Author's note: Ha ha! An update! Sorry it took so long. I had writer's block. Don't forget to review.

Crumpets Aren't My Style

By Marz

Three to One Odds

O'Neill moved. It was no simple matter of turning and running. The whole floor came alive, twisting and buckling, forcing O'Neill to scramble and crawl to get out of the line of fire. Chunks of decorative paneling tore themselves from the wall and whipped themselves through the air. He ducked and looked up just in time to see the panel he'd dodged hit a cowering witch in the head.

He only had his 9mm. He hadn't taken his P90 into surgery, but given all the weird crap that happened in the SGC infirmary, he wondered why he hadn't. Then again, a P90 probably wouldn't have done him much good in this situation anyway.

Dumbledore was throwing lightning and bringing the floor to life. Voldemort filled the room with shadows that snatched at O'Neill as he tried to cross the room and burned like acid when they managed to touch him. The highly disrupted space was also starting to fill with smoke.

The walls were at that point riddled with holes and O'Neill saw a bare foot disappear through one of them. With a final glance at the two battling Wizards, he crawled through after. One of the witches had gotten out and was stumbling down through the dark to the faint light reflecting around the end of the corridor. She had both her shoes. O'Neill looked the other way and thought he saw something moving against the blackness.

There was a flash of green light in the room he'd just left behind and the floor in the hallway started to buckle. O'Neill took off after what he was pretty sure was Ba'al. The kid would have stayed with the witch. He followed the sound of now running feet through the dark, around several corners and into a cargo hold in which the lights were still functioning. He saw a pile of empty crates in one corner and a ring platform outlined on the floor. He hadn't heard it activate, though. Still the Goa'uld had managed to vanish.

"Crap."

There must have been some sort of secret door in one of the walls. O'Neill thought they were pretty close to Ba'al's personal chambers, so a great number of secret passages would not have surprised him. He decided to give each of the walls a quick once over and then head for Ba'al's rooms, two decks directly below if he remembered the lay of the ship correctly.

A faint shimmering in the air was the only warning he got. He started to turn but a sudden crushing pressure pinned him to the wall. At first he thought it was some sort of gravity-generating booby trap, but then all the pressure moved to his neck and he was lifted off his feet.

"The muggle," hissed a high and distorted voice.

O'Neill tried to turn and bring up his gun, but it flew from his hand. The world was turning red at the edges and he struggled for air. He kicked against the wall and managed to flip himself around. He looked into glowing red eyes and it felt as if his head were splitting open.

"Where is the boy?"

The question seemed to drill right into his brain, bypassing his ears entirely.

Lupin stumbled back a step, bumping painfully into the railing, which had been twisted and deformed by a blasting hex. He brought up his wand, hurling a globe of red light that caught one of the Death Eaters in the chest and knocked him off the catwalk. One of his companions tried to catch him with a levitation spell but missed and the dark robed-figure dropped out of sight down the Death Glider exit shaft.

Carter's P90 was pressed to her shoulder; the rapid fire of the weapon shook her whole body. The explosive echoes only added to the chaos in the glider bay. Daniel Jackson was using a P90 as well, since a disarming charm stole the zat from his hands. It hadn't been quite strong enough to tear away the larger gun strapped to his back. Lupin couldn't help but be impressed by the muggle soldiers' teamwork. Whenever Carter had to reload, Jackson was firing and vice versa, the hangar was never quiet.

The Death Eaters fell back under the hail of bullets and curses. The enemy couldn't drop their wards and shielding charms long enough to fire any really serious spells at them, and they simply weren't as good at dodging in the low cover environment of the hangar as the muggles were. Lupin for a moment felt they were making progress, but then he blinked and where four Death Eaters had been standing there were three. The air behind him crackled and he whirled, already shouting a hex, but not fast enough.

The catwalk bucked under their feet. The end in front of them tore completely free and flung itself about like a worm trying to escape a robin's beak. Carter and Lupin caught hold of the railing but Daniel missed his grab for it and was flung over the side. Lupin tried to aim a levitation spell at him, but the metal walkway to which they clung continued to bend and kick, he couldn't get a clear shot. Jackson fell, but the force that had thrown him over the side was still carrying him towards the opposite wall of the exit shaft. He swung the strap of his P90 at the wall and it caught on some protuberance too small to see from the catwalk. He jerked to a stop, feet swinging over a hundred-foot drop.

