[ he laughs, sharp teeth glinting in the firelight. it rattles inside of him. ]

You sure talk big. You really think you can take me down with some fudgin' lil' cat scratches when I'm packin' armor like this?

[ Tch. ]

You're all defense. Even that won't save ya' if I get myself outta here. Won't save any of ya'.

[ he laughs again. the point of some tendrils begin striking at the barrier, but to no avail. ]