Phasma heard the approach and there might have been - should have been - time to react, to step out of the way, dodge it, turn, gain the upper hand again. But she knew what this illness was progressing into and she was going to die in this place anyway. Best to make it quick. Better she didn't see who was coming up behind her. Everything in her wanted to scream and fight and tear its way free like a cornered animal but there was a weight that would not let her move. So be it. And if her last thought was the rolling, acidic, metallic bite of fear, then so be it too. Stars, it was almost a relief.
Her knees went out from under her first as the blade severed her spine, a last moment's awareness but she felt... nothing. Oh, there was pain, it seared through her like the hottest blast she had ever felt but her brain refused it all the same. She just dropped, still watching the shadows dance and stretch as the voices around her faded to nothing, then the flickering lights slowed and dimmed and faded as well.