Viola hadn't had much time to process what was going on before she'd blacked out, her final thoughts and emotions as she had slipped into unconsciousness being those of fear and panic at what the voice that had whispered to her mind had possibly belonged to. In his mounting fury Percy had remained entirely ignorant of the downfall of another of his associates, being entirely too wrapped up in not having his face and other extremities torn from his body. Kassy's return and subsequent flailing at the beasts had thankfully provided enough of a distraction for the behemoth to get the upper hand in freeing himself of the hate orgy that he'd unwillingly become part of. The wolverine cub came crashing roughly onto the sand, followed by Percy's massive boot. With the little beast pinned beneath his foot, it took every ounce of willpower he had not to crush it to death. Said willpower was then forced to fight a battle on two fronts as the throat of the devil found its way into one of his hands. With the two subdued Percy was left with one hellion left.

Unlike the other two however, the young honey badger was not nearly as keen on getting caught; digging its claws and teen into Percy's back and shoulder blades and he twisted to and fro to try and dislodge it. With his patience and energy running low, Percy turned to Kassy with bloodshot eyes and growled out three words: "[i][b]Get. It. Off.[/b][/i]".