OOC: Hawk, you don' t heal getting your head cut off and chopped into little tiny messy bits. And incase you haven't noticed, this had very little to do with getting information and alot more to do with enjoying torture.
IC: After ripping the three apart, one of the Mercers converted the chainsaw on his arm into a plasma thrower and thoroughly incinerated what was left of them. As the doctor began cutting he realized that his 'patient'arm was healing most everything done to him. "Hmm, intrustin' " the doctors eye whirred out and began scanning the narrikian. By doing so he would be able to detect any kind of change within the 'patient' including the buildup of explosive energies. "Well den, lessee yu heal dis" he snapped his fingers and a large sinister looking nozzle extended from the ceiling. He grabbed hold of it, stepped back a few good yards and then pulled a lever on the nozzle that sent a cascade.of highly corrosive acid streaming at him. In seconds it would reduce the soldier to little more than a puddle of red and green goo.
