Doe frowned, he would have raised a hand to his mouth and pantomimed a yawn, if he had time, but the lop-eared assailant flew at him with impressive zeal. Casually tossing Jane’s head behind its shoulder, the charred body readied itself to meet the assailant. “Is now really the time to be shadow boxing?” The rabbimpanzee collided with Doe’s charred body, intent and flesh exploding outward into cloying smoke and a lance of obsidian that embedded itself in the creature’s shoulder. The pressure wave slammed into the wall at almost the same time, rebounding off of it and scattering the cloying smoke further. 

The wave of air pressure left mangled and broken cultists in its wake, tossing Jane’s head along like so many dead or dying pigeons. Rather then let them go to waste, the head opened its mouth, unhinging the jaw like a snake and devouring whatever birds it could reach, before using an oversized tongue to pull itself toward a cultist’s corpse. Her tongue shot out like a spike, embedding itself in the throat of the corpse, dragging itself toward the body. The corpse jittered, as a wave of intent swirled into it, causing it to stand up. Jane’s head looked at the cultist she was joined at the neck with, life slowly came back into his eyes as he regained consciousness. The cultist screamed, but his form continued to shift, and before long he lacked the physiology to do so; shortly after that his soul was devoured by Doe, but he never stopped screaming. 

Jane looked at the second head on her body, its form began to settle, a face that could have been her brother’s looked back at her. She slapped him awake, “John, focus up, where is Ziinzi?”

He looked at her and pointed with his chin toward the skylight they had smashed into the ceiling. 

“Good boy.”  The club was filled with smoke by this point, getting thicker as time went on, it smelled vaguely of copal. The two-headed duo dashed toward their rabbimpanzee, intent coalescing around them as they moved. Doe closed the distance, not acting until the chimp did first, swinging both of its massive fists downward. The elastic bands of muscle that were holding them together relaxed, and Doe split into three pieces. John’s head rocketed off the body, hydraulic force propelling it and the spine into the rafters. The legs launched a straight kick, also propelled by the same elastic energy. The Apex would have to finish its strike, or be launched across the room by the force. Jane’s spinal cord ended at the shoulders, her arms distending on either side, hands reaching for the obsidian she had speared the beast with.

The Apex brought its fists down, turning the legs to paste. It let out a hoot and elbowed Jane in the head, but it was too late. The intent that had been gathering in her body dispersed as her left index finger touched the piece of obsidian. The stone jittered and shifted, its shape distorting much like the way Doe’s own form could. Intent bloomed, and the obsidian expanded into an inky black disc, bisecting the rabimpanzee diagonally at the shoulder as it did. Jane swung her arms as she reeled from the Apex’s blow, righting her momentum as she was sent soaring through the air. The skin on her head and shoulders crawled until a torso formed, and then legs, which planted themselves firmly on the ground. She took a few steps toward Kiran, ensuring her face and his looked the exact same, “Splitting into two is kind of [b]my[/b] bag, but I guess its true what they say about imitation.” She pretended to examine her nails, "Tell you what, i'm feeling generous this morning. The MegaCorps want something from your workshop, give it to me, and I'll let you off with a warning."

The Apex reproduced again, two smaller versions of itself appearing on either side of the obsidian disc. The first Apex looked at Jane and Kiran before confusedly realizing if it looked in the opposite direction, it could still see Jane and Kiran. The lustrous black stone perfectly reflected the duo, and the four Apexes, resulting in what appeared, at a glance, to be two J-3s, four Kirans, eight Apexes, and enough copal-scented smoke that it was hard to see and breath. 

John, for his part, slithered into the ceiling, devouring pigeons as he made his way to the bear pelt. Then the work began, churning out homunculi, moving to another point in the ceiling, before creating another homonculus, rinse and repeat, ad nauseum. Jane always took the more glamorous work, it would have been upsetting if John wasn’t so impossibly handsome and humble.