He watched it thrash for a couple seconds, before grabbing the energies AGAIN, three more than he had wanted to, and twisted for the final time, this time growing vicious thorns that pierced deep into its chest and belly, protruding from its shoulders, sides, front and back, finishing it nearly instantly as it spasmed, ripping organs even further. He then glared at the corpse, before encasing it in stone. He wanted to be gone, NOW, but the death made that impossible. However, the woman would be staying in the inn tonight, and not heading out past sundown. Something was not amused with him. And that... annoyed him.