And now, no longer hidden by hoods, nightmare creatures leaped onto the land. They looked like humans being hugged from behind by giant red centipedes. And as they advanced, they sprouted tendrils like worms, tendrils that grew from human stomachs and chests, whipped furiously like electrocuted spaghetti.

“You’re. Dekka,” Shade Darby said, slowing her speech.

Dekka shot her a surprised look. “Do I know you?”

“Shade. Darby,” Shade said. She pointed at the advancing meat puppets and said, “I’ve. Got. Them.”

Vincent’s human meat puppets were quick, but not to Shade. The whipping tendrils were bewilderingly fast to a normal human, but not to Shade.

Monster, Chapter 25