((Tied up and otherwise restrained, I think we can call that a coupe de grace.))<br/><br/>Roland's eyes bug out as she slits his throat, and he lets out a weeze of protest, all he can do with a cut throat.  His muscles strain and bunch as he makes one last, desperate effort... but the ropes hold, and his muscles slacken again, his eyes going blank and lifeless in his face, his dying expression one of fear and strain.