The back of the Nape was shattered, for some reason his quick-thinking shift hadn't fully formed the usual Bone-like texture that he called Nape-Armour. It left him open, vulnerable to extraction. If, for whatever reason, the Survey were using her once again to look for the very beast he was, then he'd be left in a deadly position for apprehensive actions. The swords dug deep down into the naked nape, slowly tearing skin and muscle until Grant had felt a prod on his shoulder, there was a searing pain. He was still in a black visual state, not being able to see, only hear what is going on. The beast was dead, she had dug into the vital point of survivability and killed the danger lurking within the world. Grant could feel the Sword, digging into his own Human-shoulder. She wasn't obviously used to cutting other people out of napes, and so his size contradicted her expert knowledge on the Titans themselves. He flinched as sunlight hit his back, his eyes slowly fluttering awake. His shoulder flourished blood out of the Beast's deceased opening and spluttered it all over the attacker...Grant was exposed...Shit...