Prozest Turr watched as a woman entered the room and approached the orb surrounded by some form of creatures, his spear held for a moment before he launched it at too speed. The spear pierced one demon through the neck and then impaled another through the chest. Prozest Turr jumped down pulling a short blade he ran at the creatures, he dug his knife into the closest ones temple and pulled it out harshly. He then proceeded to execute the other demons, he set his knives into their sheathes and grabbed his spear from the carcass of one of the creatures, he aimed it at the approaching parties and kept his back to the orb in a defensive stance. He noticed people wielding guns and made a circle around the orb swinging his spear and lightly stabbing at people not harming them but keeping them back from the orb.

"Peertas," prozest shouted "peertas, pridacta!" 

He did not assume they would listen but the orb didn't allow him to translate his words into their minds. He continued shouting over and over, but he knew they didn't understand. He held one hand out to his left and his spear held in his right hand. He held his left hand in front of him and circled the orb. He looked into the eyes of each of them some wielding weapons some with strange outfits, then of course the woman with the ugly creatures which he had killed. 

"Peertas," he said with his voice slightly raised " peertas pridacta, peertas..."

Prozest noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and jumped above the woman with the demons, upon coming down behind her he slammed the blunt end of his spear into the back of her head sending her tumbling forward, machine gun fire came from his left and he launched his spear once more tearing through the rifle of a man wearing all black with a scarf around his neck. The rifle shattered into metal splinters, prozest grabbed one of the larger shards possibly from the barrel and planted it into the leg of the man. He kicked the mans legs from under him and brought his fists above his head. He clasped his fists and brought them down on the mans chest, hearing a crack Prozest began to stand but held himself there for a second and made contact with the mans skin. He transferred the knowledge to understand the language of Prozests people. Prozest felt himself being forced to stand and drew his short blades facing the rest of his enemies. He wanted to drop the blades but could not, he had no control. His body was merely a conduit for the orbs evil purposes. He repeated his warning in his language once more, [i] back, stay back. [/i]