*Black tendrils rip through the ground and coil around each remaining skull, crushing them in the process*

[b][i]To help one Devil kill his own father. Mortals make little sense.[/i][/b]

*Karma flies at one tendril, but a black thorn (about three feet long, and covered in spikes) fires out from it, and impales her. The same tendril then wraps around her, keeping her in place*
*Lecter growls and looks around*
Lecter: Show your face.

*The humanoid figure near Sydney is missing a half of a leg, which has been replaced by a large ass blade. The figure himself looks like a cross between a scarecrow and a jester. It keeps limping towards Sydney, occasionally doing a flip as well, with a surprising skill in acrobatics*