The Insect Lords that stood behind Beelzebub suddenly shivered greatly, not fully understanding the implications of what had just transpired, but the little they managed the follow told them that something horrible lay in store for them and their race.
Gunner was smirking slightly as he folded his arms, yet he was ready to rumble the moment anything went wrong. Xela was far tenser as she was frowning at the close call Darius just experienced, but knew it would be fine with his survivability.
Darius himself was smiling softly, not all at bothered by the heat that was radiating off Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies barely able to keep his hatred and malice that was burning so hot inside him that the room temperature rose.
Darius smiled widely and brought his eye closer to the sharp appendage as if he intended to impale himself on it, and in a flustered panic, Beelzebub quickly retracted it, almost falling over himself.
