"Yes, I have been. And that [i]thing[/i] following you is dangerous. I don't know how the hell it hasn't already killed you," Tiberius 'explained.' Really, it sounded a bit crazy, but from his point of view, he was looking at a juvenile demon. Where he was from, crustaceans were just not a thing, But demons certainly were, and unfortunately, those demons had a lot of features that Racky just happened to possess. His finger wrapped around the trigger of the gun aimed at the crab, and despite the protests, it seemed like he wasn't going to calm down. Behind him, Magnus had slipped his helmet back on. The situation looked bad, and as much as he hated attacking something that didn't go at him first, he knew that this had to stop. It was a crab, for god's sake, not some sort of interdimensional hellbeast. It didn't even look like the ones that sometimes invaded where he was from. Far too chitiny, not nearly 'deformed winged monstrosity' enough. He slowly took a step forward, grabbing the handle of the warhammer on his back and pulling it from its resting place. His shield was readied as well, and he waited, holding the weapon on his shoulder. He waited, willing to back down if Tiberius did, but unfortunately he did not. The power armoured-man pulled the trigger, or started to, and received a hard smack to the back of the head for his troubles. Tiberius stumbled forward, his gun firing off as he did, filling the ground with red-hot plasma bullets. When he regained his footing, he turned and primed both guns on Magnus, now counting him as a hostile. Instinctively, Magnus raised his shield. The bullets impacted the polished wood surface, breaking apart into their basest mana form instead of piercing it. The tree symbol that adorned it glowed faintly as the mana was then absorbed. Behind his helmet's visor, he let out a sigh of extreme relief that had even worked, and followed up the block with a swing towards Tiberius' hip. He hit, but since the armour was thicker there, didn't accomplish much except distracting him.