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	Threek waited for a movement. He waited for the skeleton man to do something. He, did not. So, with a quick swing of his staff, Threek knocks Mortitmus to the ground, and shrugs, the skele-man sorta out cold. Then, he noticed the fire-tornado, and then, he sees Viral, and hears Viral's quip. God damn it, why was he sent to save someone with such a level of honor like this? Where was the honor in death? Defeat? He held honor close, but obviously, to him, it meant something different. Cracking his knuckles, he raises his hands into the air...then it hit him. He noticed the shots over his body, some of Cyano's shots having connected, piercing his limbs, but none hit his torso. Lucky for him, as this would require him able to take a bit more of a beating.

	"You fools! I will not allow this! Horned Rat, lend me the power I need, to cast the Dreaded Thirteenth Spell!" Threek shouts into the heavens, and suddenly, energy crackles over his body, as his eyes glow a sickly green, and green power begins to cover his body. "Grrrrrr...." Threek began, charging his attack. He hoped, he prayed, that they'd all turn their attention to him. That Viral would run, given this chance. He was risking his life for a person he'd only knew though his order to save his life, but he would be damned if he just let some deamon wannabe kill his V.I.P.
	"COME GET SOME YOU LILLY LIVERED SHITHEADS!" Threek screams, his rage fueling his power, turning the power from Green, to Red. What appears to be the shadow of something far larger than him forms behind him, a lumbering horned creature, the shadow cast by the energy glowing from Threek.