He didn't know how, but Abaddon was caught off guard (probably because he was too busy congratulating himself and laughing at Growth's splattered mass) by Behemoth's simple maneuver of grabbing his leg and smashing him into the ground, creating a body sized crater. Abaddon groaned in pain and attempted to blast back the giant meta with a burst of the Devourer's Wrath, but in his pain disoriented state he couldn't muster up the energy in time and was then picked up and launched at Sarco by Behemoth.

"Fuck..." 

Sarco's well placed punch also smashed him into the ground, and Abaddon's body was once again racked with pain. He let out a screech of pain, mixed with anger. These petty attacks shouldn't be hurting [i]this[/i] much! He had been able to take worse and more than this before! He should have been smarter about his offensive actions. As much as he hated to acknowledge it, the fight with the Dark Summoner had worn on him. Abaddon may have been able to recover quickly by feeding, but he was still in a "frail" state.

"DO IT FAGGOT!" Abaddon shouted angrily as Sarco prepared to bring his foot down on him. A bad position to be in, but Abaddon saw it as a perfect opportunity to perform a surprise counter attack. As soon as Sarco brought his force down, Abaddon would shift his body into its liquid shadow state, slither up his leg, and reform on top of his massive back. Then it would be a simple matter to dig his sharp claws into Sarco's eyes, and then extending them to pierce the brain behind them...

At least, those would have been Abaddon's actions had the entire area not been affected by the force of a giant explosion. Sarco was knocked away from Abaddon, along with Behemoth. Lying on the ground, Abaddon was also lifted up by the force of the explosion and was tossed through the air, though fortunately for him, he only had to extend tendrils from his body towards the floor to keep himself from landing anywhere near the two bruisers.

Now, what had landed next to him was a large part of The Growth's slimy mass. The thing attacked him and Desert Vampire with extensions, catching Abaddon. The slime began to thicken and tighten around his body in an attempt to begin consuming him, but Abaddon just sneered.

"Really? I just get stuck with you? R.L Stine's bastard child? I still wanted a challenge."

Growth's attempt to consume his body would be fruitless. Being fully enveloped by a supernatural entity, Abaddon's "outer body" wasn't technically organic. Getting constricted wasn't exactly painless though, and Abaddon was pretty sure this thing had more constricting power than the Dark Summoner's two serpents. Abaddon made his body course with the Devourer's Wrath to burn off part of the Growth's body that was squeezing him. Abaddon dropped to the floor, ash falling off his body.

"See that you worthless sewage? That's how easy you are to kill! You're pathetic, I'm surprised you were actually considered a threat by anyone! You bore me!"

Abaddon whipped out his arms and created to small ripples of his destructive energy on both side of the Growth. It was extremely "diluted" though, meaning the slimeball wouldn't be incinerated. The energy tugged at the blob until it managed to rip off two good chunks off its amorphous body as the energy now mainly functioned as painful "telekinetic" force.

"Desert Vamp, keep the blob busy!"

Abaddon turned to where he could hear Chrome, Michael, and the two bruisers engaged in combat. Sarco and Behemoth were being relentlessly attacked, and taking advantage of their preoccupation, Abaddon tried something. He brought the floating pieces of the Growth towards Sarco and Behemoth, right up to their faces, and began trying to shove them into their mouths and down their throats

"SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW IT!!!" He screamed out in some strange, gleeful manner. He wanted to see this work, he wanted to see those two scumbags get eaten alive from the inside. It would be absolutely hilarious too!