Afton bisects the first creature that throws itself at his face with a flurry of random claws, his Chainsword cuts it straight down the middle and causes blood to splatter everywhere. He flicks his plant blade at the next enemy, cutting its arm off as it flies past him, trying to tear him apart.

Their skin isn't tough enough to block his attacks, but he could feel some resistance there, meaning any regular knives or blades would have trouble actually wounding them. Fortunately, Afton didn't have such a problem.

*Cut! Slash! Stab!*

Despite only a few seconds passing, he'd already butchered ten to twenty of them, their corpses writhing at his feet while the others continue to swarm him. He thrusts his plant blade forwards and allowing it to stretch forwards at the peak of the stab, like a spring it extends, piercing many of the creatures through their torso's, arms and legs.

Some drop dead from the attack, but the wounded continues to try and attack him, as if they had no self-preservation whatsoever. He steps forwards to end them but squints as he hears a squelch and feels something tugging on his foot...

Looking down, he spots the bodies of the creatures he'd just killed slowly... Healing? No. Not healing, combining. The decimated bodies and limbs at his feet had started melding into one another, enough so that now he was literally standing on the skin of the combined creature... Many small eyes similar to their normal forms appear on the tarp-like skin and stare at him...

He stabs the eyes and leaps off of the skin in disgust, allowing the creature to slowly get up as its body absorbs more corpses into itself. "What is this? Fucking DeadSpace?!" he exclaims while looking over at Macka, "What did you do!?" he shouts, wondering if he had a 'Blob' scenario on his hands.

Macka just laughs, "Did you think I'd only make creatures barely stronger than regular humans? No! My creations are immortal! They are the perfect soldiers, and with them, I'll-*BANG!*"

Macka gapes as a bullet blows a hole through his skull, his body keeps standing for a couple moments before finally giving out and falling over.

"Too bad you aren't so lucky!" Afton quips before holstering his revolver and reconstitutes his plant arm back into a blade, so he can try and kill these supposedly 'immortal' creatures.

He turns back to the creature that'd finally stood up... It was huge to say the least, bloated and bulbous, standing around 12ft, though, it could barely stand upright in the underground room. Its grey skin was thicker than that of the others, and hundreds of eyes could be seen decorating its form. Not only did it have hundreds of eyes... But mouths were appearing and disappearing all over its body, as if their placements weren't concrete.

Its arms were like tree trunks with machetes replacing its nails, and Afton wasn't sure if his armour would be able to withstand a direct hit from it... Backing up slightly, he uses [Living Anatomy] to see if it had any weaknesses and to see how strong it actually is.

[Test Subject XXXXXXL]

Health : ??%

Stamina : ??%

DT : 35

Strength : 15

Perception : 3

Endurance : 20

Charisma : 1

Intelligence : 1

Agility : 4

Luck : 1

Ailments :

[Flesh Heap] : Is able to assimilate and absorb flesh compatible with itself, this results in increased size, Strength, Endurance, and lowered Agility.

[Mindlessness] : The mind has been broken, fractured, splintered, and cracked, resulting in an utterly mindless being without the ability to think for itself. Creatures afflicted by this will usually only act on instinct, or other external factors.

Huh, so a lot stronger than Macka and slightly stronger than Afton... Still, that isn't the thing he'd most worried about... That would be the corpses it hadn't yet absorbed... If it took anymore Afton didn't know if he could actually deal with it... Aside from simply nuking the thing outta existence with an orbital strike.

The creature lumbers forwards towards him with its large claw outstretched... Afton continues to slowly back away towards the door, trying to find the creature's weak point if it had one... Shouldn't bosses have, like, a giant glowing weak spot or something!?

As far as he was concerned, the only way this thing could die was incineration... If it functioned like a Necromorph then shit could get bad really quickly... What if someone accidentally ate part of its flesh? Would they get assimilated? Scratch that, could it just straight up assimilate Afton?

"Fuck." he mutters as he backs into the hallway again as the creature follows... It was too big for the door but-*SCRRReeeeeeeeeeee!*

Seems like it didn't much care about conserving property. As it found the door too small, it manually widened it but literally bending the metal away...

Afton continues to slowly back away down the hallway while firing some of his weapons at it... Bullets? useless. Plasma? useless. Sonic Emitter? Still useless!

Even cutting off its arm with his Chainsword did nothing but slow it down. He'd used his last weapon when he heard people approaching from further up the hallway. Judging by the weight of their steps, it was the Supermutants.

He turns just as Marcus appears with a squadron of Supermutants at his back, all of them pointing weapons at the blob-thing.

"Marcus! We can't kill this thing, get back!" he shouts, trying to prevent it from getting larger.

Marcus crooks a brow at him and is about to order his men when one charges ahead with a Proton Axe, literally jumping at the creature as he swings his blade.

The blade leaves a long scorched cut in the creature's flesh, but the Supermutant crashes directly into its building stomach. Everyone is silent as the creature begins to move... No one fires for fear of hitting their compatriot, but no one attempts to assist in melee combat either for obvious reasons.