It climbs over him like an insect, fingers snagging at him, and as their hands fit tightly around his throat Johnny bites his lip as he strains away. He tastes iron, and he looks up at the mask, and his lips split into a wild, predatory smile, teeth lined with red.

He raises the floor up around them, curling it back to strike the creature hard enough to dislodge it.

Johnny gets up, but he doesn't run. He faces the thing.

"Try harder," he snarls, still grinning.