[The second shot is aimed for the side of the flamebeast's head, and Zoe gets another of those lucky blindsides in, with a mess of fire, smoke, and whatever passes for blood with a thing like that. The thing staggers to the side, gives a wet sort of moan, then hits its knees, flames starting to die and head drooping.

Zoe pumps another round into the shotgun, just in case, and approaches warily.]

Think that mighta done it.