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Heratik had ignored her. He continued to skitter along the ceiling, and then down the wall. Upon reaching the door, he lowered his head and pulled it closer to his body, charging at full speed. There was a loud crash as he smashed through it, sending shards of the door outwards like a shotgun.

Mr. Patches was about to put his hand (or claw? idk) on the doornob to the library when a large black mass crashed through the doorway. The shape, which was later identified as a transformed Heratik, plowed through the door, and subsuently, plowed into Mr. Patches. Heratik's body smashed Mr. Patches, who then, thanks to momentum (and the fact he is very light), flew across the hallway and was imbedded into the wall. A few moments later, Mr. Patches pulled himself out of the scarecrow shaped crater and shifted his hat on his pumpkin head, and said, "Ugh.....I...REALLY...hate it...when...they do...that." He looked across him into the library that was, or was becoming, an inferno and decided to come back later, he then began stalking down the hall in the opposite direction of Heratik.

As soon as he saw Heratik and Chryesis running, he knew he had found some people much more fun to pursue. That gaunt man looked like he would be less than lively, if you know what I mean. He formed more hands from slime on his chair, and began to drag himself forward at an increased rate. When he still wasn't gaining on them enough, he formed an air bubble within his slime chair, forced it down the lower rear part of his chair. The large bubble broke free with the sound of explosive flatulence, and pushed his slimy chair forward. Pleased with the result, he began making more bubbles inside of his chair, to propel himself at greater speeds. Finally, he was moving at the same rate as the other. He grinned, and shouted up ahead at Chryesis. "Hey there, sweet cheeks! Where ya goin'? There's no kitchen over there! Use them nice legs to get yourself over to the kitchen and make me a sammich!"

Lord Rotswolfe grinned even wider. "Yeah, I know."

The demon had continued on his way to seclusion, with Leyward of course. In efforts to try and lose Chryseis, he had climbed onto the ceiling and started to smash his talons into it. Heratik held Leyward up and examined him, making sure he was still alive. Once he breaks through, he would retreat to a secluded spot and initiate his plan.

"tHIs HUmAn iS reALly gETtinG oN mY nerVEs."

Heratik suddenly stopped and turned around. He opened his mouth towards the ceiling and started to spray a fan of webbing. He dragged it down to the floor, making a barricade of a blackish, web like substance.

((I'm assuming shes behind the webbing?))

"yOU woN'T bE gETtIng thE bOY bAcK anYTIme sOon."

The demon started to lurch away from her, and returned on his course to seclusion.

The vomit hit Chryseis on the cheek.
However, its velocity and pressure is what annoyed her, not that it was vomit.

She would ask, politely, 'would you please stop that' or 'I am not a trashcan or toilet', but she didn't want to get any in her mouth.

That would probably encourage him further.

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