Ben feels the agony as he holds himself, letting the tentacles continue. He's covered in blood. It drips down his face, his clothes, and these men are still coming? That's not good. He has to retract the tentacles for a moment.

It's in that moment, already exhausted, almost hunched over himself, another one rushes Five.

"Better be the last asshole!" Ben shouts out, annoyed as he lets the tentacles rip through him once more. One grabs for the assailant to pull it off Five. Or skewer it right above Five.