His eyes squeeze tight and his jaw clenches, but he drives the knife into where a lung should be on the right side of Fenix’s chest. Again, no resistance. A tendril of Garner’s blood snaps from his arm out to the new wound…but there’s nothing to grab, nothing to tie to and no purchase for the Brand to take hold. It splatters to Fenix’s clothes uselessly.

“No bones, no blood..and I assume no organs. Do you run only on spite, golem?”