At the sight of the gun, and the feeling of bullets bouncing off his skin practically harmlessly, Deprave merely gave a dreadful laugh, noting (just) that the knight was already on his way over there. With the more annoying threat about to be dealt with, he decided instead to charge through the smoke at the two men with melee weapons, bulldozing the machete wielder to the ground. Deciding first to handle him whilst ignoring the clubman, he grabbed the man's arm by the wrist, only to smash his body into the floor on either side of him repeatedly, before throwing him full force into his partner, grinning all the while. O, what ecstasy, to feel a victim's body [i]break[/i] beneath his might! If others could match up to his present power in this landscape, he had yet to meet them! Perhaps this "Nefas" would be one of them, if he could just draw the character out...

And it occurred to him that perhaps he had a good way of doing that. That insane fellow, Grug... Greg, Grag? Whatever his name was - he was lying on the ground right now, near-invisible through the smoke from Deprave's own height, but nonetheless stationary. It didn't take too long for the proto-Mayan to find his way to the groin-deprived man in question, watching as he asked his... mug, right, he had that, for a lot of something called "absinth". Not that Deprave cared too much about whatever that was, but he figured whatever the maniac had planned would be less productive than what he himself had in mind. 

'Right, Glug or whatever you're called, I've got a proposal for you!' Deprave announced at the general direction of the man, caring not a jot for whoever was listening. 'Since you fucked up your dick and can't move around at all, you need a way to get moved around. As it happens, I also need more arms than I have to wield all my shit, and you haven't ruined yours yet. You wanna be my extra arms, Gloop?'