The stress of the situation takes Terry to the edge of his patience. And then gives him the bum's rush over.
"GODS DAMNI--"
Moron! What the hell makes you think a loop of rope would hold the ****er?!
Terry lunges forward and makes to grab Slayer again--however he can. If he grabs the blade, he grabs the blade.
"You bastard piece of tin, cut that the hell out!"
He, assuming he can, grabs Slayer and thrusts him through the back of his still billowing cloak with a loud rip, then another as the tip pierces on the bottom left edge.
"If you ever even want the chance to steal someone's soul, you will shut the hell up and cooperate like you agreed to in your gods-damned deal! My interest in Vodette is none of your concern, my friends are not your targets, and I swear by whatever good that's left in my damned life I will throw you into the next convenient portal to the positive energy plane if you don't CALM THE **** DOWN!
Realizing his outburst was said aloud, not mentally, Terry stops short and flushes again.