It was from eighteen inches deep in the spine of one of … Er… Rat-One’s???? Pursuers that J-3 watched the proceedings of the two… Ratmen. Or one, now, as the other Rat died.

Well… That was catharsis by proxy? Right? Maybe? 

No, no not at all. J-3 didn’t really want Rat to die, per se.

Focus. Focus; and move! J-3 twitched into the air again as rat shrieked new directions. They trusted that the blonde would follow without too much question. They also watched as the blades of [MANA-LESS] metal floated around Rat, cleaving limbs and two heads off threshers too close.

 J-3 focused elsewhere, rolling in on themselves until their legs skewered through a Thresher that lunged for the running Rat.
Bone and venom both found purchase. The creature— larger in size than J-3 by leagues, twitched once or twice as nerves tried to fire-and-connect.
The spine, however, was forcibly damaged. Four points of hardened bone had snapped through cartilage, muscle, and sinew. Nerves no longer connected by any means fired endlessly, and yet could no longer touch what was necessary.

The Polymorph leapt again, [WEAVING] invisibly as a [WATER-SPOUT] formed by the tip of their tail. 
A sweeping beam of extraordinarily compressed water lanced forth. Limbs were neatly severed, or horrifically mangled, as the brine ruined flesh and stone and bone equally.

They looked up to check on their blonde companion. They flashed towards Rat in the same moment, concern(????!!) bubbling in their monstrous chest.