=17, hit; Dmg save vs DC32, fail, 1 hit)
"In the battle between plant and stone, plant always wins out in the end," the fungal man says as he pulls himself out of the indention in the sewer line. "Usually, it's a slow process, but perhaps evolution can help speed things up." He punches Granite hard in the chest, but Granite saw it coming and twisted just enough to mitigate the worst of the blow. (Attack roll 19, hit; Dmg save + Protection roll 18+7 (+8), no effect)
At the sound of the alligator's roars, Granite risks a quick look in that direction. He finally notices the mound of whitish powder, the alligator thrashing around in it, and the cloud it's beginning to kick up.
The alligator is more or less out of the action for the moment.