The blasts connected against the hand, but it only seemed to drive it back a moment. A demonic chuckle reverberated around the room.

"I will be sure to remember that as your epithet." The voice had an eerie German accent to it. "Or perhaps I will carve it into your skin when I drop your corpse before your father."

The arm shot forth again, though this time the palm shifted into a fanged maw of rows of serrated teeth.