*Lecter looks over at Horus again and nods*
Lecter: We'll get you something. Can't promise what it will be though, Devils tend to be assholes about turning into weapons.
*He then shrugs*
Lecter: I trust John. And with guns like his, point and pull the trigger works pretty well from what I can gather. 

*As Darus' neck snaps, a crystal shard flies through the air and rips through his skull, sending blood, bones, and brain matter everywhere*
*The same voice that called out to the Templars before calls out again*
Voice: The Templar was mine. Who do you think you are to fuck with me?