The pain of the knife blade dragging down his arm, from elbow to wrist, is searing. Landis opens his mouth to scream, but inhales a mouthful of dirt instead as Gen kneels on his back, putting her whole weight on him to keep him down. He can still just barely hear Otter struggling - how are the witches holding him back? He’s bigger than almost all of them by at least a foot, but maybe some kind of spell -
well. this is probably not fine