*The centipede gets hit by the blast, and it roars in protest as it's chitin rattles. It sees Vaseraga as the largest threat, and scuttles straight for him, it's maw drooling as it's pincers spread wide*

*Lecter is trying to keep the tendrils busy, dashing around them while they constantly fire their thorns*
Lecter: Enough, Be'lak. Show me that a Devil can best a mortal. Prove that your blood is worth bearing.

[b][i]You admit your heritage.[/i][/b]
*A black ball of swirling energies flies into Lecter, sending him off his feet*
[b][i]But you still act like a mortal. It must be changed.[/i][/b]
*Be'lak steps out of the shadows, on the opposite end of the group as the centipede, and begins striding towards Lecter*

*The scarecrow creature flips onto it's hands, and swings it's leg blade at Sydney again, all while still laughing*