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Hoist by His Own Petard
Basil ran to help Cherie only for Quentin to continue shooting bolts of electricity at him. Basil was starting to wonder if Lee would be having any similar problems with Lynch.
Quentin just kept shooting bolts. He was a dangerous fellow, violent when he wanted to be, very moody given his insanity.
Basil kicked the burning chair out of the way and then climbed up to get Cherie down from the cannon. Why the cannon was in and underground room, Basil and Cherie had no idea but Quentin was completely bat crap insane so there was no way to figure out how his evil little brain worked.
He had just finished untying Cherie's right hand when Quentin got him in the back. There was no sense of fighting fairly. Quentin would make an excellent 15th grade bully.
Basil turned to look at Quentin as he moved closer. There was a maniacal look in his eye. Strangely, both Lynch and Quentin had this look. If they were distantly related that would be the least surprising thing at all.
"Why electrocute you when I can get messy and put the sharp end into your stomach, and then your chest, and then your shoulder and then into your chest again?" There was no doubt about it Quentin was insane… and bloodthirsty but then again he must have been somewhat if he thought killing Cherie would make her a goddess but then again anyone with a god complex as bad as his would think that.
Quentin lunged at Basil who only ducked out of the way. Quentin's lightning bolt entered the cannon causing the insane Berkhart to get electrocuted.
All while Quentin was getting his "electroshock therapy", Basil untied Cherie and left with her. They had much to do!