[PM kneels over him, pinning him to the ground, just in case. Her knee rests against his stomach while her one of her hands holds down the stub of his missing arm. She'd use both hands, but the other one is clutching at her stomach where the hilt made a rather uncomfortable dent. Despite the pain and the slightest seeping of blood and her voice is a tad strained, she's none the worse for the wear.]