"You're lucky, you know? She wants you alive. With just a flick of my fetlock, I could break your neck." Handy could well believe him. Currently, the only thing keeping him conscious, or at least he assumed, was the vampiric power trip he was on. If it could filter smoke and allow him to break rocks, it sure as shit could help him survive strangulation for longer than normal. Turned out vampires needed to breathe, and they objected quite strongly to being denied their favourite combustible fuel source for the purposes of respiration. Who knew?