[A sickening sound - a familiar sound, of flesh being forced open, his gaze turning despite all wisdom and common sense not to, in time to see the guts spill with a sickening plop and the lower half drop.

Greyson... no - Moriarty. Then he remember - too late, in time to scream as shearing pain hits against his shoulder - then an strange, hollow throbbing, staring transfixed at Nothing There, dimly aware of his left arm in the corner of his vision]