Through all the commotion, the music only got worse as time went on. Now another was darting toward him with impressive speed. The first initial hit from the young boy was spot on, as well as the several hits to the ribs. The beast became enraged as he began to play faster, spinning like a whirlwind. Once it hit a certain speed, From within the torrent, He would move his body out of the grip and pull his lute back to send it into the boys back with impressive force, hoping the initial hit was enough to fling him away from him.<br/><br/>Once he was surely free, He growled loudly as the woman from before started throwing gas bombs, and multiple spells his way. The smell was unbearable as he began to lose a little bit of balance as he began to sneeze from the smell, trying to get it out of it's nose. A small howl came from the beast as he began to play a series of notes, Sending more fire toward the bombs, trying to rid the smell.<br/><br/>Alas, another person came from above and began assessing the situation. This was becoming a nuisance. With a loud cord he sent a loud soundwave across the room, hoping to play it loud enough to either explode their ear drums. The chord stayed loud as Efreet howled, his voice matched the pitch perfectly, in order to keep it going before he moved away from the first syringe. Efreet growled again, sending a bolt of lightning toward Ross who threw another right after. The syringe hit him in the chest, administering it's contents. The second it hit, The beast yelped and fell back a little in pain and weakness. The smells were driving him nuts, as his playing got more crazed, as well as a fog slowly taking over it's mind in few seconds. The playing continued, but the beast almost stopped moving. It wreathed in consciousness, losing it's vision straight away.<br/><br/>The creature would never stop it seemed as the playing lost all consistency, playing a garbled song that had no chords. The Spells placed from him remained around the room, fires and electricity all around him. The creature still tried to move, resilient to it's last breath and still very dangerous. The severed head of the wolf could still bite. If anyone payed attention, the beast was completely unconscious, yet still the lute played for him, forcing his fingers to continue the onslaught until the room was purged of it's darkness. Though the creature wasn't moving, any who tried to touch it would be electrocuted. The strumming kicked up again as a wall of fire began to form around the creature, as a last stitch effort. If he wasn't stopped now, the flame wall would grow to the ceiling and fly out in all directions, bathing the bar in holy fire. The creature though was on it's knees limp, save for the arms and hands that created this flame wall.