It wasn't targeted at Belialthorn. It was for Griffin.
Belialthorn tensed, his muscles coiled and uncoiled in an instant. He jumped, and leaped so fast he became a blur. Griffin turned, saw it, and began to react but he was slow. Too slow.
Belialthorn caught the spear inches from Griffin's head.
It was as if everything returned to normal then. The Captains ducked, they shouted but if there was more spears, then they'd be dead already.
Griffin stood still as a statue. Looking at the pointed tip of the metal spear that would have gone through his head.
Belialthorn weighted it with his hand. "Heavy." He said.
Valor run to join him. "What just happened?"
He threw him the spear and turned his back on the crypt. "Declaration of war, I suppose. And I think Rota will like that but unfortunately, I need it here."