There are noises and shifting things behind them, and these are things they may affect.

They turn and launch this borrowed body for the nearest one. They land heavily on top of it, their weight bringing it to the ground in a smooth arc.

It snarls at them, its face twisted by an emotion they do not know, deformed beyond recognition.

They hook fingers around its neck and lift its head from the ground, then bring it down again.

It continues to make its noises. They bring its head from the floor to impact it against that surface again.

Again.

Again.

Something beneath their hands gives way with a sickening crack. The thing does not move again. They turn to the rest.

This is something they can do, something their friend would want them to do, and they will do it.

So they do.