Deacon's blows met soft flesh...soft but unyielding like a jello mold. He rained them down but it seemed only to make the creature angry. That at least served to draw it attention. He saw Scott scuttle under a table and thought<em>DAMN on my own.</em>He drew back, dodge like mad. He had speant time in a Chinese circus, and had learned both martial arts and tumbling. Both served him well as his body was more fluid and agile than the creatures. Oh but the smell. Every time he had gotten used to it, it assaulted his senses again, as if he were awash in filth and putrescence.<br/><br/>He tried to fine a weapon while keeping out of the thing's reach. Suddenly Scott was on it, howling and thrashing with a knife like a mad man. Thats when Deacon remembered the tools.  He reached to the belt and pulled the razor knife used to shave off wire coatings. It wasn't much, but it would do. With the thing distracted Deacon lept at it and shoved the razor blade into its eye, or at least where its eye should be. Deacon was not even sure it had eyes but was betting that if it did, they would not have the same jello consistancy as the rest of it.