The Scion of Rust began to writhe toward the Swaglord, much as a newborn duck begins to follow it's mother, cooing softly in blasphemous tones. However, the Swaglord, while normally a compassionate soul, found the idea of being the adoptive parent of an eldritch abomination to be quite hazardous to mind and body; not to mention, it seemed like the plot of a badly-written "family movie" that one would find in the bargain bin of a dollar store. As such, the Swaglord decided to do the gentlemanly thing, and tactically retreat from the situation. He exited back through the metal doors.
A retinue of heavily armed guards were outside the abandoned wing of the hospital. Recognizing the Swaglord from a previous encounter (that ended up unintentionally destroying a pocket universe comprised of sapient tetrahedrons), the agents held their fire. The Swaglord was quickly escorted out of the hospital and into a black helicopter...
Meanwhile, the metal doors began to waste away, the wretched beast inside trying to escape. The soldiers readied their weapons...
