"Disgusting."

All of them. The Pumpkin Head that hovered midair gazing at each of them so ravenously and mindlessly devour each other and whatever would be dropped near them, especially out of the blue and in their line of sight, was abhorrent to them. They had no sort of manners and they also bore no type of cognition beyond some sort of lowly bestial craze -- they were no longer coherent, if they ever were.

Passionate anger for their sinful nature burned inside of the Pumpkin Head, especially the longer it remained silent and subject to their ungodly nature. Just looking at them and having to process that each of them were like this, as if absorbing their mentality into itself and calculating exactly how and what they were thinking caused it to become more and more tense, building up with aggression and repressed pressure. Fire burned in its carved sockets and the crystalline head glowed with a vibrant red that illuminated the land with its color and bathed it in the heat of its fury, all before the heat condensed into the sweltering chiseled form of the great and mighty scarecrow-esque entite of pure burning fire. The great arms of the mighty deity reached into the pit of its own blazing furnace of a stomach and drew forth with a splotch like that of tearing flesh the signature butcher knife -- Pumpkin Carver -- that he wielded all his life to mangle creatures just like these insipid like urchins here leeching from each other and whatever else might have come into contact with them.

"..."

Careful not to touch any of them, the towering giant took a single step forward and allowed a pouring flame from the stomp of his foot to spread outward with the ripple of its decisive force, the wave of which washed over the ground and burnt up everything and everyone for at least double the radius of the circumference of his foot. Pumpkinhead had taken his first step into the fray.

Raising a hand with great malice, he drew back his mighty Pumpkin Carver with a trembling tension like that of a serial killer ready to utterly massacre the tiny little cretins. The first wave of fire from his foot consumed the carcasses and brought him sustenance, and so the burning Pumpkinhead grew larger and stronger immediately just from moving. With the next step, which was now larger than the first due to the sudden exponential growth from the consumption of the first, the same type of feed from the spread of the flames cleared out the area and left barren wasteland with no meat on the ground. The fires that grew also made the Pumpkinhead larger, and soon the sweltering fire burned up all over the land, and the Pumpkinhead's rippling image, partially blended with the flickering walls of flames, looked to be a monstrous titan seeking to actually come and rend the flesh of literally everything that was -alive- at all in the wake of its own fiery fury.

"You Are -EVIL-."

There was nothing else to his wrath and destruction. He saw sin, he killed it. Simple and clean. He stabbed the Pumpkin Carver into the ground nearby, tearing with a great malice like cutting open a body and tore open a hole in the ground large enough to cause a whole entire chasm to form right where each of them tread, pouring with energy like that of a pure void. There, flames burst forth which seemed to also be connected to the actual entity itself, cutting off the motion of the bull and also creating a very large boundary between them all.

"You Are -SIN-."

The ugliness would stay on their side, and they would not near Pumpkinhead, yet he would think up ways to torture and abuse them all using his myriad of destructive fiery techniques, then consume them all for sustenance and purge the land of the hideous and ungodly creatures feasting mindlessly on whatever they touched. It seemed like the greater of them was the large bovine, which should have been the next Zodiac Spirit which was afflicted by the iniquities of sin, just as Aries had been. He narrowed his eyes to a slit, utterly disgusted at what this supposed great spirit had become, and how it dealt with the realm of the dead as well as made itself and others to be. Now, all was naught but waste, and so, such waste would be burnt up and the land purified under the intense hatred and pressurized heat of Pumpkinhead even having to -LOOK- at them be filthy at all.

"Die."

Raising up his other hand, which towered over everything, he drew up from the chasm a great deal of burning red fire that shot up as the trickling tails of flames fiery leaves that were shaped from out of the severed plasma and rose up into the air like the smoke that poured out from the mouths of the hideous little chattering imp things calling themselves -life-. The single swirling flickering wisps of fire that twirled upward like sakura petals caught in an updraft would eventually flutter up to the height of an arc and rain down maliciously like daggers dropped down from a rooftop on the heads of the unwary -- a flurry of burning hot 'Dead Leaves.' They would utterly eviscerate literally anything they touched, cutting through flesh (especially rotting) like a knife through butter and burning them up like toast, which the charred carcasses would eventually be naught but. Whether alive or dead, all would be rended by the sharpness of the fiery edges of these illustrous Dead Leaves, whose passing were like only the gentle autumn breeze passing by on a Halloween day.

Whatever was touched would be consumed for sustenance, and so Pumpkinhead and his fire would grow larger.

"DON'T TOUCH ME, FILTHY DEMONS!!!!"

