For a few moments Ligur was thrown rather off balance. He hadn't quite mentally mapped out what he was trying to do here aside from inflict as much damage as possible.

"You want me to be an example?"

He looked uncertainly from the angel's malicious squint to Hastur's encouraging leer.

"Well, yeah," he said eventually, voice still hinting at major discomfort. "Plus it'll 'ave the added bonus of pissing off that bastard virgin snake of yours. Reckon he'd be right annoyed if I discorporated you."

And with that Ligur extended his previously retracted claw and gave what he dearly hoped was a threatening expression*.

"You want some more then?"


* In fact it just made him look slightly constipated.