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The Room

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: Enough energy into it will kill it. Or I go through it and kill anything close to the other side.
*The Devil Hunter smirks slightly, as he's only half kidding, since this wouldn't be his first time heading through a hellish dimension (In his case, Hell itself) to kill something*

*The blood that Tiaz is investigating is that of a human's*

The Room

*Lecter looks over at Horus, and pours him a glass*
Lecter: A creature called a Praetorian caused it. John says there's a portal out there, which is bringing all of the uglies here. While that shit is still active, the storm is here to stay.
*He looks back at John*
Lecter: Am I forgetting anything?

*The scene Tiaz would stumble on is three of the armored figures turned into statutes of rock. There is a strong smell of sulfur, and one tree is heavily scorched from an impact of energy. There's one small splatter of blood on a tree, but no real physical trace as to what caused the events*

The Room

*Lecter nods yet again*
Lecter: An organization of peace keeping knights for slaying monsters. I can say that I'm familiar with the idea.
*The Devil Hunter has a bit more respect for Sasha, as she (in his eyes) has a similar job as his own*

*The four figures keep marching through the forest, their swords at the ready. With occasional glances at the storm above them, the odd prayer to their God is given*
*They all suddenly stop as a lone, male voice calls out to them*
Voice: Where is your Creator now?

*The sounds of lightning, followed by shouts that are cut off echo through the forest*

The Room

*Lecter nods again*
Lecter: You helped with Be'lak, I'll help with them.
*He finishes his glass, and goes to refill it*
Lecter: You and Sasha are part of some kind of resistance group then, right? To help kill them?

*In the forest, four gray armored figures head towards the direction of the room. They're battered and muddy, with one of them having a cut across his chestplate*
Figure One: This storm couldn't have been his design. Even for him, this is too much.
Figure Two: You give an apostate too much credit, Darus. He's only gotten this far because of luck, not talent.

The Room

*Lecter nods again as he takes a seat next to John*
Lecter: While we have a break, what happened after those men arrived? The ones that wanted you dead. I didn't have a chance to get the whole story from Karma.
*He takes a drink from his glass, and seems a bit more relaxed with the comfort*

The Room

*Lecter nods and starts walking towards the bar area*
Lecter: It's been too long since I had the chance to drink.

*Be'lak suddenly stops attacking Tiaz, and just starts laughing, which booms and echoes across the forest*
*Thorns fire from his tendrils and into the Puia that arrived*
You are more entertaining than I thought, Tiaz. But still far from any Devil.
*A red rift rips open behind Be'lak, and he begins to back up into it*
Attack Lecter, and I will finish this. His blood is mine to take.
*With that, the upstart Prince of Hell vanishes*

The Room

*Lecter moves away from the wall and would rub his hands together if they both didn't have a weapon in them*
Lecter: A drink sounds good to me.
*He would explain why he didn't side with Vaser, but he already left so the Devil Hunter just shrugs*
Lecter: I have a feeling we'll need a round before we move on to the next part in this war.

The Room

*Lecter gives a half smirk underneath his hat at Jillian's reaction, and makes himself content with studying everyone for their actions, so he'll be ready to intervene if anything else goes down*

The Room

*Lecter leans against a wall and looks between Jillian and Vaseraga*
Lecter: I'm with the gunslinger on this one.
*The Devil Hunter adjusts his hat and makes himself with content with watching the discussion for now, as multiple people talking at once just makes things chaotic, and Jillian seems to have it handled*

The Room

*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*
It will take more than a Shaman to end me. Gods can not even lay claim to that ability.
*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*
Manners maketh man, as some would say. I would like to see what makes you.