"What the fu--" he started as she fell against him and shouted when he felt sharp teeth puncture the nape of his neck. His hands flew to her shoulders and tried to push her away but her claws and fangs just tore further into him. "Get off!"

His fingers sparked but he stopped himself. This was Kanaya, not an enemy. He remembered she mentioned something like this at the meeting, hadn't she? Either way, he couldn't just light her on fire.

Blood was soaking into his shirt, dripping down from his neck wound and her claws in his shoulder. His head was quickly getting foggy, shock and blood loss making him woozy. Behind his shades he looked to Karkat, a silent plea for help.