Severs her arm

She caught an I-beam in the crook of her elbow, dangling over the building’s metal skeleton while the broken-off spines pumped her other arm full of venom—worse venom than before, blowing through her veins like wildfire.
It was melting her arm.
Before, the poison had slowed her. This one bubbled her flesh inward in bloody honeycomb clusters. Cinching a razor-thin thread from her kanaf just below the shoulder, she bit and pulled the line taut with her teeth, slicing off the offending limb. It thumped onto the platform below and she stitched the stump closed.


Chapter 17, Page 267-268