Resha considers the feasibility of pulling the wounded spider free, most of the arachne's energy going to repairing those wounds she'd dealt her leaving her weak. Well, a little fire never scared Resha and mighty as she is she thinks there's easier ways to carry such a hefty load. So once she's leapt forwards she grins "I'm gonna make sure to turn every ounce of you into tiger crap" she says with a wicked grin, right in front of the arachne's face, then starts cramming her down. Resha undaunted by the size of her meal, reaching down to grab those scarred forelimbs and yank upwards, forcing the spidergirl into her throat as she swallows, gluttonously taking in the larger taur heedless of such minor nuisances as an ongoing fire. Why worry when she has head and well fattened arachne breasts sliding down her throat and into her belly after all?