Somehow with the head gone the body continues to move, and so Kahlil is too distracted this time to observe Lucifer. He gives a sharp kick to the kneecap to the sound of a sickening crunch as the leg bends the wrong direction. Another kick sends it back into the water on its back.

He watches for a moment as it struggles there, headless, his own stomach churning acid. Quickly, he smashes the other kneecap, then the joints at the shoulders, hoping at least that if it continues moving it won't actually be able to get anywhere. He's quick and efficient, and in the setting sun it might be more difficult to tell how he's gone a little pale.

He turns to see Lucifer carelessly handling a severed limb, then suddenly remembers the other body -

The man gives a wretched cough, putrid lake water spilling from his lungs. Alive, then. Kahlil ducks to the man's side, but before he can get in a are you alright? he's already babbling.

"Gods, oh gods - what was that? Are they dead? Thank you, thank you -"

The stranger is on his knees, grabbing and shaking Kahlil by the shoulders first before crawling over to Lucifer, either not having noticed the limb in his hand or not caring, it's difficult to tell - either way he grips Lucifer's leg tightly, sobbing.

The stench of liquor is barely noticeable with all the other smells going on...