Alastor darkly chuckled. Then he snapped his head forward to lock his jaws on one shoulder, ripping the arm out of its socket. It tasted vile. He spat it out and prepared himself to dismantle Valentino piece by piece, readying himself for the next strike.

There was a shift in the frequencies. Alastor plunged both himself and Valentino into the ice cold unending darkness to avoid the blast of electricity that surely would've struck Alastor. When they emerged, Alastor was back to his original size though his fingers were buried deeply into Valentino's guts.

Vox was breathing heavily as he held the spark he'd used to gather energy and direct where it would go.

"Good evening, Vox," Alastor said pleasantly. "A real shame."