(My mistake I guess.  I thought there were another one or two soldiers left when I posted that.  And by the say: Dusk is still a she<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>)<br/><br/>By the time Synys is finished reloading her crossbow she finds that the entire combat has come to an anticlimactic end.  The only soldiers even left in view obviously aren't going to be a concern since one is pinned by Dusk and the other two injured soldiers don't have the strength to fight back any more.  "That was fast," she mutters to herself.  She's really not surprised.  "I wonder how many more times we'll have to run into them before they're entirely wiped out."  Her crossbow is replaced amongst her easy-to-reach gear and she walks forwards towards the rest of the group while inspecting the building.<br/>(You mentioned it was on fire, but how bad is it?)<br/><br/>The emerald claw underneath her doesn't even seem to put up as much of a fight as the previous two she had had to deal with had.  Perhaps she had caught a glimpse of the situation her comrades were in when she came out and knew the effort wasn't worth it.  Either way, Dusk wouldn't protest an easy meal.  Her powerful jaws part just wide enough for her to push her maw further around her catch as her throat surges in with a loud<span style="font-style: italic">gllrp</span>.  Her neck bulges with the soldier's head as the feline easily continues forcing more and more of the helpless woman into her gullet.  The tight, hot confines pulse around her prey ceaselessly and help draw her further down towards the waiting stomach below.  In only moments the very large cat swings her head up, allowing gravity to help slide the unfortunate soldier inside with every swallow.  Her mouth then shuts around the girl's feet and one last gulp takes the last of her into Dusk's esophagus.  Her eyes drift back up and between the remaining soldiers, licking her chops while the humanoid is fully deposited and trapped inside her now somewhat distended underbelly.  Looks like the rest of them are spoken more.  She frowns slightly at that, but accepts it.  Inside her gut, the emerald claw is greeted by a vibrating rumble and surrounded in acid as the feline's digestive tract kicks into gear.