Blood flowed freely from the slit throat of the Troglodyte as it’s eyes opened for a second before closing for the last time. A pool of blood started to form at the feet of Corsa and Flint, but other than that, nothing moved.
Loosh sees Corsa wave and then wonders why she comes back to tell them it's clear. They saw her slit the creature's throat like a professional assassin. Loosh remembers the satisfying feeling of slitting a throat, and he's not sure if he's proud of Corsa or ashamed of her. Ashamed of himself, certainly. He puts those thoughts behind him and moves up toward the caves.
Ah, so no smoking them out? It would improve the smell... I'll guard the rear I suppose? said Lal as he started walking forward, tabar on his shoulder.