Each slam of his fists on her soft skin sounded thick and heavy like a steak slapping on a cutting board. It wasn't the same sound you heard in movies, but of course Beetle had been around enough to know the sound well enough.

Just like he probably knew right away what the sound of a broken nose was. Blood gushed from her smashed snout as she groaned and her eyes rolled up in her head exposing the whites in a bloodshot creepy way.

Her body went limp, and other then a very faint breathing she seemed for all intents and purposes to have been taken out.

White makeup and blood smeared on his hands from where he had struck her again and again.