[ From behind, Grell grasps his neck with all the strength she has, and plunges the pocket knife beneath the base of his skull. Instantly, his legs crumple, and she guides him to fall on his side whilst the blade remains embedded in his skin. It prevents him from bleeding out, for know, but he's been paralysed, spinal cord pierced.

Standing over him, she presses the pointed heel of her boot into his groin with a sneer. ]

And taken out, you shall be! But it won't be swift. Oh, no, I won't allow you that mercy. Why should we, when you've no compassion of your own?