The pain does not begin right away. He looks at the behemoth and feels an adrenaline rush that doesn't quite allow his mind to get a handle on what has just happened.
He sees the creature transform back into the three priests. They look at him as people look at small children who have scraped a knee.
Oh dear, says Laurence. I see we have a new committee member. Here -- let me do that up for you... The priest undoes the sash of his cassock (which, strangely, has now reappeared on his person, completely intact -- and there is no evidence on any of the priests that they had been transformed into a monster made of solid, craggy rock material) and wraps it around the stump which by now is coursing with bright red arterial blood.
He has gone into shock.
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