With one smooth motion, she catches the coin out of the air and tucks it down her armor to rest between her breasts. "And here I was wondering if you were gonna be carried out of here in a centaur," she called out. "Oh well, poor thing's probably sad she didn't get anyone. I would be. But hey, I'm not in that position, am I?" She winks at the soldier she'd sent to kiss the commander, and says, "Shame you couldn't have pulled him off the horse. Don't worry though, right o' conquest means since that I'm the only one what did anything to you, anyone who wants to eat you's gotta square it with me. And-" She reaches down, looping her hands under the armpits of the soldier she'd wounded and the dragon-kin had knocked down. Holding him pinned to the pillar with one arm, she takes her knife and cuts the woman's clothing off quickly and carefully, standing so that most of the crowd could see her bared body. Unceremoniously, she distends her jaw and tugs the wounded gladiator into her maw, keeping careful hold of her wrists in case she wakes up and starts to fight, but letting her gullet pull the woman up, around, and down into her belly. People usually thought of fauns as being herbivores. Sometimes, they thought that right up until one taught them about the joys of being an omnivore. Wanting to get out of the arena so she could treat her wounds and start digesting her prize, she didn't make a long, extended show of swallowing her food the way she might otherwise have- instead, a half a minute or so after the fight was over, Kalliope rested with her back to the pillar, hooves splayed, and a still bulge in her belly displayed for all to see through the hole she'd cut in her armor before the fight. She *does* burp loudly enough to amuse the easily pleased in the crowd, though.