*Be'lak raises a hand, and a tendril intercepts John's shot, albeit being obliterated in the process. Two other tendrils reach for John, trying to swat him*
[b][i]I am the Master of Hell. What makes you think you can best me, a mere mortal with a gun?[/i][/b]
*The Devil keeps walking towards Lecter, who slowly gets back on his feet, and raises his pistol*
Lecter: You die today, Be'lak.
[b][i]My own son, daring to raise a weapon against me.[/i][/b]
*Lecter fires the gun, yet Be'lak seems unphased by being shot in the chest*

*The centipede tries to slam it's pincers shut around Vaseraga, and lightning begins to crackle between it's chitin plates*

*Sydney's wrist would probably snap after taking the force of the hit, unless Necromancy made her bones more durable. Regardless, the scarecrow gets shocked still, and his laughing is mixed with a snarl*