Normally, an assassin would flee when panic broke out where it's target was, but that was not how Nash the kobold assassin did things. After all, he was a shadow creature, a type of wraith, the shadows were his hideouts.

In this case, seeing his target dead and the queen killer seeming to accept its end, there was only one thing the assassin could do to ensure he got his reward and that no one said he failed.

There was a splash as he entered his ethereal form, discarding his physical equipment into the pond of gore below.

He then disappeared from view, slinking into the shadows and circling the room like a wolf on the hunt. He was watching, looking the best opening, before he took it.

The woman would feel a great pain in her chest as her lungs shrivel in the span of moments to little more than the size of bananas. Small hands, no larger than an infant human's, clutched the organs from above.

Slowly and surely, the rest of the woman's chest began to cave in, centering on the points of his hands.

Ribs and bones snapped and broke as they were crushed and mixed with muscles and flesh and tissues like some kind of implosion. The woman's chest was visibly changing, being drawn in around where her lungs would be. A messy plop was heard, followed by another, as one breast was sucked in and crushed and then the other.

After only a few seconds of this, it was over and the crushing ceased, but the damage was done as internal bleeding from the destruction of vital organs pooled inside the body.

The woman would not be left to die, however, as Nash assumed material form again, landing in the pool of gore and grabbing the woman by her head; a four-fingered hand to each side of her face.

"wux claxon sia meal, jaka wux re coi (You took my meal, now you are it)" He spoke in droconic.

A moment later, as the words sank in, there was a sharp sucking sound as the woman's eyes vanished from view and her skull was made empty. Following this, cracks were heard and her head collapsed in on its brief.

He let her go, the front of her face was sucked into itself slightly, and Nash turned to collect his gear and head back to inform his employer that the deed was done and the queen was dead.

Sticking to the monsters theme, let's go after the kobold Polt. You hired her as your personal trainer at her health spa for monsters, but, now that the contract is over, you are astonished to find out that she forgot to mention humans have to pay extra for her as a personal trainer. Finish her!
Also, don't forget to clean yourself off in the shower.