The three Death Eaters strode confidently toward them and Carter risked letting go with one hand to take a few shots at them. One fell backward shuddering and did not get up again. The two remaining came more carefully.

"Petrificus Totalus," called a woman's voice from behind him.

By the time he heard it, it was too late and he was unable to turn around. He stiffened, unable to move, hands still locked to the bucking catwalk.

"Accio guns!" called one of the Death Eaters approaching from the other side.

Carter's weapons flew away from her. She glanced back at Lupin. There was nothing she could do to help. Lupin was quite certain they were all going to die, and then Carter let go of the catwalk.

For a moment all Lupin could feel was horror, but in that moment Carter pushed off the catwalk just as it gave another kick. Instead of falling over the railing and down one of the shafts, she sailed over the heads of the two approaching Death Eaters, landing on the catwalk behind them with a thud and springing back to her feet before they could get completely turned around. She sprinted up the catwalk, dodging and ducking curses until she made it to the doors at the far end. She stopped there, doing something to the door controls.

"Get her!" shrieked the female Death Eater behind Lupin.

He recognized the voice, then.

"Finite," said Bellatrix Lestrange, and the catwalk went still.

She looked over the edge at Dr. Jackson, trying to cling to the wall with no way to get back up and a hundred feet of empty space below. She turned away to focus on Lupin. She walked around him and pulled the wand from his frozen hand. Bellatrix Lestrange removed her mask and smiled at him.

"Tell Sirius hello from me," she said.

Lupin could only stare at her as she raised her wand and with a great flourish brought it back down.

"Avada Kedavra!"

They were coming and she couldn't find the right wire. In frustration she yanked the control crystals from the wall and dove to the ground, rolling under the door as it dropped closed. As her view of the Death Glider hangar grew ever smaller her eyes darted from the two men chasing her to the woman standing over Lupin. She saw the green light wash over him.

The door met the floor with an almost inaudible thump and she crawled to her feet. It took her a few staggering steps to get her balance. She recognized that light. It was the same one that had almost struck her in the graveyard all those months ago. She knew Lupin was dead. She had left him and he had died.

Carter was a soldier. She knew there were situations when you had to think about the bigger picture. Her radio was dead and she had to warn the rest of the ship. She didn't even have her gun.

"I couldn't have saved him," she told herself, not at all convinced.

But there might be time to save Daniel. If she could find the gravity generator power relay she could drop the Glider hangar into lunar surface gravity. Daniel could let go of the wall and fall away from the attackers with minimal harm. Even as the plan formed in her mind she heard three sharp cracking sounds behind her. She looked back over her shoulder and ducked just in time to avoid a red jet of light. The two men from the cargo bay were running towards her and the woman was walking slowly behind. Carter increased her pace and the men fell behind. At least they weren't bothering Daniel.

The healers had been gone no more then half an hour when the lights in the makeshift infirmary went out. McGonagall's wand bit into the darkness. There was a faint buzzing sound and an orange light flared for a moment to her left; a staff weapon activating.

"Stay here," said Bre'tac in a low voice.

"I most certainly will not," McGonagall said, pushing aside her blankets and putting her bare and slightly shaking feet on the floor.

She allowed the lumos charm to fade and began to trace a detection spell in the air. It was a faint shimmering square in the darkness. As she watched, tiny red lights appeared and faded. Stunning curses were being used nearby; a lot of them. Then green lights started popping up and she gasped.

"Killing curses," she said quietly. "No one in the Order would use those. There are other wizards aboard this vessel, probably Death Eaters."

She dropped the detection spell and brought back her light. They walked through the corridor, toward the room where Potter had been taken to have the Parasite removed, and came upon a dead end. The ceiling had melted into the floor. McGonagall considered simply apparating past the blockage but that would be foolhardy without some sort of idea of what was on the other side. The deck shuttered beneath their feet. Bre'tac took off down the hall and she hurried after him.

"We must secure the Pel'tak," Bre'tac said. "This is the best way."

As they turned the next corner, they realized the Death Eaters had come to the same conclusion.

"Where is Potter?"

The question echoed in his head and against his will O'Neill's mouth started moving.

"He's still in there," O'Neill heard himself answer. "But he's not alone."

