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Oh yes it had them. More than one, in fact. Swirling around in some kind of viscous fluid. The neural network which connected those multiple brains floated around inside of a sticky brain sap. All that was contained within its meaty body. Owen could feel that network, following it like a map. He didn't know if he had the power to fight against so many at once but he had to at least try.

The building seemed to melt away in a fashion that surprised even Owen. Had it been like this too when Punch used that power? He couldn't remember, or find those memories, but somehow this felt right and natural. Five they were, like wraiths, but mindless and without a given purpose.

Each had its own features and its own face but those had been cut away at some point. Like they had lost their sense of self when they were stitched together all in pieces. Of course that would make it so much harder to take advantage of their human flaws. Because they had already lost it. That human side of these creatures, of these now errant brains, had been cut out and cast aside before anything else.

It was the only way that mixture of bodies and brains could function when put back together in such a way.

"Five against one, is it?" Owen said, feeling a sense of unease.

Then, at once, Owen realized he wasn't fighting alone. There was a small part of him that had kept Punch alive. And that part of Punch had brought a part of Owen with him. They were shadows at his back, almost like a cloak that he wore, but he could feel those two here with him. A mental spike formed along his side, a solid image to give to his intent. Owen smiled and he didn't really feel so alone. The part of Punch, who had always hated and feared being left alone, somehow appreciated that. And Owen felt himself absorbing that same relief and content relaxation. With his friends at his side... he would make it through this.

Those five wraiths had nothing against that. They were tortured souls whose only wish was to die and be put out of their misery. He began to impale them, one by one, striking them down, drawing the strength out of that monster. Whether he was a young man who had failed to achieve his dreams, or the veteran hero that had finally found rest, or if he was just a bitter man who had been betrayed and ceased to even long for anything... none of that mattered anymore. All he could do was grant their wish.

As Owen stood there facing down the monster, glowing red orbs began to light up inside of its form. Those seemed to signify where those brains where housed. And some of them shuddered and popped. One after a few moments, then the other a bit longer. Yet, as strong as Owen was, it was difficult for him to combat those forces and the strain was showing.

Even in his mental space, where he couldn't sense that his strength was failing, Zephyr could clearly sense that something was wrong. Owen's body had begun to shake and his form was crumbling. It wouldn't be long before Owen fell. And when that happened the badly damaged monster was likely to begin rampaging.

Zephyr thought, however, in that instant, that maybe he could make the shot. He drew his bow and thought about the twisted mountain of flesh. The folds and the cracks, the way the different parts were melded together, and how those hidden valleys contained small and secret ways inside to the deepest part of the monster. Those glowing red beacons were symbols for him. Like small lighthouses that showed him where to shoot.

Though the gap was narrow and the target was small... Zephyr had the unique combination of strong eyes and his own small nature that allowed him to freely make attacks into those narrow gaps. And so, as Enoch held the attention of the enemy, and Owen began to battle it in ways that Zeph couldn't understand, Zeph found the courage to stand up and fight again.
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