She conjured a pair of pliers. Maybe using Muggle tools was a bit primitive, but even a staunch Pureblood supremacist like Rabastan couldn't argue that they worked. Marcus must've realized what she was going to do. One touch of his mouth and he tried to bite her hand. She punched him in the jaw with all of her might, pleased when she heard cracking. Blood dribbled down his chin with his saliva. It was disgusting but she'd handled worse.