It looks like Nicole's head but the rest of them seems off. Until looking at their hands. Cole can recognize that it's the scarecrow wearing Nicole's entire head and whittling with a knife taped to one stick hand, turning the other stick hand into a spear. They are covered in blood and dirt. Tied around their waist is their original head, a potato sack with a cheeky smile yarn hair and a pointed hat.
Cole isn't phased at all and just sighs, "Did you put yourself back together using scraps?"
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF ENOCH IS THAT!?” Knight screams.
"Calm down Knight"
She looks generally in Knight's direction with literally empty eyes, "I am your friend!"
"No the fuck you are not, you are no one's friend anymore."
Knight slowly puts away the brass knuckles before taking out a napalm launcher, “I will cleanse the earth of that creature with unholy fire.”
Dave is cowering and whimpering in a tree.
"I could have waited till you were all sleeping," Scarecrow says.
"What, to try and kill us?"
“Jokes on you! I never sleep!” Knight yells.
"I was going to say may god have mercy on your soul, but I am not merciful," Cole holsters his revolver and draws a pink sparkly glock with "bitch" bedazzled on the barrel with a small pickaxe on a lanyard attached to the pistol.
“That is a cool as fuck gun.”
"I cant decide, might play it by ear," Scarecrow smiles.
"I will take your ears clean off bitch," Cole loads the glock, .44 magnum bullets. Scarecrow lunges at Cole, aiming the stake she has for a left hand straight for his throat and the knife taped on her other stick straight for his side. Cole smiles, taking the hits as he winces slightly and presses the glock against Nicole's forehead. As he gargles on his blood he mumbles, "Count to 3 for me, homebrew."
"You gotta be corning me.." Scarecrow scratchily grumbles. Cole dumps 12 rounds into Nicole's forehead. Their head gets absolutely destroyed as she stumbles back. All that's left is a wooden stake that it was on. Knight sets the wooden stake on fire. Cole's wounds heal as he coughs up some blood that was still in his throat.
"Take that you corny bitch," Cole says. Scarecrow tries to pat out the flame on their shoulders. Knight sets them on fire again. Cole sighs, "Why don't you do all of us a favor and stay dead," Cole reloads and fires 12 more rounds into the Scarecrow's chest. Scarecrow stumbles back more before falling over as the fire spreads. Knight continues to burn the scarecrow. Cole reloads and fires at the scarecrow's head 12 more times. The potato sack head is destroyed.
“Are they dead?” Knight asks, as the pile of hay burns.
"I think it's dead," Cole says.
“Eh, better safe than sorry.” Knight adds more fire to the pile of hay.
"I'm gonna go inside," Cole reloads and goes inside as he holsters the glock.
Scarecrow burns until it is nothing but ashes.