*Lecter shakes his head, not in the mood to argue about monsters with someone that he regards as a simple soldier, especially with the last few days he's had*
*He turns to Horus*
Lecter: The situation was handled. And if anyone tries to kill each other, I'll make sure they behave.
*His tone is unusually grim, since the Devil Hunter's patience has been worn thin*

*Be'lak laughs as the tendrils fade away, only to regrow yet again*
[b][i]It will take more than a Shaman to end me. Gods can not even lay claim to that ability.[/i][/b]
*The tendrils also sprout thorns before they expire, stabbing through Tiaz*

*The Puia circle around Tiaz and Be'lak for a moment before swooping down at Tiaz*
[b][i]Manners maketh man, as some would say. I would like to see what makes you.[/i][/b]