Alastor offered a shrug. "If I get eaten, I get eaten. However, given this is a dream, it won't kill me. If only because I'm already dead! Ha!"

His shadow disappeared to slip around the bloated and misshapen creature approaching.

Alastor's grin widened.

"Sir, I would recommend that you cover your ears," he said lowly, just loud enough for the elf to hear. "It's about to get rather noisy."

He held his cane as far outward as he could typically reach without stretching his form. The microphone glowed brightly, acting as a lure.

Once the creature got closer, Alastor would unleash a powerful concussive blast of sound at near point-blank range as his shadow pounced from the other side with icy claws.