He tried not to speak, but it was like freshman year at the Air Force Academy, when his roommate Thomas had smuggled in about a gallon of Tequila and decided to share. An upperclassman had come in for inspection and O'Neill hadn't been able to keep his mouth closed. This was a similar situation, except with words.

"Who is with Potter?" Voldemort hissed.

"His god," answered a low echoing voice from behind him.

Voldemort started to turn but Ba'al was practically standing on Voldemort's heels. There was no way to dodge the ribbon device. An orange halo enveloped the wizard's head and Voldemort let out a hissing shriek.

O'Neill dropped to the ground. It took him an eternity to convince the air that it should be inside his lungs. He dragged himself away from the battling Dark Lords. Ba'al was just working up a smirk when the air between him and his victim rippled and the Goa'uld was sent flying backwards across the room. Voldemort staggered forward, tripping over O'Neill's feet with his hands clutched to his head. If it was anyone else, O'Neill might have felt pity. Ribbon devices were very effective at scrambling one's brain.

Ba'al was already back on his feet, throwing green light from his apparently empty right hand. Voldemort dodged and sent black lightning towards the Goa'uld from the tip of his wand. Ba'al raised his personal shield and the not-quite electricity played harmlessly over the surface. For a long moment the two inhuman beings stared at each other. Glowing orange eyes met smoldering red. Then the battle rejoined.

O'Neill rolled to avoid a stray shot from the ribbon device and scrambled for the meager shelter of the doorway. He needed to find a weapon. He needed to warn the rest of ship and organize enough Jaffa to throw these nut jobs off the ship, but he couldn't take his eyes off the battle.

CRACK!

CRACK!

O'Neill looked behind him as Charlie and Bill Weasley stepped out of thin air in the corridor outside the cargo bay. They peered past O'Neill and ducked back as one of the combatants pitched green light in their direction.

"You-Know-Who!" Charlie Weasley said, as if that were somehow very significant.

"We've got to help Harry," Bill said, looking at the wand clutched in his fist as if it was woefully insignificant.

"It's still not Harry," O'Neill said.

The redheads turned to look at him.

"Ba'al is still in the driver's seat. Pink-eye over there showed up before they could pop out the parasite. If you stick your head in there, either one of them could take it off. Any idea what's going on in the rest of the ship?"

Bill nodded. "Teal'c has the Jaffa organized. It looks like most of the Death Eaters Voldemort brought up with him are second rate. They're on the run, but the aliens aren't in very good shape. They've got numbers on their side, but they can't keep wizards cornered. They just apparate somewhere else."

"Can't you make it so they can't uh…apparate?" O'Neill asked.

Bill frowned. "It's in the works right now, but any ward we could set up He could just knock down. McGonagall sent us to find Dumbledore, but…we can't."

O'Neill looked Bill in the eye. "I didn't see him go down, but I don't think he'll be able to help you."

Bill nodded stone-faced, but his brother looked as if he might cry.

"How long would it take Evil V over there to break through one of those ward things and start popping up wherever he feels like?" O'Neill asked, an idea forming.

"I could stall him thirty seconds at most," Bill said.

"More then enough time," O'Neill muttered, looking back into the room.

More then enough time if he could get Ba'al to cooperate.

"I need to get to the Pel'tak," O'Neill said to Bill. He turned to Charlie. "And I need you to find Carter."

Snape stepped into the glider bay, wand leveled. There was a faint scrabbling sound, the sound of mice in the walls. There were two bodies on the deformed catwalk ahead of him; one in black Death Eater's robes, the other in muggle fatigues. He walked towards them, stopping by the Death Eater to remove his mask.

"Crawsher, no loss there," he muttered.

He intended to go right past the muggle in fatigues. The stiff and unmarked body was obviously the end result of the killing curse, but as he stepped over the corpse his eyes were drawn to the dead man's face.

Lupin stared blankly up at the ceiling. His expression wasn't one of terror frozen in its last moments, only mild surprise, as if his last thoughts were "I'm fairly certain I'm not supposed to be dead". Snape paused, looking down at the body. He was surprised to find himself faintly sad and more then a little disappointed.

The scrabbling came again, pulling him from his thoughts. Snape glanced over the side of the catwalk and saw the muggle, Jackson clinging by the tips of his fingers to his gun, whose strap was the only thing preventing him from plummeting down a hundred-foot shaft. The strap was hooked over a tiny protuberance of metal, which must have been fairly sharp because it had frayed the strap to an ever thinner mass of threads.

