At some point, right around when that animal skull situates itself atop the writhing, horrible, giant, scrumbled-together monstrosity made of mangled bits from the guys he'd torn apart, Ben's attitude shifts. A point of absurdity has been reached, and his horror ticks over into almost-amused outrage. Everything is going so badly that it's comical, and also, he is very, very angry.
"Aww, you gotta be fucking kidding me with this -"
He helps Kieran to sit on the ground; he needs to put a little distance between them if he's going to take out this final-form monster bullshit, but he doesn't trust Kieran's legs to hold him. Princess Thug is there, at least, sticking by the injured man's side. As Ben gets him settled he says:
"He's - doing some weird shit. Just stay here, okay, Kieran? Please. I need you to stay here, and don't move, and don't panic, and I'll fix this."
Apparently he has to fix it because this healer that Pratt called? KIND OF BUSTED. Sure, Kieran's eyes are back and the bleeding has stopped, and that's great. But Ben's ears are ringing with Kieran's agonized cries about still not being able to see, and clearly whatever magic Carlisle had used to get him this far is some bad fucking business. Ben's not really sure if Carlisle's extended hand is him trying to stop this huge Frankenzombie from forming - in which case he's doing a bad job of it - or whether he's gone completely dark side and he is summoning it intentionally. That's a bridge he'll have to cross in a few minutes.
Either way, this is a mess and he's going to have to clean it up by himself, before he gets Kieran to the med bay, where maybe he ought to have just taken him in the first place.
"Pratt, stand back-!"
It's all the warning he has time to give. Ben is still aching from using his powers earlier, but it's so easy to open the portal when he is this full of adrenaline, this angry. He runs a few paces to the side, so that he can draw the monster away from the cluster of people - Kieran and Pratt and Carlisle alike. Ben bellows as he opens the portal, and this time, the shrieks of the creatures on the other side are particularly loud and wrenching and monstrous.
The tentacles are less frenzied in their attack, this time. This beast is bigger than those men were, and it requires more concentration from Ben to grapple with it. But those tentacles are sinewy and almost impossibly strong. After some struggling, one of them whips down low, unbalancing the huge bone creature, and once it is on the ground, the tentacles begin to pulverize at it.
But evidently, things aren't going to go that easily. Because no sooner has Ben beaten the everloving shit out of it than the thing is re-forming in an entirely different shape, this one much more lopsided, lower to the ground. Harder to knock over. It's a clever move, but Ben fights through the pain and this time, the tentacles are twisting, looping around the middle of the creature and wringing it like a wet rag.
It goes on like this - Ben attacking, the creature reforming. But at least there is some progress - many of the bones are pulverized enough that they are not useful in the reconstructions, and so it is getting smaller and smaller with each reformation. Which is good, because Ben can feel himself tiring, a trickle of sweat running down the back of his neck. The pain in his core has been building and building, and he doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up. He feels woozy, nauseous. But Kieran is back there, and Pratt, and even that mage guy doesn't deserve to die probably. He has to keep this up. Has to protect them.
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"Aww, you gotta be fucking kidding me with this -"
He helps Kieran to sit on the ground; he needs to put a little distance between them if he's going to take out this final-form monster bullshit, but he doesn't trust Kieran's legs to hold him. Princess Thug is there, at least, sticking by the injured man's side. As Ben gets him settled he says:
"He's - doing some weird shit. Just stay here, okay, Kieran? Please. I need you to stay here, and don't move, and don't panic, and I'll fix this."
Apparently he has to fix it because this healer that Pratt called? KIND OF BUSTED. Sure, Kieran's eyes are back and the bleeding has stopped, and that's great. But Ben's ears are ringing with Kieran's agonized cries about still not being able to see, and clearly whatever magic Carlisle had used to get him this far is some bad fucking business. Ben's not really sure if Carlisle's extended hand is him trying to stop this huge Frankenzombie from forming - in which case he's doing a bad job of it - or whether he's gone completely dark side and he is summoning it intentionally. That's a bridge he'll have to cross in a few minutes.
Either way, this is a mess and he's going to have to clean it up by himself, before he gets Kieran to the med bay, where maybe he ought to have just taken him in the first place.
"Pratt, stand back-!"
It's all the warning he has time to give. Ben is still aching from using his powers earlier, but it's so easy to open the portal when he is this full of adrenaline, this angry. He runs a few paces to the side, so that he can draw the monster away from the cluster of people - Kieran and Pratt and Carlisle alike. Ben bellows as he opens the portal, and this time, the shrieks of the creatures on the other side are particularly loud and wrenching and monstrous.
The tentacles are less frenzied in their attack, this time. This beast is bigger than those men were, and it requires more concentration from Ben to grapple with it. But those tentacles are sinewy and almost impossibly strong. After some struggling, one of them whips down low, unbalancing the huge bone creature, and once it is on the ground, the tentacles begin to pulverize at it.
But evidently, things aren't going to go that easily. Because no sooner has Ben beaten the everloving shit out of it than the thing is re-forming in an entirely different shape, this one much more lopsided, lower to the ground. Harder to knock over. It's a clever move, but Ben fights through the pain and this time, the tentacles are twisting, looping around the middle of the creature and wringing it like a wet rag.
It goes on like this - Ben attacking, the creature reforming. But at least there is some progress - many of the bones are pulverized enough that they are not useful in the reconstructions, and so it is getting smaller and smaller with each reformation. Which is good, because Ben can feel himself tiring, a trickle of sweat running down the back of his neck. The pain in his core has been building and building, and he doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up. He feels woozy, nauseous. But Kieran is back there, and Pratt, and even that mage guy doesn't deserve to die probably. He has to keep this up. Has to protect them.