[They're not desperately fighting a giant robot Soldier while both injured to the point of incapacitation, at least.]

I think so. There was some sort of... crystal mosquito.

[Like regular mosquitos aren't already Satan. Spy takes a step forward and grimaces. This is very, very uncomfortable. He has to reach back and physically pull his leg forward.]

Hm. If you can just offer an arm -

[He tries to move his right leg. It doesn't go. He looks down and tries to move, and his knee just shakes. He's not falling over just yet, but he looks like he's about to.]

...Well. That's looking likely, laborer, because it's spreading.