Grom tastes the Dark, and it is like nothing he has tasted before. His withered taste buds flare with life and faint heat; at once, the same rapacious hunger that overwhelmed Aldritch, Gael, and now Tony, slithers into his mind. He pockets the soul. Enough of that.
*Who the hell is this invader ass-hole and who does he think he is, trying to stop me? Must be another Void bastard in disguise, he'll be taken care of momentarily.*
*Tony whips out his Lute and does a jumping attack, not at the Mimic-headed invader but in front of him, to provide enough of a shockwave to hopefully stun him long enough that Tony can charge right past him to continue his pursuit of the Void creature, coil-accented crossbow bolt at the ready.*