Expertly ignoring me, she bends over Scabior, who is pressing his hands to the wound on his neck in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. From the rattle in his throat, he's already about to choke on his own blood, but Granger isn't done with him yet. She straddles him, wraps her small hands around his neck and squeezes, blood spurting out between her fingers. Scabior starts kicking again, but it's no use. Granger leans on him with all her weight, which, due to his severe injury, actually keeps him down, even though she is much lighter than him. 