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"AND WHAT IF I DON'T LET GO."
Boris draws him closer to his helmet, the red triangles show interference and the helmet produces a very loud tiger's roar paralyzing both of them.
"GO ON. BITE AND CLAW."

Boris grabs the lion-being by the throat with a single arm and raises him as the tentacles let go of him.
"Is... Is that a staff? a Lion-thing using a staff?"
Boris takes away the staff and pins it on the floor as a spike to impale others.
"And you."
Boris grabs Connor by the throat as well.
"You... Look familiar... Pay... Payemandu? Payemyndii, isn't it? used to be a big name... back then."
Boris puts down both of them and dusts them off, takes his foot off Connor's hand and "places" it where it belongs, as well as taking the staff out of the ground and giving it to Nigel.
"Mayhaps... We can forget this incident" Says Boris as the small triangles on his helmet go back to blue and his visor retracts, showing his scarred face and jet-black hair perfectly slicked back.
"I am not one to mindlessly attack others, i'm usually more calm than this, and seen the kid getting blasted... well, it gets on my nerves, vy znayete? I am not fond of seeing children die." explained Boris, his heavy russian accent being far more noticeable without the helmet and yelling.
"Once again, i apologize for my manners, maybe i need to reevaluate the strong-weak sides when a child turns into an abomination against two innocent bystanders... well, one of them not so innocent." said while glancing at Connor.

"my name is Boris. Boris Gradelvox." said Boris as he bows.
"And how do they call you, undead-brat and Lion-Tovarishch." says Boris as he spreads his arms.