'Hohoho, shit's getting REAL now!' Deprave yelled, sneering at the sight of the demonic entity with much too wide a grin to be attractive. Fucking didn't even have lips, did he? Still, lots of easily accessed teeth... easily smashed teeth. Speaking of getting smashed, he was hardly going to apologise to Blog for his being in the way of his throw... and speaking of getting fucking smashed, [i]what the hell was in that needle he just stabbed himself with?[/i] He knew Frag was a crazy motherfucker, but he looked totally out of it now! He'd have to get himself some of that... or, well, it wasn't like he needed it to begin with. But still...

Though actually, he [i]was[/i] standing still at the moment, wasn't he? Even the lazy-ass crab monster, who still hadn't stood up, was starting to bite at Nefas' ankles a little bit. [i]But why stop at ankles?[/i] Deprave thought to himself. [i]Let's go ahead and break every bone in the fucker's arms! What's he gonna do without those, eh?[/i] Plastering a grimace-like smirk on his face, he began steadily strolling toward the enemy Cambion, ready and waiting for the prick to make his move, so he could stop it dead and fuck the guy up. Oh, the fun he was going to have when the guy was finally incapacitated...