Shaking his head at the pair of them, Soma turned to face the scorpion. "What sort of creature are you, anyway?" he asked it idly, cocking his head to one side.

At which point, it scuttled forward and attempted to skewer him.

"...YIKES!" was his rather salient comment as he ducked to the side. Almost like an automatic reaction, Soma's fingers danced with electricity; knowing the feeling well, he extended his hands toward the monstrosity, a word coming unbidden to his lips as the lightning leapt from his hands to engulf the creature, which promptly disolved into a cloud of luminous green goop.

"What the HELL was that thing?" he asked, panting as he stood back up.