<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0000">His free hand went over his nose, a look of hatred crossing his eyes as he wiped the spit from his face. A snarl crossed his mouth as he looked at her, and he backhanded her, hard. Throwing her against the far wall, enough to knock out a bear if he had to, he turned to Crane. "I will take care of her later. You do as you wish. I will be back. And if she escapes..." His eyes turned to a deep crimson for a moment before he turned away. "...then you will be the object of my fury." And with slow, even steps, he left the room, closing the door.</span>