With a groan, the dragon collapses... the fading digestion-magic of the Priestess sapping its strength even as Synys's blows land without a hint of mercy. It's from shrinks, sloughing psuedoflesh which fades to a sticky, immateriel residue, leaving a crumpled form no larger than a blackscale...<br/><br/>{Editorial note, the emphasis is going to slightly change to greater social interaction and sexy digesting situations, though there will still be chances for this  kind of knock-down drag-out fight in the future...}