Crae Yanks On Nite's arm as hard as he can, intending to tear the bones off at the shoulder. He throws the arm (if succesful) followed by Nite's sword toward the far wall.
Go get it Boy!
He shouts enthusiastically. Then he looks at his own hands, and his boiling flesh in general.
Yeah, this probably hurts about as bad as it looks.
And then he gets most of his remaining skin torn off.
That too.
Luckily for him, he had stopped holding on to the energy before Grace tore at it, and she may find the purposless energy flying towards her, some in larger chunks than others, followed by a very large black fist.