Clawed arms flew towards Farmer, but were repulsed as soon as they neared him, repelled as soon as they touched the most vibrant colours surrounding him. Malkaz spat at Farmer, a steady stream of green-brown pus that simmered and boiled into nothing inches from Farmers face.
It raised two spider legs into the air, readying another assault.
A gentle sweep of his hand and from a distance Farmer tore them off. They lay twitching on the floor.
Then, Farmer spoke, quietly but with authority.
"Demon Incarnate, I name you. Naming you, I command you. And commanding you, destroy you."