[h1][b]Rafael[/b][/h1]

Rafael's search was short lived as he tore the organs out. The beasts bulk fell back, since most of its weight was on its spine. Smoke poured from its mouth, along with the other ones in the vicinity. "Well that was anti-climactic." He muttered as the blood on his hands soaked in, leaving no trace. While the others were distracted with the box dull cracking sounds came from his body. His torso split open revealing a massive maw of razor sharp teeth. In went the heart and lungs of the Linebacker. A dull thump and his body was closed once more, leaving not a single seam or evidence his body could do it.

Rolling his shoulders he went over to the chest just as Mable sprang from it with a gasp and thwack of her hair. Apparently it could hold more than its physical form let on. "Dimensional box, box of holding, various names for a single function." He said, the girls name for it didn't really roll off the tongue very well. Not that he had one. She asked if the Linebackers were edible, which got him to shrug. "We're sure if you lot can make a fire they'll be edible. If it's meat we can eat it, our mutation won't allow for any other disease or illness to infiltrate our body." He said with a shrug.

At the mention of the bleachers he gave them a once over before he got up close. It didn't take him long to find the bolts holding them together. His fingers changed shape and he started disassembling the metal contraption. No point ripping it apart if there's an easy way of doing things. It seemed he was all about conserving energy.