The little man picks up the chain from the ghoul. The rest of the ghouls look around and realize that some serious stuff is about to go down.

"Well done boys. Seems we're the only ones here competent enough to deal some damage, see? Myar," He speaks with a mafia 1940's accent. He hands the chain to another ghoul and takes out his club. "Crappy club," he says to himself.

"Say, gimme your pocket knife, see? Myar," The ghoul hands him his pocket knife, at which he violently shoves the knife into the club, handle first. Now there is a small blade sticking out of his club. One ghoul looks at him, confused.

"Better than nothin'" The little man says in reply.

"Anyway, follow that Godmodder!" The ghouls move out with the same attack pattern as before, this time happening all at once to prevent the godmodder from escaping, and the little man participating.