[The great Goetic Prince eyes the Radio Demon coolly as his own tendrils of azure magic snaked between his talons. More of the refreshments floated into the air, circling the demon in lazy orbits.]

You really think that wise, Alastor? Need I mind you what happened last time we crossed swords?

[While still keeping a watchful eye on the deer, half of the orbiting projectiles shot off towards Blitzø still seeking justice for his ruined makeup.]

Perhaps we should join forces and show my Darling what two twigs can do?