Phaedrus could feel his own vitals fading. It wasn't a surprising revelation, simply a frank fact presented to his subconscious. With a last surge of strength, he unwraps his legs from around the man and kicks him square in the chest, knocking him off his body. He drops the hilt of his sword, and rips the bloody machete from his body. He had no weapons, and using too much TK would surely sap what little reserves of strength that he had, which left one option: brute melee force. He rushes over to Wilson, using a small amount of TK to rip the shotgun away from him, and kicks him in the stomach where his sword impaled him, knocking him to the floor. Phaedrus puts his knees on his biceps to pin the man, and then repeatedly smashes the man in the mask with his metal fist, ignoring the pain the Tesla shielding is inflicting on his body. (One or two more posts, and he'll be unconscious)