Griffin is having an easy enough time with the Mutations. It's kind of like Whack-a-Mole only he has to be mindful of the pus. Plus he has to duck the powerful arms of the big guy. he'll attempt a hit or two but he's going to need something much stronger than his bat.

George comes through in spades. Griffin is surprised to find that he's still there, figuring he'd take the running option. He grins at the man's cleverness. Griffin bolts away so he avoids getting burned. The large monster flails about, letting out a guttural sound of agony. The lone remaining Mutation has caught on fire as well, its shriek much more piercing. He claps George on the shoulder. "Nice one. Now we need to go." Between the flames and the sounds, it won't be long until there's a swarm of nasties surrounding them. The man just helped him out of a jam, the least Griffin can do is see to it that he gets to the Apartments unscathed.