Seeing and hearing no moan from the Emerald Claw soldier, she sniffs. "Pity. Thought she'd be stronger than that. Oh well, quicker to digest I suppose, can't be waddling around if there's more fighting to do." Stepping off the fallen woman, Misha ungently pulls her charred head into her mouth and starts loudly going about getting her meal into her stomach with rapid efficiency. Once she does, she... well, waddles... around, nodding. "Right. Definitely a bit too much heat, I started tasting char and not well seared meat. These guards are pretty weak, but-" A feathered shrug. "At least she was technically alive until..." *burp* "Then. So it still counts. You all still feuding over the survivors? I'd have another if I could fit one, but we really should put that fire out first."