Another nod. Xeha runs his fingers over the controls of his equipment, and-

"Very well."

Two words spoken in a deep, warm voice, and the room dims around them. The patterns on the floor begin to move, and a device on the far side of the room moves down. Coursing through the equipment Braig's wearing comes a steady pulse of energy: tamed, controlled magic alone. Just a background to begin with, nothing of note, but picking up...

And a beam of light energy aims straight for Braig's heart.

If Xeha's done the calculations right, this shouldn't hurt a bit.