Sharp fangs tore into the moth's flesh giving the radio demon what he asked for. Valentino lets out a blood curdling shout as one of his limbs was severed from his body. Still fresh, the nerves in the arm made it flop on the floor like a dying fish, adding to the blood soaked carnage. There wasn't much time for Val to process the lost when he found the world around him vanish into inky black twilight, his whole being felt like it was submerged in an icy chill that rattled him to his core.

When the colors came rushing back so did the agonizing pain. But worse than his missing arm... through his blurred vision he could see the culprit that made the deer halt the attack. Vox. Not his fucking day. Having to be seen in this state. Val weighed the pros and cons of this sudden rescue.

"About... fucking time..." Valentino choked, blood bubbling at the corners of his lips.

Taking the opportunity of Alastor's distraction, the blade was still in his good arm and he swung it again aimed at the claws that held his guts tightly in an tempted to brake free so he could put distance between them.