Sprinting forwards Spooky releases a snarl before blasting through and dismembering each of the horrific amalgams before lunging towards the frail seeming old man, the werecastyr weaving at the last minute before Silent Jack's face looms at him from the side, one of his hands pulling a drawstring attached to his back while the other holds a sewing needle as long as a chopstick engraved with magic. Dodging from the old man the werecastyr growls in pain as he feels a shot slide through his back, looking down to see a needle pulling back through his body as he's thrown to the side.