"What the hell is this thing?!" Ed's flashlight was on the ground, providing a steady but ill-aimed source of light, and Lloyd's flashlight in his pocket wasn't doing much better, the head poking out but jostling with every step or movement he made. Even so, he could see just enough to see the mass of darkness begin to take shape, and he could see its grip strengthening despite all the hair they were cutting off.

This isn't working! We need to try something else! If it's hair wasn't a weak spot, then maybe its body-

Urgency drove him into action even before he finished the thought. He lunged forward, plunging his dagger straight into what he hoped was the monster's chest.