He pulls out the knife, and chucks it, severing several of Martin's lower leg muscles, and slicing open the back of his knee, sending him hurling to the ground in agony. He then appears over Martin, eyes glowing red, a massive scythe at Martin's throat. [i]"Just. Shut. Up."[/i] He's clutching his side, where the knife stabbed him, but his own glowing blade begins cutting into Martin's neck. "I haven't lived here in over a hundred years." He steps on Martins chest, and Martian can feel his ribs threatening to crack.