"She's fading." The altered voice growled and a hard palm slapped across her cheek to bring her back.

"We're not done yet. The contract was clear in terms of suffering and pain, but more fuzzy about how soon you died."

The back of one gloved hand softly, almost lovingly trailed up one arm and laid over Meg's forearm, light pressure there until the woman showed signs of rejoining the party, that's when the pressure that could be applied by a half ton robotic suit came down on a two inch section of her Radius, the bone snapped like a dry twig.