Takes more than that to kill me. [Fine, you want a little show, Tyki's going to have a few black tendrils of dark matter creep up his neck to wrap around it and seal over his neck to clot the wound.
And he just pats his pockets for a cigarette, because there's nothing better than a smoke with the taste of blood in your mouth - he offers the pack to Spike. Figuring he might appreciate the same idea.]