Dancer gave a grin of twisted satisfaction as Zoltan was so thoroughly eliminated, but found her satisfaction was short-lived. She turned to crawl away from the enormously muscled infernal, but though her wounds were healing her body was yet weak. She squirmed in his grip as he picked her up by her doublet, the leather groaning loudly under his grip. Her fists rained blows on his arm while she hung from his grip, but it was like battering stone.<br/><br/>Finally, she let out a choked sigh and stopped struggling, falling limp in his grasp and lowering her head in shame.<br/><br/><strong>"If you're going to kill me...then just do it. Please, just do it fast."</strong>