Head tossed back, eyes watering, teeth bleeding as they grind into eachother, Marguun does his best to stifle a cry of horrific pain.  It would only bring her satisfaction.<br/><br/>Instead, he allows that to seethe within him, boiling the hate and anger and brutality and depravity deep within him, allowing it to rise to the surface, hot blood bubbling from his mouth and falling down his chin in sizzling red foam.  All sense of decency and fair play are lost, as the demon swallows the angel.<br/><br/>He slams his axe into Okami's shoulder, biting through it pinning him to the wall.  Now, with a free hand, he jams hard fingers into Sayuri's mouth, grabbing her jaw in an iron vice.<br/><br/>He smiles, awful and cruel, then twists his body with a shout of crippling malice, yanking her light body from behind him and spinning her by the jaw as easily as she might toss a rat.  True demonic strength was coursing through him now.  Herculean.<br/><br/>Practically using her skull as a boxing glove, he pounds the back of her skull into Okami's forehead.  Then he punches out with his shield, slamming the impervious metal edge straight into her already broken nose, before using the shield hand to grab her sword arm, pressing it down to her side, then twisting his grip, to snap the bone.<br/><br/>His right hand pythons over her right shoulder, then twists about, to cradle her skinny neck in his curled arm, dragging her into a tight headlock at his side, squeezing to wreck her windpipe, or possibly just snap her neck.<br/><br/>"Still having fun?  Now die!<em>Die, die, die, die!</em>" he chants in a voice like gravel, that pounds her senses like a squad of drummers beating drums of flesh with cudgels crafted of victim's bones,  Utterly demoralizing, he times the chant with pumps of his arm around her neck.<br/><br/>