Clark sighed with relief when the creature turned to dust. "Good riddance," he mumbled under his breath. He couldn't think of a worse time to lose his powers. Well, he probably could, but didn't want to.
He looked at his arm, wincing at it.. he wasn't used to feeling things like that. And he'd been mortal at least three times in his life. It was a good-sized double puncture wound.
"Err.. yeah, I guess. I'm a lot faster, too. But.. I don't know, must be tired." He usually had no problem. "Look, is there a place we can go? Like.. the Hyperion Hotel? I hear there's helpful people there." Plus, he needed to take care of his arm before it got infected.