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The Room

*Belak's back tendrils curl around him and absorbs the blow, glowing bright red as they take the heat*
I was forged in the depths of Hell. Yet you claim you can kill me. I cannot even die.
*Belak's laughter increases in volume as he curls a hand into a fist, and the trees behind Tiaz swing towards him*

*Lecter strides into the Room, leaving Vaseraga, John, and Sasha behind so he can investigate. He sighs when he sees the Scarecrow's body, and he immediately looks for others of them*
Lecter: How long was it here?

*The Scarecrow's leg is basically that of a regular scarecrow's, until it's knee (which is a metal cog), and then the rest is a prosthetic ending with the fuck off sized blade*

The Room

*Be'lak laughs as he keeps walking towards Tiaz, not even hesitating at his words*
You were crippled by a mortal girl. That you dare to claim to be of the same blood as me is disgraceful at best, Tiaz.

*Two trees behind Tiaz suddenly begin to creak and groan, And tbey sway more than any wind could do*

The Room

*Lecter pulls ahead of the group, ready to kill something*

*The Scarecrow gets hit by the shards, let's out one last burst of laughter and promptly slumps forwards, unmoving*

The Room

*Lecter sighs and unholsters his pistol*
Lecter: Let's get there and help kill whatever else showed up.

*The Scarecrow gets thrown into the wall, but angles itself so it doesn't get that severely hurt, not that it shows any pain anyway*
*It keeps laughing as it rolls back at Hanna, practically doing cartwheels to move*

The Room

*The Scarecrow giggles in surprise at Hanna's wings, and tries to ricochet itself off the wings as it collides*

The Room

*Be'lak growls and walks towards Tiaz*
You do not. You are mortal, that cannot be made more apparent. The fact that you are associated with a Devil is an insult.

The Room

*The Scarecrow giggles at Hanna and leaps forwards, flipping through the air as it angles it's blade at her throat*

The Room

*Lecter glances over at the trio, and he sighs softly*
Lecter: He's right. The sooner we make it to the Room, the better.

*Be'lak chuckles again*
You are called a Devil. Do you think you deserve that title?

*The Scarecrow reaches the Room, and breaks through the door while laughing hysterically*

The Room

*Be'lak chuckles and the eyeball in his hand begins to wither*
I won't answer that for you. As for her gift, I cannot say. You hardly deserve it, either.
*His free hand moves idly, and different body parts of Sydney float in the air*

The Room

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: They'll be taken care of.
*He sighs*
Lecter: Wish I had my bigger guns. I left them behind before I came here.

*Be'lak turns to regard Tiaz, and casually levitates one of Sydney's eyes to his clawed hand*
The creature that you pray to gods to be like. And I did not harm her,
I gifted her. Not that she deserved it, clearly she was too weak.

*The scarecrow approaches the Room, intent on butchering anyone it finds*