Cyra doesn't take a step back, instead her face has an odd... manic leer to it as she watches the flames and continues pouring more into the inferno. This... thing thought it could eat her? There was only one penalty for that, and since she couldn't fit an entire house in her stomach she'd have to settle for burning it to death. That fire, though, is matched by a fire inside. All the magic the kari's expending has a cost in raw energy, and Cyra's stomach is filled with a tasty meal that she'd been letting simmer in intentionally weak acids for quite some time. No longer concerned with her food's opinions on the matter, Cyra sets about regaining her mana to keep up the fire on the house, as metaphorically burning acids start to drool from the walls of the stomach all over her already naked and softened prey with a very loud gurgle.<br/><br/>[[Assuming the house is busted since it didn't counter, tying up a loose end...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/221910">Digestion</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span>]]