Butcher's Bill 2.1

Choking down my revulsion and guilt, I stepped out into the corridor only to see a bogeyman of wood and bone barreling down the corridor towards me. Wicker Man had encased himself in his organic armor, pulling it in tight to his body so that he could fit inside the narrow hallway and to keep the bees and hornets away from his skin. I crossed my arms in a defensive posture as his right arm shot out and extended, the small wooden pieces scaffolding out to add range to the blow in a maneuver that was oddly reminiscent of those Looney Tunes boxing-glove-on-a-spring devices. Even with Leverage's power, I knew the hit would be heavy enough to send me flying down the hallway, so rather than just blocking I decided to catch. I bear-hugged the brambled mass of his arm, paying no mind to the shards of thorn and bone digging into my skin. Channeling Rotmonger's powers made the organic tissue I was touching turn brittle and weak, so when he tried to shake me off of his 'arm' by bashing me into the wall, I was able to rip it off of the rest of his body instead. I threw the mass to the side as it reverted to normal scrap wood and cow bones, and started punching my way through the rest of his wooden armor.