Snape waved his wand and levitated Jackson back to the catwalk.

"Thanks," the muggle said, shaking out his arms.

Jackson began inspecting his gun then, with little clicks and clacks of adjustment. When it was apparently in order he removed his jacket and set it over Lupin, closing his eyes and covering his face.

"They went that way," Jackson said pointing with his gun. "Three of them, chasing Carter. I'm going after them."

Without another word he turned and jogged down the catwalk. It took him a minute to get the door of the hanger open. He paused to look around, and then charged through. Snape paused, giving the bodies one last look before following Jackson at a much more dignified pace. He doubted they'd find the woman alive.

Carter hooked her fingers into the decorative filigree and pulled herself up. She could hear them coming, making no effort to hide the sound of their pounding feet. There was barely enough space on the top of the door frame for the heels of her boots. She had to put one hand on the ceiling just to balance in the crouched position.

The excessive decoration not-so-tastefully identified this doorway as one of the ship's pressure seals. If someone blew a hole in the hull, a door would drop down and the frame had to be strong enough to support it. It was about an inch thicker then the normal ones. Her legs shook with strain, and the pounding feet grew closer. She reached back with her left hand and pulled the hunting knife from her belt. The five-inch blade was her last weapon.

The first man passed beneath her without breaking stride, and she let herself hope that she'd be able to double back and find gun and a com station to warn the rest of the ship. The second man stopped right under her feet. Carter strained her ears, but she couldn't hear the woman's footfalls. Perhaps she'd gone to another part of the ship and left the other two to finish her off.

"Hold up!" called the man standing under Carter. "The tracking spell says she stopped-"

Carter's landing wasn't graceful, but the man with her boot prints on the top of his head had more to complain about. He crumpled under her and she slammed onto his back, knocking the air out of both their lungs.

"Avada Kedavra!" shouted the first man, who'd finally gotten his act together and turned around.

Carter threw herself out of the way, and man number two to let out a gasping "no!" before the light hit him square in the face. Carter didn't wait for a second spell. She sprang to her feet still winded, shifted the knife to her right hand and threw.

"Ow!"

The Death Eater yelped and Carter cursed as the handle of the knife hit her opponent in the eye, bouncing with a clatter to the ground. Without thinking, Carter charged forward. He was bigger than she was, but it was a lot more fat than muscle. Her shoulder caught him in the sternum just as he was bringing up his wand. His head bounced off the floor and her momentum sent Carter somersaulting forward over him. He hadn't dropped his wand, though, and she was forced to leapfrog over a jet of red light.

She dived at the fallen Death Eater who seemed to be having trouble getting up and slammed her fist into his throat. He gagged, but the wand was aimed at her again, flaring with a purple light that she barely dodged. She rolled away and there was a sudden sharp pain in her hip. She spared it a glance and realized she'd rolled over her knife. She snatched it up and lunged forward again. She sunk it up to the hilt in the Death Eater's chest.

CRACK!

The knife had disappeared from her hand and the man had disappeared from the floor. She was just getting back to her feet when the light struck, the word reaching her as she writhed on the floor.

"Crucio!"

The creature raised the boy's hand and brought up another shimmering wall of force to deflect the blasting hex Voldemort threw at it. He could feel Potter fluttering about inside his own mind, trying to exert some control over his body. In spite of the situation the Dark Lord found himself fascinated. If the creature was able to reign in that insufferable boy it would be of infinite use. The boy had overcome the Imperious curse after all.

Voldemort raised his own shield as a fist of force flew from the strange bit of jewelry wrapped around the boy's left hand. As curious as he was about the creature's abilities he couldn't risk letting Potter live. Perhaps he would keep the boy's head for study. He raised his wand.

"Mordsmorde cendio!"

Potter's entire body shook as green flames erupted from the mark burned into his chest, and he could hear the boy's agonized thoughts echoing around the chamber, but the creature was unaffected. It cast a killing curse at him. The rising flames strangely highlighted the sneer twisting the boy's face. He spoke.

"I have lived hundreds of lifetimes human. Do you truly harbor some arrogant thought of destroying me? If this body fails there are others nearby."

Voldemort did not respond to the taunting, instead he sent another blasting hex at the boy. He would most definitely keep the head.

