Suddenly a shriek of pain pierced the silence. Pfc Honeysett was waving his hand frantically his index finger smoking as the alien blood rapidly ate through his thick glove and bit into his skin.
In mere moments his fingertip was striped clean of all flesh and a white pierce of bone stuck out of his ragged smoking glove finger.
James spun as the first shriek peeled itself from Jacob's lips, pulse rifle ready. When he saw Pfc. Honeysett waving his hand in the air, he shook his head realize what the man had done. He raced back up the portal to where Honeysett was dancing his little jig. With the finger still pointing out from the rest of his hand James quickly pressed the arm to the wall with his left hand and swung the tomohawk with his right aiming for the portion of the finger not pouring out smoke.