"Ha [i]ha![/i]" Tzich grinned and rubbed his palms together, leaning forward in anticipation of a gourmet meal. "Just breathe in that aroma. A perfect combination of waste and rot, seething around the crazy holey scrap of a renegade demon, more violent and dangerous than ten of that woman put together. One bite, one scrape --" He smiled sharply, in glee over the thought of blood and bone.

"Even you wouldn't want to get near those teeth." He clasped his wrist behind his back and leaned to where Carly could see the humor in his eyes. "So what do you do? Maybe throw boxes at it til it gives up. Maybe it knows commands. Heel! Sit! Stay! No? Got a gun? Didn't think so. He's got his eye on you now, and he's hungry and mad." He was enjoying the show.