With as much of a smirk as his semi-viscous face could muster, Villiam approached the downed head of security slowly and menacingly. The man's brain had been mostly obliterated, his face and lungs melted by ozone; he wasn't going to be getting back up and fighting anytime soon. However that was not enough for the poison spirit. Villiam lowered himself down on one knee, held out his right index and middle finger, then placed the digits in what remained of the guards' mouth. He stretched and forced his appendages as deeply as he could through his victim's body then released it. Manus. Pure as he could force. Villiam would ensure this victim's end right here. Right now. In full view of Kritch and potentially Betty if the demon could see anything outside of her cell. 

More and more and more flooded Mike's body, inflating the human corpse like a balloon until there was no place left for the material left to go. It was forced to ooze and spill out of the man's orifices. His mouth, nose, eyes, ears, even his very skin pores and yes before you ask even his unmentionables. Once the deed was done and V convinced that Mike would never be a problem again, V removed his hand from the victim's mouth, grabbed the keys, and tossed them in Kritch's general direction. [color=purple]"Here you go, my esteemed rodent colleague,"[/color] he commented in a rather friendly tone. Far too friendly for someone that had just murdered a man's very soul in cold blood.

Villiam then produced a dataslab from within his own body and made contact with Barkeep. [color=purple]"The last line of defense is down, we are retrieving the package as I speak, though judging from the sounds I hear Nefas is still an obstacle. For the moment, at any rate."[/color]