Whatever it is in his neck, it's buried in his flesh - but with the skin peeling and the tissue rotted, it would be quite possible to remove it with a strategic strike. It was small, but it kept crackling with electricity, sending shocks down his spine that he no longer seemed to notice. For the grab that Max made, all she winds up with is a handful of burnt skin and some potentially valuable insight.

He lets out a wordless snarl as she jumps over him, turning blindly again to lunge out in the direction she landed in. He's all teeth and vicious movements right now, spindly hands searching, trying to grab, rip, tear.