First time ever I've been cut up with razors and knives, and this happened repeatedly. It didn't hurt very bad but I was unable to not freak out and try to get away whenever it happened.
This is the second time in as many nights that I can remember being in a state of flight from people who want to hurt me for hours and hours and hours-- last night, though, I wasn't quite as good at getting away from them. I received multiple cuts all over my arms and chest. Didn't die, though, and always managed to elude my attackers eventually, although it always turned out to be a momentary escape.