Villiam smiled, more for the benefit of the whole prisoner hoard he had discovered than for any personal feelings of gratification. They had been roused and riled from the sounds of the riot just on the other side of the wall, and that would prove to be highly invaluable. Slinking down the line, he held a hand out and ran his fingers across the bars. In doing so, he left behind a highly corrosive substance designed specifically to eat through these metal bars. [color=purple]"My fellow prisoners,"[/color] he began his speech with a small lie, [color=purple]"Freedom is at hand! No longer shall we sit and rot based on the insane whims of a single cambion! Nefas and his guards are fighting for their lives against our comrades now. This is the time to strike! Overwhelm them with sheer force, Nefas cannot possibly take us all on together! We end him here and now for our pain and torture, or he will simply track us all down like the first time! For glory! FOR FREEDOM!"[/color]

With that, the poison spirit held a hand up and willed the Manus in the air to form through his magical caustic body. He called upon his natural ability to create enchanted objects, though it was quick, dirty, and sloppy. A couple of seconds later and he held in his hand a solid knife formed from pure hornet venom. Had he more time, he could create something much better, but as it was the thing would only be sturdy enough for one jab. Good enough, considering the circumstances. That much concentrated poison should fell most beings and if they swarmed Nefas as V planned then the fight would be over quite quickly.

[color=purple]"Come to me, arm yourselves! Then unleash death upon our captor!"[/color] Any of the freed prisoners that approached would then be given a similar dagger, each one made of a different type of toxin. Black mamba, black widow, jellyfish, various squids, whatever popped into his head at the moment. They were all equally crappy, though. Time constraints would do that.