Cleaved

The processing of the ringlet chain increased as my chosen pair was locked and rocked. Disconnected from the rest of the chain as the Twenty zipped past, I took up position on one of the elevated Six on the ringlet and settled in for an ride though this thick soup. Plenty of One-Eight-One, a goodly number of Seventeens that perhaps belonged with the excessive number of naked Ones that bubbled through the soup and danced about each other.

What was a stream scattered about into the soup. As my pair of ringlets continued into the unknown, scanning revealed an approaching monster of similar configuration to the one that I just left. With the large number of Eights, it becomes difficult to see the telltale Seven-Six-Six-Seven-Six-Six backbone that marks all of the monsters that I've encountered so far.

Pulled near the monster, to preserve equilibrium, the concentrations of charge are farther apart and unorganized. A flurry of naked Ones give the ability to scan past, and observe their quarry. Surrounding the backbone, these Ones were busy twisting at the backbone and forcing the entire monster to unwrap and unwind by disrupting the pulse of the monster.