Venus hits this thing harder than she's hit anything else in her life. For once, she marries anger and action, marries them willingly, and brings the plank sideways and down. Turned so that the corner and the skinny edge hit first, it's like a scythe or guillotine, and the ghost of Jamal has no chance to react before the wet thwock! slices through its head and brains. Jamal wobbles, one hand reaching forward to either grab her or Guy or steady himself, but ultimately falls backwards as his knees go out, one by one, little pistons.

With it dead and a splatter of its brain on her arm, Venus drops to her knees, to her butt, and scrambles away, kicking the plank back.