Odin sent out one of his whips for Glen. Its metal tip missed him, punching into the flesh of the tree behind him. Glen lashed out with a tuft of hair, which Odin deflected with his second whip. He sent out another tuft of hair, clubbing the villain across the jaw. More tufts simultaneously balled into fists and punched Odin about the body.
“I’ve got more whips than you,” said Glen.
Odin grinned and feebly lashed at Glen’s head. Glen caught hold of the whip. His body tingled then burned in agony from countless nerve endings.
“But I can electrify mine,” said Odin.
Glen sank to one knee, gritting his teeth. “But I’ve got fleas.”
Glowing fleas streamed from his beard, and lingered close to Odin. He began to itch and slap wildly, even to the point of dropping his whips. Seizing the opportunity, a tuft of hair grew from Glen’s scalp, and reared itself, before descending as a balled fist. Odin’s eyes rolled upward as it struck, before falling face forward.
Pat struggled to think quick enough to combat Multibeast. Whenever the villain turned into another animal, Pat imagined something defensive, depriving him of a chance to retaliate.
Multibeast hovered above him as a griffin. Pat ran, imagining a trampoline. He bounded high enough to face the fiend; a samurai sword appearing in his hand, ready to slash.
The griffin instantly became a winged porcupine and spat a hail of quills at him. Pat barely produced a shield in time before dropping to the ground. Instead of seeking out Multibeast’s next attack and defending accordingly, Pat surrounded himself in mech warrior armour. His twin ack ack guns pounded at the the flying porcupine.
Mulitbeast balled into a metallic armadillo, deflecting a few of the rounds as it dropped to the ground. Now beneath the guns, Pat looked down as Multibeast stampeded toward him as a rhinoceros. It buckled the metal legs of the mech armour, toppling it with Pat inside. Before he could rise, Multibeast became human with gibbon arms, flinging Pat aside.
He grunted and rolled, groggily rising to his feet. Multibeast bunched a hairy fist and launched his gibbon arm. Pat instantly wore metal gauntlets and caught hold of the fist, beginning to squeeze. Multibeast yelped launching his other arm. It elongated as it moved, becoming a reptilian arm and fist, clubbing him back a step. The other arm tore itself free and struck like a fisted snake, coiling Pat’s ankles and tearing him from his feet.
In a daze, he looked up as the first reptilian fist reared to finish him. Tufts of hair tore Multibeast from the ground and pinned him to a tree where they looped around him like coils of rope. Two more tufts clubbed him twice, rendering Mutlibeast unconscious.
“Thanks, Glen,” said Pat.
Glen gave a conciliatory nod as Ryan lent an arm to lift Pat from the ground.
“Where’s Mick?” said Pat.
“The last I saw him, he was headed for that building,” said Glen, pointing.
“We’ve got to help him,” said Ryan. “He hasn’t got a hope against Shotgun. Have you two got injuries I can heal?”
“We’ll worry about that later. We’ve got to get going,” Pat said, breaking into a run.