A lot of shit happened in the next several seconds that really riled the oversized Cambion. First of all, something smacked into the RV from one side, rocking everything about. Then, Old N rolled past like a crazy person, as Toby screamed at him for no good reason. Then Weaver did the same, and basically kicked him out of the van whilst Grant went on about wanting the Power-Pint back, and by now the mug was forgotten in his hand, and he was really rather pissed off. He figured now was a good time to prelude to going full psycho on them.

'You know, I wasn't even doing SHIT just now. All I asked was to be left al-URP.'

...well that killed his rageboner. Swallowing his vomit down again, he realise that maybe he couldn't drink xocolatl from the magic mug forever, no matter how good it was.

'...yeah, well, you're lucky I was done anyway,' he muttered, half to the group and half to the world in general. He handed the Power-Pint back to Grip with the words 'There's your thing back, Grill', and promptly distracted himself from whatever bullshit Weaver was spouting by concentrating on keeping his drink down, and also following the female knight round the RV.

...oh fucking Hell yes there was another lizard practically presenting herself to him. Not to look a gifthorse in the mouth, but... wait, fuck, would doing what he liked to this creature be another thing that got the others in his group to turn on him? Fucking so-shell norms were so absurd to try and follow. Still, maybe if he convinced her to stick around... yes, that could work.

'Well, well, if it isn't... uh, you, whose name I don't know yet,' he spoke, making his over to the fallen demon as suavely as a three-meter-tall, several-hundred-kilogram giant could, then leaning on it in a way that showed off his physique once relatively close to her. 'So, what brings you to crash into this giant van here? I can only assume you were flung at high speeds, am I right?'

The knight woman was the first to pay concern to the downed gluttony demon, asking if she required assistance. Silently, Kirby raised up her arm to grasp the knight’s shoulder in order to lift herself up, albeit with shaky legs. ”There is a dragon that way,” she began, taking in a breath before continuing, ”It is very powerful, found me this way.” She brought her head up to look at the clad-armored woman who had come to her first, at least there was some kind person. However, Kirby’s face did not show happiness, still sour that she had lost her bag of food.

Then some brute came along, flexing his obscenely large muscles in a rather obnoxious fashion and questioning her. ”Yeah, I guess I hit,” Kirby turned her reptilian head to look at the RV, ”that vehicle rather hard.” Once she regained her stability, she released her grasp on the knight woman and gave the two her gaze. With a sigh, she straightened her back and stretched her arms upwards in an attempt to help her back feel a bit better. ”The name is Kirby by the way,” the demoness stated, a yawn closely following. The yawn revealed a row of serrated teeth which seemed to flex themselves, further more it seemed her upper jaw moved differently as if each half were able to move by themselves.

After he calmed down, he noticed the new person. He didn't say anything to her. He just walked around the RV to where they were. "I heard something about a dragon? Will that thing still be a problem?" He said as his arm finally came back online, it automatically switched back to a hand, he stretched it out and moved it around, getting used to it again. "Fighting a dragon would be cool." He said.

Recovering from his impact against the wall, Old N briefly shook his body by rattling his libs against the nearest surfaces he could reach, causing the floor underneath him to creak in an alarming fashion. Truth be told, he only needed to shake his head, but not having a neck rendered that sort of acrobatics necessary for even the simplest things these carapace-less gnats took for granted. Speaking of carapace-less gnats... Having mostly regained his bearings, the demon observed that the rest of the group was either rushing or being ushered out of the vehicle, presumably to confront whatever it was that had struck it in the side and caused it to stop. Or was it the other way around? Did it make sense at all? Probably not, but that was only an unnecessary load upon his attention, and rapidly slid off from its slippery surface. He contemplated whether he should crawl outside himself. He could remain still there, and sleep through the resolution of the problem; however, considering just how capable the others were, there would likely be no resolution, and his slumber would eventually be interrupted by some marauder or the other. Thus, there was little alternative to venturing forth once again.

The way out was just as laborious as the way in ad been, but at least this time he had to clamber down, not up, at the vehicle's entrance. Only once he had issued from the corridors did it occur to Old N just how more free the outside was. Here, he was not cramped amid narrow walls, not at risk to be trapped in a doorway... All of which was very well, but he did not care much for movement. Now that he thought of it, the interior of the vehicle had probably been better. Still, stretching his pincers would not do him any bad. The demon cast an uninterested glance at what seemed to be a new arrival, as well as the body which had struck against the vehicle, and, not finding her any more interesting than the other lizard demon, focused once again on his pincers. Still painfully broken and unusable, but- Wait, did he have a...? Of course! Having rapidly searched his sack, Old N produced from it two cylindrical red tubers, a few odd-smelling purple berries and a single blue mushroom, and proceeded to munch them into an unpleasant-looking paste which he applied, by the means of his mandibles, to his mutilated appendages. For good measure, he spat out some leftover Magic Mixture which he had somehow still not swallowed. If those were what he believed them to be, the healing process should have proceeded a great deal faster, perhaps with some interesting side effects. Satisfied with the result, the demon shambled towards the rest of the group. Maybe some of them had some idea of what they were supposed to do. Then again, the longer they spent figuring it out, the better.

"Shit, fuck goddamit, fuck."

Grog's eloquence did not belie his confusion. After both the RV and himself had been slammed by various and yet unknown forces, one of which possibly included the massive crustacean, all he could do was to reach for his mug, secure the newfound mystery wine into a hoop on his belt, and move outwards, in order to get some idea of what the fuck was going on. He was still by no means sober, and quite possibly just as drunk as he was during that... Time-screw thing, whatever that was. After quickly scanning around the RV, he hopped outside to find the previous impact's source. Another demon, and this one had- Oh dear lord what on earth was that.

That demon's ugly mug reminded him of some sort of freaky-ass deep sea creature, with all these teeth and odd mandible placements and shit. Ever tactfully, he jumped the hell back, and pointing at the still staggered creature, yelled a surprisingly articulate remark.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is up with your face."

As Jen observed the new demon near the group, she was a bit taken aback when Kirby mentioned that there was a powerful dragon nearby. At first, Jen didn't exactly believe that Kirby was telling the truth, but then she looked at who was present in the crew and she gave into the idea that there really was a dragon about. Everyone was thankfully out of the RV now, so Jen could probably rally the group together and get them back in efforts to try and get the van working so they could continue. "Everybody? I believe the cause of our problem is that way," Jen pointed as she continued talking, "and if we take out that thing, then we may continue on our journey out of Hell." She pointed to clarify to the rest of the group, and after all was said and done, Jen turned back to Kirby and posed a question to her.

"Care to come with us, Kirby? We have room for another member in this crew." With the recent loss of Kritch and the polluted poltergeist, the group did have enough room for another person for sure, so hopefully Kirby would take her up on the offer and come with the crew, even if it's for just a little while.