[ That answer offers him enough insight, as does her labored breathing and overall appearance; thus, he reaches for another few pins that are stuck through his clothes and into his skin, extracting them from his body without so much of a flinch. ]

In that case, this should take care of it.

[ He flings the needles towards the flaming beast, each one hitting their marks in the soft, fleshy parts of the creature's eye sockets. The added punctures seem to only worsen the transformation effect of the existing needle, bones beginning to protrude at odd angles from every part of its skull, and even at parts of its spine.

With a great thud, it falls over onto its side, immobilized from the pain and no doubt some part of induced paralysis— the added damage from its burns makes it easier to incapacitate it, and eventually, it stops moving aside from the occasional twitch of one of its claws. ]

... It isn't dead, but it shouldn't move anymore. [ Which is good enough for their sakes, in his opinion. ] That power comes from life energy?

[ He asks, mostly out of the blue and absentmindedly curious, apparently not concerned with the beast anymore (or cleaning it up, for that matter.) ]