Herriman couldn't understand a damned word of what Priroda was saying. The language was beyond him, which was really no excuse for him, given his deity's domain. It was something she shouldn't be putting off, but he'd be damned if he didn't have more important things to do. He did, however, get the general impression. She could have been mocking him, or taunting him, but the serious tone threw off his context. No matter. Before long, she'd be just one more head he'd raise to the sky.

When Saint Peter called for the violence to begin, and promptly disappeared, Herriman started casually walking forwards, giving Setrak a couple of test swings. He held out his free arm (his right arm, Herriman's a lefty), and in quite the gruesome manner, the whole appendage twisted, cracked, and squished as it changed shape. After a few seconds, something akin to a tower shield made of black bones and bluish flesh took up the area below his elbow, and he chuckled. Raising Setrak to the sky, Herriman bellowed a mighty 
"FOR THE RAVEN GOD!" before breaking into a full-blown charge.

His intent was to cast a spell upon getting close enough to her (a distance of ten feet or so) which involved him phasing out of the material world entirely so he could pass through her harmlessly, only to reappear at her side and bash her to the ground with his shield.