What the fuck is a civilian.

"Get to the inn, the basement is the best shelter I can -" the thing isn't dead; it smashes down with a hand even as it's coming apart and the small person -

- is on its neck, ripping into its astral skull with those claws. "Move! Guide anyone you can on the way, I'll cover!"

Rather more human blood drips onto the star-thing while it flails in agony.