Ancient behemoths? Sure. Bizarre monsters made of dark energy? Yeah, he'd seen those, too. But a dead, twisted, halfway-to-rotting, how-the-heck-is-it-still-standing abomination that didn't live next door and drink coffee?

That was a little bit frightening. Red was left nearly vaulting out of its path before he could yank that sword off of his belt; at least he had a tank's foresight to place himself between the beast and Madhuri as it began turning, that baleful gaze soon fixing on him.

He really, really hoped that Rotty was joking about that whole 'eating brains' thing... or at least that he wouldn't have to give any more thought to that right now.

"Where do I even hit it?! It's already dead!!"