Before moving away Bastet slashed his forehead and neck. The first would blur his vision with blood, while the latter was done with surgical precision to distend the muscles needed to control his vocal chords.
Clara gulped, but continued applying pressure. At this point even the drunk could feel the intense pain building up. Those glassy eyes widened, and was about to let out a blood curdling scream. She covered his mouth with a firm grip, muffling the call for help… that might have been loud enough to wake the dead…
Instead there was the sound of bones popping out of their joints and snapping. It did take long for the man to faint, which was exactly what Clara wanted.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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