(Just to clear up the confusion: Dusk isn't a 'he', she's a 'she')<br/><br/>Synys grimaces as combat really breaks out now, hostilities growing on both sides.  She still isn't sure why Dusk charged, but she supposes the answer should wait until after they're done dealing with the Emerald Claw.  She is a bit confused by he elf's reaction though: everyone is at least reacting in preparation, but she's...accusing either the kitsune or the panther of being jealous of something.  then she begins to react as her stuff is taken.  So perhaps these women<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>just common brigands using unique tactics to rob those passing by.  Well, at least one thing can get the rogue motivated.  Her gaze quickly pans across the area to get a grip on what is happening and sees the naga and human starting to engage some of the Emerald Claw whilst their bard starts his way down yet another gullet.  Her gaze falls back to the elf as she staggers and fails an attempt to keep the woman with her bag from leaving and she frowns.  That won't end well.  From her perch on top of their newest companion she is at least relatively safe from wandering blades as she starts an incantation, focuses on the power flowing through her, and then channels it through a point of her finger at Alizome.  The elf's form and belongings begin to shift and expand, giving her increased size and strength.  "That ought to help," she says, partially to the rogue and partially to herself, though she notices one of the necromancer's undead rushing in the help the elf just as she does.  Then she turns her attention to the second woman next to her mount and draws her spear.<br/>[Cast enlarge person on Alizome.  If she wants to resist the growth for any reason the will DC is 16<br/>If defensive casting concentration check was necessary: 1d20+10  25]<br/><br/>Dusk easily catches hold of the gauntlet woman after she removes her weapons of choice, holding her tightly in her jaws.  Her eyes dart to the side just in time to see a scythe-wielding human rushing in to assist her ally, but she hasn't the time to react.  She flinches as the blade flashes across her hide...but the weapon doesn't seem to be as effective as it's formidable appearance insinuates.  The chain striking and wrapping her neck a little is only a minor inconvenience as well, leaving the mostly uninjured feline to do as she pleases.  With a human fruitlessly struggling in her grasp already she doesn't hesitate at all.<br/>[Standard action is swallow check: 1d20+23 (assuming minimum bonus from predatory instincts)  30]<br/>her grip on the girl's arm shifts forebodingly before the panther whips it's head back, to pull the girl towards her, and then back forwards as her jaws open wide.  Laryn's head and shoulder's vanish into the predator's throat with a single powerful<span style="font-style: italic">gulp</span>.  She continues her meal almost effortlessly, rhythmically swallowing  and drawing her struggling meal even more into the tight, pulsing flesh of her esophagus.  Her size and power allow her to quickly finish the girl's upper body and then tilt her head back to suspend the desperately kicking legs above her in the air.  Another swallow and her thighs are dragged out of sight into Dusk's lithe, powerful body, wet throat musles<span style="font-style: italic">squelching</span>around her prey as they move her further downwards.  Yet another and Laryn's knees are gone, then another and her shin's vanish beyond Dusk's maw.  Her mouth then seals shut and a final swallow allows the human's feet to join the rest of her on the wet slide down into the large feline's awaiting tummy.  With a quick, appreciative lick of her lips to gather the last of her meal's flavor she turns to the adjacent girl who dared strike at her, underbelly hanging lower with it's new guest, and smiles.