The knife cleaved to the side, it's sharp blade slicing in with the same efficiency as the last, cleaving the second limb from the young catgirl with no trouble. The young queen set the arm down on the mat as well, wiping the knife clean with a cloth. "I think I'll roast these, and the rest of you can be a nice soup." Licking her lips, the queen dragged in a large pot. Despite being the same age as Karian, and so hugely overweight, she seemed deceptively strong. The pot already was filled with water, made up partially of the stock from former meals.