River's head snaps sideways, and back to glare at Crowley in the darkness. There's a red blotch across one cheek now, and in the brief illumination her eyes glitter with tears and murderous fury.

"Let me go," she shrieks, and bucks in the demon's grip. He's stronger than her, and at least as fast, but they'll both have bruises showing soon.

"He's made of killing, I can hear it, chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo, let go!"