OOC: ...
That was a horrible use of that phrase, but whatever.

Seven looked at from the body that Strazta seemed to be defiling, when he heard a resounding crunch. He looked around to see the white-haired man, limp and lifeless, in a crumpled heap on the ground. It looked as if he was torn apart and put back together by a group of children. The unpleasant sight brought with it the stench of charcoal, wading through the air. 'Oh. One of us is already down.' Seven clenched his teeth. 'Shit.' He power-walked over to the body and inspected the area, darting his eyes around, fully on guard. He'd be able to hear the heartbeat of a rabbit. 'Sorry about that, sir. I'll make sure no one else dies. Not under my watch.'

"Honestly, I would think they would make them a lot less flimsy then this," complained Zoe squatting over the crumpled corpse. With one careless kick, she flipped the body over and traced over it with her knife.
"What a waste...don't these monsters have any sense of fun?"

Frost was surprised at the sudden death. Joining Zoe in examining the corpse, he was a bit perplexed by the matter.
He was crumpled like a F grade history paper, his bones turned into powder. Some blood trickled out of the area near his mouth.
There was no logical way this man died. It had to be supernatural. And dealing with these type of cases, Frost was not surprised.
He stood back up and stared at his torch, still lit and burning.

Zach sniffed, the smell of charcoal hurt his nose and he rubbed it irritated. He looked over to where Karl's body came from and looked to mourn the body for a moment. He wondered what the man was truly like but he had to worry about himself not joining him as he looked back up to look upon the size of the force that was approaching them. He could see its life force... well the unholiness of its life force as it radiated off the thing like its stench. He however couldn't make out the beast's form, it was moving about too much. All he could tell was that it was like a sun, a mass with tentacles writhing about. He quickly dashed over to Chell and whispered, "Can you project for me? The beast has long tentacles for weapons, we need to back out of its reach."

Vitaliy stared at the others near the body in mild disbelief. After all, they were apparently not the most stable individuals.

Flipping both revolvers out of his coat sleeves, Vitaliy turned towards the direction of the dead body while at the same time glancing around rapidly to find whatever killed the man. Taking a few slow steps towards the others not crazy enough to go near the dead body, he decided to rely on them somewhat during the action that would possibly be starting up in just a small moment. The numbed pain in his leg became apparent again, so he chose to tough it out for the time being. Having a nasty scar from erratic movements was certainly better than losing his head. Fingers hovering closely over the trigger of each gun, he prepared himself to shoot at whatever came at him. Being the next jolly fellow to be crushed into thin glue was most definitely not on the top of his priority list.

Wasting no more time than he needed to ensure his own safety, Vitaliy quickly shouted over towards the individuals next to the dead man, "Get the h#ll away from the body... do you people even realize he was just killed by something?! I don't know if you have some sort of religion stating you need to MAIM dead people or stare at them until your soul is satisfied, but lay whatever reason it is off for now and please shuffle away from the death zone!"

Frost suddenly felt something snaking around his waist. When he looked down he saw nothing but a thin shimmering squirming around his body. Suddenly the force gripped him tightly and he was lifted into the air.

Seven slowly moved backwards, trying to catch a glimpse of anything, when suddenly, one of the men was jerked upwards. 'Uh, shit!' Seven jumped backwards and ended up beside a guy with two revolvers.
'Shoot something!' Seven screamed, not sure himself what was happening. He looked up at the man in the air, and noticed a depression near his waist. Something that seemed like a belt, or a worm constricting around him, but invisible. 'Except for the guy. Don't shoot him.' He added as an afterthought.

"That's right, nobody listen to the common soldier." Gaius sighed in aggravated distress. "Let's go kill the thing we can't freaking see. Hey, pyromaniac, try lighting this thing up." He jogged up to the shimmering air, making sure to avoid any gun toting, trigger happy individuals, and began slashing haphazardly at the air in front of him. He slowly began increasing the speed and control of his blows after a couple of swings.

"Don't shoot him." NO SH#T SHERLOCK!

Facial expression a mixture of mild amusement and genuine worry, Vitaliy pulled both his guns up to aim carefully towards what he thought was some sort of invisible arm holding on to the man in the air. Of course, this worry was just towards losing the only people he figured had his back in the crazy war-ridden reality they had all jumped into... at least that's how Vitaliy thought of it in his mind.

