Turax: "I'll tell you what I am!"
~lightning begins to circle around Turax' arms, and two bolts shoot in the general direction of the cultists, "accidentally" missing them by only a few inches~
"I am a real Wizard, you pathetic excuses for third-class Omegian street magicians! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
~he starts making a large fireball in his hands~
"Oh, and just so you know: Next time you try to come after my friends and me, you better bring something more durable than a pile of junk that already keels over if you so much as breathe on it mildly! I mean, you call that a Killbot? It's probably not even worth the effort for us to salvage that cheap piece of scrap!"
-Is tracking Lyle by Scope- @Six Albert: "How much do you bet I can take out his ankles from here?
"
[Loswell Mansion (outside)]
Cultist: ...Razor whaaaaaaaaaa?
(But then, they decide that this just isn't worth it, so they run off en masse. Lyle's the only one left in the area.)
Lyle: Where are you... I don't need you guys! I've got a robot! A big, powerful robot! That's worth hundreds of you! Isn't that right, roboooooooh god keep running.
(He's still fearing Stubbs, runnin.)
Hastur is looking like his normal kid right now. Or, to put it better, was looking so. Jumping amidst the fray, he assumes his true form, sprouting masses of tentacles and looking like something everyone in their sane mind would honestly forget.
(@Cultist) Hastur: Come closer, morsels! I smell your terror! And I hunger!
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[Forest]
(Lyle eventually makes it far away from the Loswell Mansion, with the other cultists.)
Lyle: I'll show em... I'll- *huff*
(He breathes.)
Lyle: Uuuuuuuuugh. >_<
(He takes out some sort of futuristic communicator with a screen on it, and dials on it.)
[Loswell Mansion]
(The Tower looks at Asagi. It's eye is blue, though, and just seems to be looking at her.)

Hastur, recovered from his attempts to halt the Tower, comes back, his arms turned to tentacles.
(@Team) Hastur: I assume It'd be better for me to take those folks down, ain't it.
While cheerful, he looks like someone thirsty for blood, his tendrils sprouting bony appendages that look like hooks and scalpels.