Under the lone lit streetlight nearby.

Illuminated by the streetlight -- 'She' was there.

"I will...... let thee save me"

[...]

Staring at me was the only thing 'She' could do.

......No.

Even if 'She' wasn't beat, even if 'She' wasn't slumping -- 'She' couldn't lay a hand on me, just stare.

To begin with, 'She' had no hands to lay on.

The right arm was -- plucked out at the elbow.

The left arm was -- plucked out at the root of the shoulder.

"............!!"

And that's not all.

Even the bottom half was in the same situation.

Right leg -- amputated at the knee.

Left leg -- amputated at the root of the thigh.

No, the right leg has a particular sharp cut section -- the section is very clear. It doesn't seem nastily plucked out like the other wounds on the right arm, left arm and left leg.
However.

The state of the sections is in this case irrelevant.

In other words, 'She' has no limbs left.

(Kizumonogatari, ch. 3)