Mera could hear the crunching as Yifa bit through the neck of the Terrestrial she'd pinned down.  She grimaced as she heard the sickening sounds, knowing that the Dynast was dying in a very nasty way compared to the deaths of the others.  "I'm fine," she replied when she was asked.  "You might want to clean up, though.  You're all bloody."  Sticking her lance into the ground point-first, she moved the unconscious solider off to the side, dragging his goremaul next to him.  Taking out a piece of paper, she left a message pinned to his buff jacket in Old Realm.  Even if he didn't know the language - and it was a rare Dynast who didn't - someone above him would, and he would probably beat a retreat to either Gethamane or Whitewall to recover and such.<br/><br/>"There.  All done."  She stood up and picked up her lance again.  "Job's finished.  Let's get to the area, we've still about a day or so's worth of travel before we hit our target."