Tracing Frost's movements through the air, Vitaliy got a feel for the momentum behind whatever was holding the man to a decent extent. Making absolute certain he was firing away from the space the guy was being thrown around through the air so he wouldn't hit him on accident, Vitaliy fired 7 explosive bullets towards whatever was holding the man, hoping it was an appendage of some sort. Bullet lines forming in his mind between each shot, he made sure to adjust his aim slightly during his continuous fire to the movements of the man being held to keep up his accuracy as much as he could. With any luck he could land a solid hit on the "thing" or whatever it was and free the subject crazy man in peril.

Why am I even trying to help this guy... heck... I bet when I DIE here I'm going to be picked at like some rag doll as well... I already have someone I'm working for who is unhealthily addicted to action... even more than I am... It's not even worth it staying around these people! WHAT AM I DOING?!

Obviously feeling a bit conflicted, Vitaliy stayed focused on his marksmanship before slowly adding some more distance between himself and the giant invisible "thing" attacking the group with a few more practiced hobbling steps.

"Ha haaa!" squealed Zoe as Frost flew into the air, "Finally some excitement!"
Zoe slashed the air in front of her a few times as she stood up. Hopefully hitting something, anything would've been better than just hanging around corpses.

Kegin watched as the man was crushed by some kind of invisable force. He looked around to see if he could figure out what was happening. He then watched as another man was lifted into the air like the one who just died. He acted on impulse ripping the chain off his pic. He threw it wrapping it around frost yelling

"hold on friend"

He began to pull and tug on the chain trying to rip the man free of whatever was lifting him.

"Never mind too late for that." Zachary whispered, he couldn't talk loudly, just being able to whisper was straining his throat. He directed Chell, "Aim to the right of the man's hip. You should be able to hit one of the coils and hopefully loosen its grip. Do it before he gets drawn and halved by the chain and tentacle."

Chell was giving Karl the back. She noticed the events only after his body hit the floor. She stared at the corpse in horror: who could have done such a thing? As people piled on around Karl's deformed body, she took her rifle off her shoulder and put its kick down, holding it in front of her leg.

"May he rest in peace." she gently whispered. She kept her head tilted downwards for a second, popping it back up after hearing what Zach had whispered to her. She was about to turn around and walk further back alongside Zach when something began attacking another member of the fellowship, lifting him in the air. Chell instantly snapped her rifle up, aiming down towards the man. Panic was insueing across the fellowship, as everybody was attacking randomly. Chell herself fired a shot, but it had clearly not hit anything. After Zach gave her the intructions, a grin grew on her face. After a quick snap of the breech, she swiftly adjusted her aim and fired two rounds in rapid succession. As she was reloading between shots, she noticed that Straz wasn't far from her.

"Sir! Right Side! Hip!" she shouted to him.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as Frost felt himself being lift up. Maybe he was going to suffer the same fate.
Keeping calm, he began to swing his torch around, trying to catch the unknown force, if this was his hand.
Struggling to keep himself alive was one of his specialties. He didn't want his whip to be dirtied by his blood anyway.
The miner's chain was working effectively, but Frost doubted a single chain could free him. It might actually do more harm then good.
"Curious, all these people I don't know are trying to free me... If I get out of this alive, I'll owe them all a favor."

Purple blood splashed out of seemingly nothingness. A horrible roar ripped through the air as Chell's bullets pierced whatever was holding up Frost. Suddenly the pressure around the man was released and he was dropped back to the ground. Zoe slashed in front of her, hitting nothing but air as she steadily cut forward. Before long she felt her knife digging through flesh, purple blood oozing out of the wound she carved.

Vitaliy managed to land a single shot into the beast's tentacle, the one that was wrapped around Frost. The purple blood oozed out of the hole.

A horrible beast flickered in and out of visibility, the group suddenly being able to see it before it flipped back to invisibility. As soon as they lay eyes upon the monster they could feel their sanity draining, as if the knowledge that a beast such as this exists alone was enough to mentally scar them.

The monster was a large lump of flesh with tentacles protruding from all sides. Several of the tentacles ended in monstrous mouths. The wound Zoe had carved in the beast's sack-ish body had already closed.