She knew it was useless, but when the laughing woman stopped, Carter dragged herself to her feet again. She managed five steps before the curse hit her again. She didn't know how long it had been going on. It couldn't have been more then a few minutes. The witch would hit her with the green light and it hurt so badly all she could do was scream, and then she would let up and allow Carter to run a few feet before hitting her again; cat and mouse.

Carter clenched her teeth and tried to focus. She'd formed a plan somewhere in midst of the agony. It wasn't much of one. She was trying to get to a weapon or a ring platform or even some broken glass. It let up and she ran again. There was a flash of green light and she dodged. The light missed and she picked up her staggering pace. At the end of the corridor, she saw it. If it wasn't for Jolanar's memories she probably wouldn't have known what it was. At least she thought she knew. If that wasn't a concealed door she didn't know if she could continue. Another light flashed and she lunged forward. Even as the pain returned she leaned against the wall, her hands scrabbling over the glyphs, searching for the trigger. Her knees gave out but her fingers were curled around a bird with outstretched wings. It twisted.

There was a hiss and the door slid open. The witch must have been very surprised because she let up on the curse. Carter crawled into the room, not caring if there were booby traps inside.

"Now where are you going?" the witch asked in a singsong voice.

Carter managed to lift her head. On the other side of the room she saw a light. Two ribbon devices and a hand device sat in a recessed shelf, shining and gold. It didn't seem very important, but she noted that there was an empty place where another ribbon device would have sat. She was dragging herself toward them when something huge caught her by the back of the neck and lifted her off the floor.

"Is that what you want?" the witch asked, nodding towards the shelf.

Carter didn't respond. The witch waved her wand and flung Carter across the room. She slammed into the shelf. Her foot hit the ribbon devices, knocking them out of their cradles and onto the floor. She dropped down among them and her hands stretched toward salvation. Then she was caught by the back of the neck and thrown at the opposite wall.

"Uh-uh, you didn't say please," the witch laughed.

Carter ignored her and dragged herself across the floor, fingers bent into bloody claws.

"Does the little muggle think the pretty things are going to help it?" the dark haired woman asked in a childlike voice. Carter said nothing, moving slowly toward the ribbon device that had been knocked to the floor in the one sided firefight. Her hand slid into the molded metal loops of the ribbon device.

She had no words; only a tormented shriek escaped her as she rolled holding the ribbon device between them like a talisman. The dark haired woman pointed the wand toward her. Carter ignored her, feeling the machinery in the gauntlet activate and struggle to interpret her orders. She couldn't send it commands as clearly as a Goa'uld could, but what she wanted wasn't particularly specific.

A faint glow came from the crystal in the palm of the ribbon device. A pulse of force threw the witch backwards across the room. She struck the wall with enough force to dent the decorative gold paneling.

Carter struggled to her feet, the ribbon device still held before her. The witch lay sprawled against the wall, blood smeared where her head had struck. Carter took a few steps backward, and then slumped to the ground. She couldn't get the shaking to stop.

Charlie stepped over another body and hurried down the hall. He heard a voice in the corridor ahead of him and stopped. He would recognize that silky derisive tone anywhere. It had assigned him unwarranted detentions on far to many occasions to be forgotten. He turned the corner and saw Snape and the muggle Daniel Jackson moving quickly down the corridor ahead of them.

"Hey!" Charlie hissed, not wanting to surprise them and get shot.

Jackson turned gun leveled, but Snape just rolled his eyes as if Charlie had just breached some battle protocol. Charlie jogged to catch up with the others.

"O'Neill sent me to find Colonel Carter. He's got some kind of plan to take out You-Know-Who, and he needs her to do…uh…something."

"We think Sam's near here. We heard screaming, but it just stopped. This way," Jackson said, not slowing his pace.

They hurried through the halls, suddenly coming upon a dead end.

"Hidden door," Jackson muttered, stretching out his hands to press and pull on several of the glyphs standing out on the wall. He twisted a bird and the wall split open.

The room it revealed was in shambles, but it was also small so the three men were able to take in all the details in less then a second. Carter sat hunched on the floor shoulders shaking. There were ribbon devices scattered on the floor around her and one on her hand. Bellatrix Lestrange was slumped against the wall, dead.

"Sam!" Jackson shouted dropping down next to her.

She didn't answer. He tipped her chin up and stared into her eyes.

"Pupils are normal," he declared.

