The Beast tracked Shen as he fell, lowering his stance for a charge. However, by the time he caught the flash of a man and a pistol in view of his eye, it was too late. The projectile pierced the red orb that rested in the socket and a thick, black substance spewed out of it, spraying into the air from the back pressure. Diabolus flung his head to the right in recoil, letting out a loud groan as he dropped onto his left knee. Slamming his right fist into the ground to support himself, he reached up with his left hand to swipe at the area Ahven stood before the Beast was shot.