"Fucking fuck!" he cries out as the blade travels across his body. It hurts, and it hurts here more than any discorporation ever hurt back on Earth. Leave it to this damn town to make everything hurt worse. He writhes, trying do to anything, something, to get away from the pain and the injury. He tries to grab her wrist, to pull her arm back from him, but he feels the blood loss affecting his muscles, and he can't even make his touch hot, can't even make a minor miracle to pull her away.

"Why are you doing this?" he coughs out.