The tendrils on Abaddon back lashed backwards in an attempt to knock Lass away. They had enough force to send him flying back a few feet, but again, were not meant to wound grievously or impale.

"So tell us about yourself then. Why do you do what you do? For a greater purpose? Entertainment? We can teach you to do both...."

"#Teach you how to harness the hatred and anger inside of you. We feel it, we smell it. Sadness, anger, hate..."

"Kill in the name of vengeance, and merely terrorize those in guilt but undeserving of capital punishment... that is the first thing you must understand. We kill in the worst ways possible and enjoy doing it, but only those we feel deserve it..."

Abaddon sensed the vines of shadow coming for him. Predicted. Shadowbenders loved to attack from all directions, but Abaddon could produce just as many tendrils from himself to fend them off. He did so.