Tavlin watched the two Overlords battle like little children while the aura blanketing around him slowly aided his regeneration, his form going from a puddle of goop to a 2 foot standing blob before long.<br/><br/>Without paying any attention to the kind person who healed him, Tavlin slithered forward a bit, this time being a little more cautious of randomly swinging blades, hammers and rocks and spoke up.<br/><br/>"Ehh... M-Master Overlord PDP sir..." he began, but his shy, quiet voice was drowned out by shouting and screaming.