And then Eligor ended up in another wall, with the barrel of a 9mm in his. It was beginning to look like this would be a bad day. Sure, he saw the purpose of the action, but it the scientist was clinging to that gun in fear of his work being destroyed, not simple aggression. Eligor noted than man's preference for rash actions and sighed. It was a shame, the sharp edges of the barrel had scratched part of the blade, leaving a long crack in its wake. It would surely buff out nevertheless, but it marred the magnificent of the blade. Another thing was nagging him, they didn't know very much about this place, whatever it was, and the actions of the other members could be summed up pretty accurately by the old saying 'shoot first, talk later'. Except for the case of the girl. Eligor decided to bring in some theatrics and the astral image of his gentlemanly self appeared before the scientist with a puff of smoke and a flash of hellfire - just simple astral illusions. He turned towards the scientist, who was quite content to stare at him.
"Why, the lack of manners here is painful." Eligor said while walking in circles about the scientist, giving a shrug, "Why don't we have a nice polite chat? Preferably about this place and its purpose." He stop for a moment and gave a sinister whisper to the large man, "Your purpose..." Then continued to walk about the room, smiling at the thought of the ace up his sleeve, "I apologise for the actions of my colleagues, but then again, what could I say?"
It was time to take charge, Isaac had been running the show for too long. These Humans had been running the show for far too long. As soon as they recognised that the wisdom of the Great Duke, the better.