Kritch left almost immediately upon entering the prison, which frankly was to be expected. The rodent demon was the most twitchy, wary, cautious, and straight up paranoid of the whole bunch. Not that Villiam blamed him for it. After all, they were in Hell, not exactly known for producing the most trustworthy of citizens. Truth be told, his fleeing was already accounted for, and so the poison spirit paid Kritch's departure little mind. Instead he focused on getting as big of a riot going as possible, more vital now that the guard in the room was aware of himself and the one-armed kid. Making haste, Villiam slinked across to the cells. As he moved forward, he expelled a purple gas through the bars in the form of a cloud. Upon reaching the individual cells, he ran his fingers along the bars, corroding them with a thick fast acting acid.

[color=purple]"That cloud you just breathed in was a deadly neurotoxin, specifically designed to crawl through your body until the Manus can infuse directly to your soul, thus permanently ending your existence. You want to live? You want to be free? Fight Nefas' guards and I will produce the cure. Now riot as your lives depend on it."[/color] Villiam had backed himself up against the furthest wall from the guard at the end of the cell line. Keeping his back against the wall was for more than ensuring he kept sight of any prisoners that might wish to do him harm, for it was also his escape plan if his gambit went poorly. Of course he was lying about the nature of his poison cloud, spirits couldn't convert Manus into a substance then back into pure Manus, but they did not necessarily have to know that. No, it was a simple cloud of methane, mixed with a number of other chemicals to mask the distinct scent, but look foreboding all the same.