Charlie didn't know what to make of that comment, but he nodded encouragingly. Snape had wandered over to inspect Lestrange.

"The force used cracked her skull like an egg," the Potions Professor said, sounding somewhat sad.

He leaned down and closed Lestrange's eyes then walked over to inspect Carter.

"The tremors are normal," Snape said. "Bellatrix was unusually good at applying the curse. Most witches would need at least half an hour to produce this effect. Losing the ability to speak is not out of the ordinary either. It's usually temporary, but she could sometimes make it permanent. "

Jackson looked as if he were about to punch Snape, so Charlie spoke up.

"General O'Neill needs her."

Carter blinked once and suddenly she was on her feet. She was still shaking and she grabbed onto Jackson for support.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"This way," said Charlie.

The hologram popped up and Walter almost sighed.

"What's happening sir?" Walter asked the slightly blurry image of O'Neill.

"Evil wizards are trying to take over our space ship."

Walter's mouth hung open for a second, trying to determine if the General was joking or not.

"Don't worry Walter, we have a plan."

The General explained his plan.

"You've got three minutes, Walter," O'Neill finished.

His voice hissed with static and the hologram wavered in and out of existence. Walter frowned. The plan had actually made him more worried.

"Sir, are you sure? Ordnance of the that size would-"

O'Neill cut him off. "Believe me, the explosion cannot be too big. Can you do it?"

"Yes Sir!"

The hologram vanished and Walter leapt up from his chair. They had two and a half minutes to assemble the equipment and eject it into space.

"Are we ready?" asked Bill.

"Ready as we'll ever be," O'Neill said.

Bill nodded and knelt on the deck. He began to chant in low and echoing Latin. The air around him wavered. O'Neill guessed that meant they were good to go. He leaned around the doorway. The cargo hold was a mess but the ring platform looked intact. O'Neill darted into the room, dodging to avoid stray shots from the two evil overlords. He made it to the control panel and cleared his throat. The smoke was starting to choke him. For a moment his mind went blank.

Knew I should have taken Goa'uld instead of Spanish in high school.

"Goa'uld Cree! Shal 'kek aud …" O'Neill wracked his brain for the word. Screw it! "Shal 'kek aud rings!"

Ba'al looked him in the eye for a moment and then redoubled his assault on Voldemort, hurling green light with a maniacal fury. The Dark Lord stumbled backward, one step after the other. He may have realized what was happening as his feet crossed the marker on the floor, but it was too late. O'Neill threw himself at the panel and the rings burst out of the floor. Voldemort brought up his wand as the light surrounded him, but nothing happened. Bill's wards kept him from dissapparating. He waved his wand and hissed something else and O'Neill heard a pained cry from the hall. Voldemort started to wave his wand again but he wasn't fast enough. The room echoed with the electronic whirring of the ancient transportation device. A white light flashed and then the rings dropped back into the floor, taking the Dark Lord with them.

It took less then a thousandth of a second for the computer to identify and target the only other active ring platform within range. Carter had shut down all the other platforms aboard the Goa'uld ship and Walter had done the same aboard the Prometheus. The only functional ring platform in range was floating two hundred kilometers off the Prometheus' bow, with a Naquadah enhanced nuclear warhead strapped to the side.

As the rings received a signal and activated, the warhead did likewise. As the rings converted the energy it had received back into matter, the cascade effect had already begun in the bomb's core, fission growing out of control. The being, once known as Tom Riddle, had six hundredth of second to realize that he was no longer in the ship.

And then there was light.

O'Neill picked up the Goa'uld communicator he had grabbed on his way back to the cargo bay.

"Walter? Walter? Come in Prometheus? Can anyone hear me?"

"—here sir. Our sensors were knocked out by the blast. We have visual confirmation, though. Target has been destroyed."

"Hell yeah!" O'Neill said, turning to smile at the kid. "Oh crap."

The kid's eyes flashed orange and he raised the ribbon device.

"My enemies are just lining up to die at my hands today," said Ba'al, with bits of borrowed personality shining through.

The force of the blast threw O'Neill into the opposite wall. His head rang as he scrambled to his feet. Ba'al sauntered towards him, hand raised and a sneer on his face. He stopped suddenly, cocking his head as if he had just heard something strange. His eyes flashed orange again but instead of some over-the-top victory speech he gave a strangled shout…

…and his eyes turned red.