Nobody swings a baseball bat shaped arm to knock the wooden stake out of Tranquility’s left hand. Over confident, he takes a big swing and a miss at her other hand. She ducks, drops her wooden weapon on purpose, pops back up, and wraps both her arms around his transformed one.

He grabs a fistful of her hair with his free hand, hoping to yank her off. But she holds firm, while her touch on his bat-shaped arm causes it to grow heavy – doubling then tripling in weight, as his flesh turns wooden, in both appearance and consistency. Unable to hold his morphed limb upright, Nobody drops to his knees.

Tranquility squirms free, takes a step back, then kicks him hard in the chest. He falls onto his back, first looking over at his petrified arm in horror, and then back up at Tranquility lording over him.