*Evil is literally standing directly in the line of fire from the machines and husks, and is actively getting shot, but he regenerates each wound he gets* "(*𝗨𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿)" *Evil crouches down and thrusts his arms into the floor like it's water. seconds later, fleshy tendrils emerge from the walls, wrap around any nearby husks or machines, and restrain them so John can reliably hit them*