Lina's jaw dropped. "How can you act [i]normal[/i] at a time like this!?"

[i]...Or, well, normal[b]ish[/b].[/i]

As Lina yelled, the hands seemed to not mind the bottle as much as they started to grab Chester by the shirt, as if to pull him along. Reaching down, Lina hopped up, sword flashing, chopping through a few of the arms, which left behind black flecks that seemed to fade into the air. The faces moaned, but the hands did not reform.

Swiping again, cutting the rest of the hands that were on Chester, Lina grinned. "They aren't that bad at all!" Pulling her hand down, she thrust up, stabbing one of the faces square in its forehead. This time the black flecks were joined by specks of wood, Lina's blade stuck in the ceiling.

The black mass writhed, more arms sprouting as they started to form on the walls. "IT HUUUURTS."

Lina screamed as they grabbed at her sword, which she couldn't remove from the wood.