Each of the fighting demonic beings that tore at the meat of each other and the slain found themselves tangled up in each other's messes, making more of it as they all tried very hard to keep themselves from being consumed by the other. Where the tiny Aries demons that all herded together and gunked up their own interactions with each other and the enormous bull-like demon, the Taurus demon, whose legs were now all congested with the numerous munificent annoyances like those of gnats and flies clogging up the joints fell to the ground in a lackluster display of complete decrepit atrophy, twitching violently as it fell on its side and skid to a halt, no longer able to run because each of its joints in its legs were bounded by the adhesive like appendages of the Aries demons, as well their own bodies, which would act as obstacles to whatever should have been touched by them just from exposure alone.

The hog-tied Taurus demon, which flailed its head around in a maddened craze shook whichever of the Aries around their own tendrils and hurled them straight down to the ground with a bloody splatter, taking out anything trying to take over its head, of which it prided itself. With its pride, it continued to struggle and fight, snorting and groaning at anything and everything now that its feed was gone and it was no better than those that it had once been consuming not too long ago, grounded and helpless like those whom it lorded itself over. It looked up with its aggression apparent upon its face, nostrils flaring up fervently.

-Psycho Panda-

And, the Taurus spirit continued to wriggle and writhe about in the heat of the day, withering further and becoming malnourished from its already enfamined form and also due to its overexertion of the only smidgen of energy that it retained after not eating for so long. The little bits and pieces of the torn meat that became of the Aries demons which were splattered before the eyes o the hungry Taurus, yet just out of reach of even the greatest extention of its tongue or rabid gnashing of the mouth on its back. The ferocity of its gaping, focused and unblinking cycloptic eye peering at what would be its only form of nutrient whilst its body, clogged like and artery, had no support and no foundation nor ability or capacity to move about freely enough to either wriggle free through a struggle or break free with sheer force; it was something like a Chinese finger trap and the binding kept the tainted spirit from being able to reach its food and also to remain helpless like many of those of hich it both lorded itself over and had been consuming when they were in the same situation or scenario.

Now, the Taurus was no different from the prey it once preyed on as a predator, and possibly was even weaker than they because it had not conserved its energy and also was tempted with something that would drive it to attempt at all to use whatever strength it had and waste the last bit of energy it harbored until it was naught but a carcass lying rotting in the sun, like the rest.

Even so, the proud and thick-headed beast, stiff-necked and stubborn as its single cycloptic eye was straight and focused, would not accept defeat and instead continued to fight against its fate -- especially now that it seemed like the tables had turned and it was the prey instead of the predator. It would fight its nigh predetermined destiny as fodder for something else as it had been feeding on others in nearly the exact fashion as it had once been doing, forcing it to think about its sins with the same exact sheer force as was done when it judged to carry out an execution at all. The rapacious nature of the actual mentality and intricacy of the knowledge of what is being done -- sometimes becoming something like an adhesive perversion, especially if it continues for an extended period of time and is allowed to clot and become worse -- is what made it so one-sidedly overpowering for the one who suffered the inverted state of existential being at any iven time, often found in paradoxical or anomalic states of existence.

Thus, the Taurus suffered an existential identity crisis from being in the position of its own prey, thus making itself its own prey and therefore subjugating it to its own self. Thinking about all of this in the existential state of identity crisis caused the Taurus to eventually blank out mentally, trapped in a mental lock with itself whilst it no longer stared at its meal, but up into the light of the sun that bore down on it and rotted its flesh and sapped its strength. Yet, somehow, the mind of the Tarus found strength in gazing up at the sun and thinking about its existential state of crisis from predator to prey.

Yet... the Taurus was at war with its own self. Weakness and strength. Predator and prey. Good and evil. Right and wrong. It was like it somehow was exposed to a new fruit that it never got to touch, but somehow was exposed to through matter of inconvenience and misadventure.

Whilst the Taurus Spirit was learning new things from the excursion, Pumpkinhead continued to pass over as a perpetual flame that ate up the placid energy in the air that it could not digest, and as such begin to be digested by fire. Sharp, metal talons extended outward to meet the hardening hooves and manipulate them gently with the scraping sound of scrap metal shearing against each other yet not miss in coordination of maneuvering the claws on each hoof of the hog-tied Taurus.

Psycho Panda: "As For Your Punishment..."

The burning embers bled together into a Manicorn, which was comprised of the Holy Wrath that is Pumpkinhead. When Pumpkinhead was the 'Psycho Panda', his psionic powers and extrasensory activated and caused him to become able to alter reality using all of the elements at his disposal, as a Presence. Anything and everything that was part of Tymon's Mind as a whole was able to be controlled by Pumpkinhead as part of the Psycho Panda. It was a form of ventilation for Tymon that gave him direct control over the Pumpkinhead, which is how it is able to maintain the Psycho Panda form and control the Bloody Panda.

The Manicorns skewered the Aries remains and tore at the ends of the Taurus' flesh, where it was most tender and raw. The Psycho Panda also did this with its manifested talons, letting only its disembodied floating head made of burning embers be formulated from out of the fire's embers emanating from its image.

Pumpkinhead was totally in control of the situation.